Epilogue: Part Two

Naruto sat on the bath stool as one enthroned, his skin glistening with droplets of water from a recent rinse, his hair matted and clinging to his head while he smiled and toweled off his face. When the towel was lowered, he surveyed the two who knelt before him like holy women in prayerful contemplation, smiling at him in liberally modified white kosode and dubiously traditional pleated red miniskirts, his wife and his "wife" dressed in a fetishistic parody of shrine maiden garb as they lovingly reverenced him.

"Do you hunger, Lord?" Hinata raised a bento like an offering box being presented to the god of a shrine, the container embellished with vulpine motifs like a miniature temple to Inari. Her kosode was worn in a way that would have gotten her a scolding if she were an actual miko at a respectable shrine, open to a point that her plentiful, milky cleavage could be seen. "I have prepared this offering for you with the greatest of care."

Naruto accepted the bento. It contained nothing heavy, just a light snack for one who had been exerting himself heavily, some crackers and a special herbal tea. He was still a vigorous man even at his age, but he did not have quite the same limitless stamina that he had once had when he was younger, and a little supplement now and then was appreciated.

"Thank you," he said, affecting a haughty, supercilious tone. It was overdone and unconvincing, but the point wasn't to persuade them that this was for real. He smiled and started to eat a little, sipping the tea and feeling his phallus twitch as it was attended to while he ate. "This is… mmm… an acceptable offering."

Hinata glowed, clasping her hands and bowing her head. Her bosom heaved, her breasts not as perky as they once were, but aged very gracefully as was the wont of the Hyuuga, and Naruto appreciated her cleavage for a moment. She was not as sexual now as she used to be, after menopause having lost most of her libido, and she had never exactly been a lascivious woman to start with. There were still times when she would lie with him as his wife on a romantic occasion or when she was feeling amorous, but for the most part, she was happy to step aside and leave those matters to the one beside her, as they had agreed upon so many years ago.

Down between his legs, Naruto peeked as he finished off the crackers and tea, watching his manhood swell a little more as the aphrodisiac took effect and seeing the look of gratitude on the face of the second and younger shrine maiden, this priestess far less chaste but also far more zealous in her worship as she kissed the base of her looming idol, sighing breathless supplications into her god's tingling skin as she kissed and gently nibbled. He pulsed and throbbed against her lips, and he smiled as he handed the offering box back to Hinata, who accepted it with a kiss, leaning forward to seal her mouth over his for a second.

Sarada moaned as Naruto's cock twitched, and she dragged her lips slowly, achingly up his length, surmounting his tip with a sigh. Her tongue slipped into his meatus, swirling over his cockhead and teasing his slit to lick up and savor the precum. Lewdly she rolled her eyes, her breasts seeming to swell as she breathed in his scent, and she raised her body slowly, slowly, spreading her legs as she turned around and hiked up her already criminally short hakama to show that, in at least one regard, she was dressed in a "traditional" fashion—namely, that she had no panties.

Looking over her shoulder, Sarada saw Naruto's dick throb in anticipation, and she licked her lips, still savoring the taste of his fat, meaty manhood. She bucked her hips once, lifting her ass and presenting her pussy, showing Naruto both of her holes and offering him whichever one he chose. Lewdly she grinned at the object of her veneration, the center of her world and her reason for living.

When Naruto laid his hands on Sarada's hips and pulled her ass toward him, the raven-haired temptress smiled, and fanatically she cast herself onto the altar, heaving her meaty hips into his lap and pressing a hot, puffy cunt against the tip of his erection. A shiver raced up the woman's spine, and she looked with a sigh to the scene before them as Naruto's cock was enveloped by her warm sanctuary.

"My lord…" Sarada moaned, panting faintly. "My labors have been… mmmm… fruitful this past week~"

Her lips trembled as she began to stretch out, feeling the familiar, so very beloved sensation of Naruto's dick filling her pussy. Another shiver, a spasm and a dribble, her sex gleefully convulsing. Steaming came her breath, and her breasts jolted with the first proper thrust as Naruto buried himself in her cunt, and Sarada stared dizzily, the room beginning to swim.

"Yeah?" Naruto followed Sarada's while Hinata moved to behind him and started to rub his shoulders, working out the knots that had built up over the week from the stress of his work as hokage, and he appraised the scene that was being acted out for his elucidation and amusement. He saw two shadow clones of his mistress, one of them in Sarada's shape, another having assumed the form of Chocho Akimichi. His cock throbbed. Chocho wasn't personally his type, but she had blossomed stunningly, and he could see how an affair might have happened between her and his son, even if Sarada hadn't been setting the pair up together herself half the time. "I can see. You two made up after that little falling out, eh?"

