Konoha Hospitality - 7 Side Story Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – Invasion of The Slut Snatcher, Part 1

Side Story Chapter 1: Invasion of The Slut Snatcher, Part 1

As usual, Kurenai had been blathering about how Hachimaro should work out more, how she wanted her “boyfriend” to be in the best shape possible. Aside from snorting at the idea that he was the housewife’s boyfriend, Hachimaro had agreed that a visit to the gym might be a good idea.

So now they were together towards the back of the mostly empty gym, in a smaller room with a few exercise machines. Kurenai’s pale skin glowed with heat as Hachimaro locked her into a machine, her back flat against the bench while her thighs were at her sides, legs almost painfully pushed back flat, ankles dangling uselessly behind her head. The beautiful woman looked helpless as Hachimaro smiled down at her. He didn’t bother getting undressed, and Kurenai saw he had no intention of undressing her either. Instead he merely unhooked his pants and pulled out that gigantic cock of his.

Kurenai couldn’t imagine anything could be so big-the first time she’d seen Hachimaro’s cock, when he’d plowed her in her and Asuma’s bed, it looked unreal. And now, springing from his pale crotch, stretching away from his body and almost up past her stomach, it looked even bigger. The busty brunette figured if she placed her hand on the base, the tip would be well past her elbow and almost up to her fucking shoulder.

Hachimaro grinned at her, not bothering to ask if she was ready-from the position she was in and the dirty nature of fucking in a semi-public place and cheating on her husband, again, Kurenai was visibly aroused. Her cheeks were red, her fat tits heaved and bounced with every deep breath she took, and her little dress was beginning to darken at the bottom. Hachimaro tore apart the white cloth just a little and then shoved forward, his cock spearing straight into her sobbing gash.

“Ahh! Hachimaro!” Kurenai squealed, eyes slitting from the pain and pleasure she felt. He ripped right through her panties and kept on thrusting, getting about half of his thick bitch-tamer inside her with wet, squelching sounds like a boot slammed into mud. Kurenai bit her lip, face flushed and sweaty. Hachimaro moved savagely, just wanting to sink his entire club of cock into the MILF as soon as possible and her comfort be damned.

“Oh, god!” She whispered, her juices running down Hachimaro’s cock as orgasm almost overtook her right then and there. Her hands were tied to her ankles on her left, glinting in the light of the gym was her wedding ring, the reddish gold band a constant sign of her devotion to her husband, and at this moment, a sign of what a cock-hungry adulterous whore she was.

Kurenai tried to speak as Hachimaro settled into a good pace, riding her like a championship horse, barely giving her time to think or get used to the rough treatment. For fun he tweaked her nipples, sensitive pink nubs straining to reach into his hands, showing how aroused her body was. Her breasts were the biggest they’d been-ever since having a kid, Kurenai’s tits hadn’t lost any mass. Despite her training to keep her body healthy, they remained full and round and jiggly, making her look less like a respected ninja team leader and more like a cheap whore.

“Hachi-Hachimaro, please.” She moaned, voice breathy and thick with pleasure.

“We, we can’t be here for too loooong!” Kurenai thrashed her head back as Hachimaro leaned forward and clamped his mouth onto one of her MILF tits, sucking and biting gently. ‘Too long’ was exactly how she’d describe his cock-so big inside her it felt like she was giving birth all over again, in reverse. He had to have bottomed out now, she thought, had to be full inside her-slamming against her cervix like he was.

She looked past her tits and Hachimaro’s body, hunched over her-not easy when her other full breasts were bouncing and jiggling so much it threatened to smack her in the face any moment. What she was made her moan and swoon, head falling back as she felt her first of many orgasms overtake her. Hachimaro’s cock still had plenty to go, at least another six inches of bottle-thick meat to spear inside her already overstuffed cunt.

Kurenai had just wanted to train a bit, watch her young boyfriend exercise. Now she was strapped into an awkward and painful position-even for her ninja body-while she endured the greatest physical challenge of her life: not passing out from the superpowered fucking this teenage stud was giving her. God it felt like he was hitting the bottom of her stomach!

She wanted to protest, but she couldn’t. She wanted cock more, with all of her thoughts-rapidly depleting as they leg muscles would give out before he stopped, she was sure of it. Kurenai was so proud of her boyfriend’s stamina-he made her husband look like a two-pump chump.

“Oh, so deep. So big!” She moaned, delirious. Hachimaro merely hummed around her breasts as his head moved from one to the other, his huge balls getting closer and closer to slamming up against her pussy lips. He was honestly surprised she had taken so much of his cock already-in the time he’d spent in this village, it’d gotten bigger and bigger, and Hachimaro knew if he wasn’t careful, he could seriously injure these dumb sluts.

Too bad he didn’t give a shit about being careful.

Hachimaro took his mouth off Kurenai’s reddened breast with a popping sound, saliva dripping onto her as he continued to rut into her like an animal. Her eyes were glassy as she looked at him, feeling lightheaded, dizzy and weak from the battering her insides were taking.

“Please, Hachimaro, we should really stop.” Kurenai was almost pleading with him, but he could see in her eyes she was enjoying this almost as much as he was. He was almost all the way in now, and his cock was soaked with her juices.

“Ah-Asuma expects me soon.” She choked out, barely able to speak more than a sentence at a time. Hachimaro merely grunted and digged his hands into her hips as he bent over her. Mouth buried into the crook of her neck he bit and