Sarada moaned as he pulled her more into his lap, and she bucked her hips to match his pumping, bracing herself in his lap and beginning to take over the burden of movement. Up and down she swung her hips, back and forth upon his throbbing erection, taking him slowly at first to savor it and loving every second of having his cock inside her. Almost too enamored of his hardness was she to articulate a coherent reply, and she could only mutely nod as he reached up, running his hands over the front of her kosode to grasp at her pillowy, gratuitous bosom.

"Hehe… But maybe that 'falling out' was just an act in the first place?" Naruto whispered into Sarada's ear, squeezing her breasts and pressing them against her chest, mashing the corpulent globes beneath his broad, masterful hands. He felt the woman quiver at his remark, and he heard how her breathing hitched, and he knowingly smiled as Sarada started to thrust a little faster. "You only pretended to be angry about her sleeping with Boruto so the two of you could have passionate make-up sex afterward, right? And you were only upset about her getting pregnant with his kid behind your back because you'd wanted to be there when they conceived."

He watched Sarada's lips press to Chocho's pussy, the woman eating out her friend, and he listened to the smacking and the slurping and the salacious moaning of the duo before him. He rolled Sarada's breasts within her immodest kosode, causing the white robe to part and fully bare her bosom, with only his hands now providing them any concealment, and he nibbled her earlobe as his mistress shuddered and bucked her hips in wordless answer, telling him what he suspected with how zealously she ground on his groin.

"You know what Sarada is like, Lord," Hinata said reverently, still in-character as she rubbed her hands slowly down Naruto's back, going in deft, circular motions to loosen him up. She was a peerless masseuse with the insights provided by her byakugan and the skills she repurposed from the gentle fist, and Naruto moaned as she found a particularly troublesome knot and started on it. "Anything for an excuse to give you a good show at the end of the week.."

"Nngh…" Sarada groaned, shuddering, and ground a little harder on Naruto's cock. "Of course. I live for these weekly reports… obviously, I want to have plenty to show off when it's time to tell you about my latest escapades…"

Naruto lightly chuckled and tweaked Sarada's nipples, purring into her ear.

"Then show me more. Show me everything, Sarada."

His rasping voice sent a thrill through the woman, and she clenched her teeth. He let go of her and reclined, leaning into his wife's hands as her massage made its way down to his lower back, and Sarada was left to do all the work herself as he moaned.

Sarada blushed faintly, watching as the fake Chocho came all over her clone's face, and she adjusted her balance, grabbing her tits as she started to rock her hips more vigorously. She groaned and fondled herself, beginning with a shudder, and she bucked and rolled and dropped her hips rhythmically, erotically on Naruto's cock, her idol and her darling husband.

He throbbed inside her, and she gripped him with the blissful spasms of her sex, rolling her hips this way and that. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she hissed through her teeth, momentarily letting herself forget about her surroundings as she ground harder and faster, rocking her body dizzily to and fro as she pushed herself to the brink. Arching her back, she came, clamping down and spurting over Naruto's shaft, her juices arcing high in the air, and she relaxed with a shiver and nodded to her clones.

Panting, Sarada swayed and pivoted her hips, churning her tender, tingling insides with Naruto's cock, and she cracked her eyes open to watch as her shadow clones wove a pair of hand signs. One made the seal of the transformation jutsu, and the other wove the cross seal of kage bunshin. There were two puffs of smoke. The Chocho became Ino Yamanaka, and a third shadow clone materialized. The first Sarada clone then used transformation herself, becoming Ino's husband, Sai.

Naruto's cock pulsated inside Sarada as Hinata finished kneading the knots out of his lower back and buttocks, and limbered up, he leaned forward and cupped Sarada's chin, purring into her nape as she rode him.

"With those two, huh…? You minx." He growled, nibbling her neck. "Get on the floor and shake your ass, Sarada. You want those cheeks covered in my cum, right?"

"Paint every inch of me~" Sarada moaned, grinning from ear to ear and doing as Naruto bade. While her clones acted out the start of her threesome with Ino and Sai, she climbed out of Naruto's lap and got down on her hands and knees. She pancaked her tits on the floor, kosode wide open, and she hiked up her scarlet miniskirt to bare the flush, jiggling cheeks of her ass. "Consecrate me, Kami-sama!"

Naruto smiled and stood up from the stool, and he got down behind Sarada. Right on cue, Hinata knelt beside him with a smile on her face and a glob of lube in her hand. Naruto chuckled and gave Sarada's plump, shapely ass a slap while his wife pulled him into a kiss, longer and deeper than the previous one, and wrapped her lubed hand around his shaft, stroking dutifully, lovingly up and down the carnal fetish that was the focus of her junior's profane and slavish reverence. Naruto grabbed Hinata's ass with one hand, affectionately giving it a rub and a squeeze, and he smote Sarada's backside once more as Hinata lubed him up and the shadow clones began to go at it.

"You incorrigible slut," said the clone of Sai mild manneredly, his tone neutrally pleasant as he pressed the head of his cock to the Sarada clone's mouth, straddling the girl's face so his balls draped over her nose while his wife scissored the girl. "Look at you seducing my wife like that… You knew I was right outside the door, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did!" cried the original Sarada playfully, lewdly smiling and rolling her eyes as Naruto spanked her for a third time. "I knew you'd come right inside and join the fun.."

"D-Don't blame us, dear…" moaned the clone shaped like Ino, her expression impressively shameful as she rubbed her pussy yearningly against Sarada's. "Blame Sakura for giving birth to such a perfect slut of a daughter. I might be a horny sow, but this girl… is nothing short of a dairy cow…"

Naruto's cock twitched in Hinata's grasp, and she finally broke off their kiss, a gossamer thread of saliva bridging their breathless lips, and she smiled at him as he nodded in silent agreement with Ino's remark. Hinata giggled and nodded, and she nudged Naruto encouragingly forward—not that he NEEDED the encouragement when Sarada's pillowy, now quite rosy ass was wagging eagerly before him. He grabbed Sarada by the hips and pressed his rigid erection deep between her jiggling cheeks, and with a practiced ease, her asshole yielded to his intrusion.

Sarada rocked her hips and pressed herself home, swallowing up Naruto's cock with her anus even as the clone of Sai pulled out of her clone's mouth and shot his cum all over its face, while Ino shuddered and her cloned self squirted, their nectar mixing and pooling liberally between them. Naruto's cock filled the original Sarada's asshole while Hinata went to rinse her hands and draw the bath, and Sarada let out a slovenly, bovine moan as Naruto began to pump his hips, plunging in and out of her anus. Her pussy glistened with fresh moisture, and her eyes flickered into sharingan as the bliss overwhelmed her, watching with an eidetic mirror wheel eye as the threesome with Sai and Ino progressed to its next stage.

Even as Naruto fucked Sarada's ass, the clone of Sarada was now lying on her back beneath Ino and Sai, the blonde riding her face while the man thrust himself into her pussy, and Sarada ate out Mrs. Yamanaka while the woman made out with her husband, the two of them leaning forward to kiss over the gleefully writhing body of the salacious seductress who had slipped her way so shamelessly into their bedroom. The clone Sarada's tits rocked and rolled, swaying back and forth, and her buttocks clapped the floor as Sai thrust firmly in and out—less massive and forceful than Naruto, but far from unskilled—while the original Sarada's tits mashed against the floor and dragged back and forth with the lurching of her frame as her god was plunged into her ass.

Sarada matched Naruto's thrusts, basking rapturously in his reaming while she watched the reenactment, taking his cock as deep as it would go while the clone of Sai came a second time, pulling out to shoot his seed over Sarada's navel, while the clone of Ino gushed and flooded Sarada's lips. The original beamed lecherously, her face flush and her hair disheveled, brow glistening with the first beads of perspiration. Bedraggled and starting to cling to a gradually sweaty body, her fetishistic miko outfit managed to look progressively more indecent with every passing minute, and her bovine, voluptuous figure rippled and convulsed as she came again, squirting onto the floor while she was sodomized by her lord, master, and darling husband.

Teeth gnashed, eyelids fluttered, and Sarada moaned a plea. Every inch of her body was begging for cum, and her asshole clenched and milked Naruto's shaft as the clones changed positions one more time, the double of Sarada taking the lead as Ino and Sai slumped onto their backs, straddling the man's lap and fingering his wife's pussy, bowing her head to kiss both in turn and prompt them to kiss each other too. The clone of Sarada drenched her fingers with Ino's bliss, and she stroked Sai's cock until he was once more erect, then sank her hot, sopping pussy down upon it, taking him inside her as deep as he could go. And the original watched the reenactment of her riding Sai and fingering Ino, making slow and hungry love to the older Yamanaka couple while she feverishly, ecstatically took her husband up her ass.

"Fuck me… I need it, Kami-sama…" Sarada mewled, her tongue lolling as Naruto pummeled her ass, her cheeks rolling and rippling as she was aggressively reamed. She panted and eagerly bucked her hips, slamming her ass back against the hokage's navel, feeling him bury his length as deeply as he could into her insides. "Fill me… anoint me with your semen! Bless my unworthy ass with your cock, Kami-sama!"

Naruto's cock convulsed as Sai came for a third time, and the blonde's swelling phallus erupted like a volcano. First it shot into Sarada's asshole, stuffing her luscious ass like cream filling in a pastry, and then, as he pulled out, the aftershocks came and consecrated her hindquarters as she so desperately implored. He came onto her ass cheeks and her thighs, spraying the latter shots of his seed over her skin, and as his dick twitched and spasmed in the throes of ejaculation, Naruto grabbed it with one hand and slapped it against Sarada's ass cheeks, smacking the left, then the right, then striking between them to land snugly in her crack. He smote her rear to and fro with his rod, beating himself off on her ass to get the last of his ejaculation out, emptying himself onto Sarada's plush, rosy, jiggling ass cheeks.

The Sai-shaped shadow clone dispelled, and the Ino-shaped clone rolled over and clumsily rose to her feet, weaving a transformation seal. The remaining Sarada clone followed suit with a smile while her original lowly sighed, basking in the sensation of Naruto's cum clinging to her skin, her ass still quivering and tingling from the impacts of his cock, her asshole still raw and pleasantly aching from his forceful sodomization as she watched her clones transform. With two puffs of smoke, the two Saradas shapeshifted, and Naruto smiled and stood up straight, his dick still hard and twitching.

A doppelganger Mirai in her jonin uniform appeared, and so did Sarada in her signature trench coat. Hinata, who had finished filling the bath, strode over with a smile, still clad in her miko outfit. She watched as a blissfully soiled Sarada stirred and turned to gaze lovingly at Naruto's throbbing erection, and Hinata inclined her head, looking inquiringly at her husband in turn.

"Do you wish to get in the bath now, or do you feel like getting a little dirtier first?"

Naruto chuckled and looked at the doubles of Mirai and Sarada.

"How many more of these are there?" he asked the woman who knelt faithfully at his feet.

"This and one more…" Sarada purred. "There were others, but of course I chose only the finest for you~"

"Of course." Naruto chuckled and placed a hand on Sarada's head. Looking to his wife, he said, "I think I can stand to wait for the last one before we get in the bath."

"Whatever you wish, Kami-sama," Hinata responded demurely, bowing her head with a knowing smile. She always enjoyed the playacting part of these sessions, even when she wasn't as interested in the sex, and she played her own role with enthusiasm. "I am your faithful servant."

Naruto's dick twitched, and he threaded his fingers through Sarada's hair while he watched Hinata turn and walk back to the bath, bending over to tend it and quite coincidentally letting her husband see that she, too, wore these otherwise most nontraditional miko robes in a very traditional manner.

"Indeed you are…"

Sarada giggled and grabbed her tits, seeing her lord momentarily preoccupied, and raised her breasts to envelop Naruto's shaft. His manhood twitched as she squeezed her breasts together, and she bowed her head to kiss his tip, looking slyly up at him, catching his eye as he looked back down at her, before she began to roll her bosom to and fro, working it over his length. And while she rubbed his length with her breasts, Naruto stroked her hair and arched his back, quietly groaning as the tenderness of his manhood amplified the stimulation from her heaving hills.

Sarada slapped her tits together and slipped them up and down over Naruto's rod, and she wiggled her hips, a distended anus still pleasurably twinging from the pounding he'd given her, and made a slatternly face for him while she jerked him off with her rack. Knowing exactly what she was doing, she replicated her earlier ahegao, wagging her tongue and rolling her eyes and hoisting her tits lewdly up to her chin, breathing hotly on the tender head of his cock and letting the flush of arousal in her cheeks glow as redly as her lovestruck sharingan.

Her steaming exhalations crowned his erection with a sultry dew, and her lolling tongue slipped and swirled and slapped over the tip of his pulsating cock. Her tossed and churning melons smote a spittle-slicked chin while Sarada slavishly labored. Her raven locks were provocatively askew, and indecently disheveled and opened as it was, her miko outfit may as well not have been there at all. Every inch of her that mattered to Naruto was flaunted with pleasure, and her pride and her shame alike glistened from her exertion and excitement as she reverenced her master, her idol, her beloved "husband" with the warmth and softness of her bosom.

Sighing contentedly, Naruto let his mistress spoil him. And while the original serviced her master, the duplicate slung an arm around the waist of the Mirai-shaped shadow clone, leaning on the older woman's shoulder with a flush of intoxication. Her trench coat was sliding off her shoulders, and Mirai's jounin vest was unusually wide upon, showing a refreshing glimpse of cleavage normally obscured.

"Heeeey…" purred the second Sarada, looking at Mirai through sultrily fogged glasses. She sounded drunk, and she was transformed to look like she was drunk, and so was Mirai. Even without props, Naruto could deduce that this had taken place at a bar. "You're looking pretty fine tonight, girl… How about we go to my place and…?"

She hiccuped and giggled, and one of her arms snaked around Mirai's waist. A hand found its way to the older kunoichi's thigh, and the woman shivered. Usually more composed, and usually also a little more restrained, Mirai looked soddenly and a tad embarrassedly at Sarada, not able to help but betray a twinge of pleasure at the compliment, even if the touch was not wholly welcome. Still, she had her guard up. Especially knowing Sarada's reputation as well as she did.

Nothing against the woman, but…

"Fine, huh? You're just shaying that to… to get in my pantsh." Mirai's words were more thickly slurred. "I…"

"You aren't wearing pants tonight," Sarada remarked, rubbing slowly up and down Mirai's thigh while the original slowly rubbed her breasts up and down Naruto's cock. "And I'm not just saying it, even if it IS to get you in bed with me…"

Mirai's cheeks colored a little more deeply, and she turned her strikingly crimson eyes away from her junior, quietly clearing her throat. She leaned away from Sarada, but Sarada simply leaned closer, her trench coat sliding a little farther open. Her top beneath was askew, and despite herself, Mirai couldn't help noticing from the corner of her eye that one of Sarada's breasts was hanging partway out.

"S-Sarada…" she mumbled, not entirely able to tear her gaze from the bobbing, dangling tit. "Your shirt…"

"Oh?" Sarada giggled, catching how Mirai looked to her bared breast. She leaned closer, pressing this naked teat to the woman's side while she slipped her hand a little higher up her thigh. Her breath was hot on Mirai's ear. "Is something wrong?"

"…No. Nothing. It's… fine." Mirai's blush brightened, but she seemed to relax slightly. She was rather drunk, and while she might have spluttered if she were sober, right now she was in just the right spot mentally to enjoy the sensations of this embrace, and to be tempted by what Sarada offered with her words and her touches. "Ah… but I don't know if I'll be able to make it the whole way home like this…"

She looked at Sarada meaningfully, tilting her head. Maybe she was testing the water, seeing how aggressively the woman would jump on the bait. Maybe she was sincerely suggesting what her words implied. The slight smile she wore might have suggested the latter, but the glint in her eyes may have led one to suspect the former.

Either way, Sarada smiled.

"No? Well, if you need somewhere to crash for the night, my place is nearby."

Her words were perfectly casual, and she proposed it easily. It sounded reasonable, but there was also a suggestion of other offers beneath this one, offers to complement the ones implied by Mirai's comment. Not too eager, but not shy. Cool, and just playful enough to make Mirai smile a bit more.

Sarada was still mashing her bare breast against the older woman's side, and she was still breathing on her ear. Her hand was still stroking Mirai's thigh, and it had risen high indeed.

But this only made Mirai more amenable to the suggestion, it seemed, for the woman nodded.

"Yeah… That sounds good to me.."

The scene changed in a puff of smoke, and the original Sarada kissed her husband on the slit, smiling into Naruto's throbbing tip as she rocked her breasts and heaved them faster over his length. She purred into her master's tender cockhead while her doppelganger and the clone Mirai rubbed now naked bodies together, Sarada smiling and embracing Mirai from behind.

Sarada cupped and fondled one of Mirai's breasts with one hand, rolling the good-sized mound in her palm. Mirai's tits were a tad smaller than her own, but only by a bit, and they were a comely shape and impressively perky for a middle-aged woman. It seemed they were sensitive too, judging by how Mirai moaned at Sarada's stroking and fondling, melting at the woman's touch as slender fingers furrowed and deformed her quivering mound.

Or maybe Mirai was moaning because of how Sarada assaulted her pussy, the sharingan-wielder's other hand nestled between Mirai's thighs and burying her middle and ring fingers into the woman's dripping, tingling snatch. Certainly, the older woman arched her back and pressed her loins toward Sarada's probing hand, and she squirmed and ground herself yearningly on Sarada's dexterous fingers. She rode the girl's digits and felt the larger, more pillowy breasts of the Uzumaki mashing against her back, and she groaned and rocked her hips.

"Fuck… you're too good at this…" Mirai hissed while Sarada tweaked her nipple and nibbled her ear. "It… ngh… fuuuck, it feels sooo…"

Drool shone on Mirai's chin, and her rubescent face glistened with a lightest sheen of perspiration. With a free hand, she clutched one of her own breasts to grope it as if imitating Sarada's ministrations, and with the other she reached behind herself and groped in the air, trying to find Sarada's pussy and return the favor. But without being able to see where her hand was going, all she could do was rub Sarada's thigh and awkwardly squeeze.

Naruto grinned, watching this display, and he pushed down on the original Sarada's head as her clone and the Mirai changed positions, now making out and squashing their breasts flat between their naked bodies, bucking their hips and fingering each other as if loosening one another up for his dick. He watched their swaying asses, their heaving breasts, their glassy eyes, and their lolling, intertwining tongues, and he mused how this was but a show put on for his titillation, how Sarada had seduced and made love to a popular, reputable woman like Mirai just to give him some entertainment.

These get-togethers had originally started at Hinata's suggestion, the woman proposing that if Sarada happened to sleep with someone other than her husband, she should report to Naruto and show him everything she had done. At first, it had been to make sure Sarada was on good behavior and not fucking everyone under the sun. But that pretense was soon abandoned when Sarada began to seek out attractive partners to sleep with ENTIRELY so she could have a nice show for her daddy at the end of the week. Seeing how much more he enjoyed it when she showed herself sleeping with women, Sarada had soon made that her focus.

For that… and other reasons

There were occasionally guys thrown into the mix, mind. But when there were, they were usually traps and twinks and cuties like that, a handful of elite comely catamites whose forms she would take to tease and please her daddy when she wanted to be a little spicy. Aside from that, it was all women. And Naruto enjoyed the show Sarada put on for him, and he pressed down harder on her head to let the woman know EXACTLY how much he enjoyed the sight of her and Mirai making torrid, sweaty love.

Sarada was shoved face-first into her own rising breasts, and she was forced to swallow Naruto's lunging cock. It filled her mouth, so familiar and yet always somehow so exciting, and she smiled shamefully into her tits and moaned into his cock, sealing her lips tight and starting to suck while she continued working her breasts fervently up and down, up and down, pleasuring him gleefully and greedily.

The taste of his arousal grew in her mouth. His precum was welling up, and though the cum that had been smeared over his shaft had been polished off by her dutiful tongue and her rolling, sweaty breasts, she could taste more of it on her tongue. A little here, a tasty bead dribbling down from his slit while a fat, rigid phallus fearsomely throbbed, and a little there, rolled over her tongue as she savored it.

Mirai let out a gasp as Sarada's fingers delved her pussy, and Sarada moaned passionately into Mirai's glistening lips, and between their legs flowed the sweet nectar of their indulgence. Naruto grinned, watching the two shadow clones cum, and he pulled on Sarada's head as his erection convulsed, yanking up by the hair, causing a whine to escape the woman. But the frown on her face was happily inverted when Naruto's dick then spasmed, and Sarada beamed as another load of his cum shot out, spattering her face and falling upon her breasts.

"Goodness… That was… wonderful.." Mirai panted, her bosom heaving as she slumped in contented exhaustion. "Fuck, you're too…"

"Yeah? Mm…" purred the Sarada clone. "It was good for me, too~"

She kissed Mirai one more time, her mouth open, and Mirai received it longingly, drunkenly gaping to welcome the other woman's exploration. They smacked their lips and wetly slurped, and they wiggled their hips for Naruto's entertainment while he smilingly wiped off his cockhead on Sarada's own proffered tongue.

Then, Naruto turned, stretched, and walked to the bath. Hinata, who had still been bending over it and checking the temperature of the water, smiled when she felt her husband place a hand on her exposed rear, and she stood up and turned to greet him with a bow, stepping back. Her kosode was a little further open now, and when she bent forward, Naruto could easily see her nipples.

Hinata wasn't in the mood tonight, but she knew that Naruto was, and she was fine with giving him a titillating view while Sarada handled the dirty work. And, speaking of Sarada, the woman crawled up to Naruto's side at that moment, walking on her knees and wagging her naked, cum-spattered ass. She nuzzled Naruto's thigh like a dog, sighing and fawning. Like a proper bitch, her eyes were glued to his bone.

"I assume we will be washing you tonight as usual, Kami-sama?" Sarada simpered, clasping her hands as if in prayer as she bowed her head to his cock. "Mm… Feel free to cleanse yourself with my unworthy body~"

"You know I always do." Naruto petted her head with a grin, then got into the bath. The water rose at the introduction of his body, and the contours of his submerged form rippled with the perturbations this caused to appear on the clear surface of the bath. "So come on! Get in here and do what you do best."

Sarada didn't need to be told twice, and she climbed right into the bath with Naruto, sinking herself in right onto his lap. She reached into the water and grabbed his shaft, and with a coy smile, she guided his tip to her entrance, settling her weight upon his cock and slowly, languidly skewering herself on it.

A quiet moan escaped her, and she closed her eyes with a smile, basking in the water for a moment.

Then, there came the sounds of two more puffs of smoke, and both glanced to see a pair of fresh Sarada shadow clones ready to entertain. One performed the transformation jutsu, and the other met her master's eyes with a wink.

Naruto scooted forward in the bathtub while the smoke cleared. As a cute, youthful form came into view, Hinata disrobed, then got into the tub behind her husband. It was a snug fit, and the water rose to the very brink as Hinata grabbed the soap and started working up a lather in her hands, but Sarada was focused only on Naruto's cock, and Naruto was looking only at the new scene before them—the LAST scene, as Sarada had said.

A young genin with a pretty, feminine face was squirming, a short skirt flaring about slender hips. Pink cheeks nearly glowed as bashfully fluttering eyelids hooded bright lamps. Sarada stood opposite this genin, her head inclined as she turned to face the newcomer.

"Tsubasa?" she said. "My, my… You look adorable. Did you dress up like this just for me?"

The genin blushed.

"S-Sensei… Ever since I graduated, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you…" Eyes flicked shyly up and down Sarada's ever shamelessly flaunted form. "I remember all the things you taught me during our classes… and during our private study sessions. I… you can tell, can't you? That I've been taking them to heart…"

"Indeed, I can." Sarada's eyes twinkled. "It's just like I told you. This look suits you perfectly..."

Tsubasa fidgeted. Meanwhile, the original Sarada purred and rocked her hips, seeming to be paying close attention to this final reenactment. The bath splashed and sloshed with the rise and fall of her ass, and Naruto's cock plunged deep as she skewered herself on him. Her grin was gleefully impish.

Hinata was wearing a small smile as well behind Naruto, her byakugan activated, and she giggled to herself as she began to wash her husband's back. If in the process of soaping him up, she pressed her naked, ponderous breasts against him, this was just so she could hear him growl and feel his body tense and surge as he bucked his hips to match Sarada's loins. It pleased her to see Naruto fuck his mistress that little bit harder, and a small part of her was satisfied that she could still arouse him with her own body. But most of all, she was amused by what she saw beneath Tsubasa's skirt, and she tittered into her husband's ear.

"That one is cute… I bet you want to fuck Sarada in that form next."

Naruto's first response was to nod, but the tone in his wife's voice gave him pause, and he cocked his head and eyed Tsubasa a little more closely. Examining the front of the skirt, he noticed the telling hint of a smallest rise, a tiny tent being pitched as the "kunoichi" shyly tugged the front of it down and taut over a petite erection.

So… Tsubasa was…

Naruto shook his head, but he couldn't repress a small smile from curving his lips, and he grabbed Sarada's breasts and squeezed them, pressing them down against her chest like he was trying to make the woman as flat as she had been when he first fucked her. He bowed his head and rasped into Sarada's ear.

"Hm… maybe. We'll see."

Sarada smiled, grinding a little more enthusiastically as Tsubasa raised the front of his skirt, showing a small penis upright and twitching, standing up and peeking out from the top of a snug, lacy pair of panties. The tip was glistening with precum, and the crossdressing genin looked nervously, hopefully at his former Sex Ed teacher.

The clone of Sarada swaggered up to Tsubasa with a predatory oneesan smile, leering at the young trap like a cougar ready to pounce. She cupped his chin and placed a hand on the small of his back, pulling him closer to her, and she bowed her head to look the boy steamily in the eyes.

"Sooo… Was there a reason you wanted to talk to me, Tsubasa-chan?"

The boy was silent for a moment, gulping and blushing redder than Sarada's enkindled doujutsu, staring fearfully, rapturously up at his former sensei. His lips moved slowly, silently for a handful of seconds, shaping a voiceless, inaudible babble while he tried to gather his wits. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke, answering the question with all the courage he could muster.

"I… l-love you, Sarada-sensei…" Tsubasa whispered. It was only just loud enough for Naruto to hear from where he was in the bath, and when it had originally been said, it had probably been even quieter. But Sarada made sure he wouldn't miss a thing. "Everything you taught me… it's been so valuable, and it… makes me feel like I've finally found my place as a ninja. I'm not strong like my teammates, and I don't have any special jutsu I can use… b-but thanks to your lessons, I can do things that neither of them can… and…" He blushed deeper, a bead of cum welling up from the meatus of his shamefully exhibited penis, and he smiled in a way that Naruto usually only saw from Sarada. "…and I enjoy it so much.."

"I bet you do," Sarada purred. She pulled Tsubasa a little closer, slipping her one hand down to grab a soft, round peach of an ass, and leaned toward him until their lips were only a centimeter apart. "You always were a perfect little slut."

She kissed Tsubasa on the lips. His mouth opened to receive her and to offer his tongue, and his slender, effeminate frame shuddered. In his panties, his penis spasmed, and the boy came, shooting his cum onto the inside of his skirt and staining the front of his underwear. Sarada growled into his mouth, and she snagged the rear of his panties, and when she tugged them down, Tsubasa reflexively, obediently, gracefully raised first one leg, and then the other, sensuously letting his sensei pull them off.

Naruto watched with amusement as Tsubasa arched his back, seeing how Sarada kissed the trap deeper, watching her slap him on the ass and make him squeal and moan into her mouth. The lad looked simply shameful, and when Sarada broke off the kiss, he was panting, his eyes half-lidded and glassy, his mouth cutely gaping and glistening with saliva. Sarada let go of the youth's chin and deftly unfastened the buttons on the front of his shirt, pulling it open to show a soft, creamy chest with pink, peaking nipples.

"Sensei…" Tsubasa moaned. "I want to be just like you… I want to be as beautiful and seductive and…" He blushed. "Famous as you."

"Ara, ara…" Sarada smiled and squeezed his reddening ass. "With a booty like this, you're a good part of the way there. Mm-hm… and I suppose you've been training it dutifully every day, haven't you?"

Tsubasa shyly nodded, and his flaccid prick started to twitch again. Bashfully, yet also eagerly, he turned around and bent over, looking over his shoulder to see Sarada's expression as he reached back and spread his buttocks.

"Yes, Sarada-sensei. Just like you told me to… I've been doing it every day.."

Sarada saw the flared, metal butt plug nestled snugly in Tsubasa's backdoor, and she smiled.

"You slut. How many times have you masturbated using this cute little asshole of yours? How many times have you fantasized about a big, strong man shoving his fat, throbbing cock into your snug little meat hole and making you his bitch? Mm… Once a day? Twice a day? More?"

"M-More…" Tsubasa whimperingly, blissfully replied. "It's hard, when I'm on missions with my team… but when it builds up, I can't help but…"

"Have you offered yourself to them?" she asked silkily, grabbing the butt plug and giving it a tug. "They're both rather handsome young men… I bet you would love to be spit roasted by their insatiable cocks. Or maybe you'd rather have your jounin sensei punish you for being a naughty little slut?"

Tsubasa moaned, nodding frantically.

"I… want to," he admitted. "But I don't want them to think… I'm s-some weirdo…"

"It's too late for that, Tsubasa-chan~" Sarada huskily whispered. "I'm sure they already see you as nothing more than a perverted little cum slut. The only role someone like you can offer on a team is as sexual relief for the others… and that's a wonderful position to fill~"

She licked her lips, popping the plug out of Tsubasa's anus. The youth gasped and arched his back, then whimpered and wiggled his hips.

"Sensei… Can you teach me how…?" he panted. "I want to do it for real… I want to be just like you.."

With a devilish smile, Sarada pulled out a dildo of size and shape suspiciously similar to what was currently plunging in and out of the pussy of the original in the bath.

"Then relax, Tsubasa-chan… and try not to scream.."

The ensuing squeals were downright adorable, and the look on Tsubasa's face was exquisitely lewd. Naruto's cock throbbed inside Sarada as he watched the spectacle, halfway amused and halfway aroused as he watched how the woman groomed and molested one of her sweet, impressionable students.

He chuckled, tweaking the woman's nipples and nibbling her ear.

"You know, I should probably lecture you about not doing that kind of thing to your students…"

"Mmmm… But you won't, will you?" Sarada's eyes rolled euphorically, and she knowingly smiled.

Naruto smiled too, thinking back on how this had all started with him giving a demonstration during one of Sarada's Sex Ed classes in the Academy, and how he had fucked this woman and made her his bitch when she wasn't even yet a genin…

"Yeah, I won't." He thrust harder, his cock clenching. "I'm just as guilty as you are."

Sarada moaned, and she closed her eyes and tipped her head back.

"Then fuck me harder, Daddy. I want to have another of your babies…"

Naruto smiled and plunged himself deeper into his mistress, feeling his wife rinse his back.

"If you insist, you naughty little thing."

Sarada smiled and basked in her daddy's arms. It was bliss, and she moaned at the top of her lungs when she came. This was the only kind of happy ending she cared about, and it was the exact kind she deserved.

Naruto was her daddy, and she was his bitch. She was and always would be his perfect little pervert.

That was all she wanted from life..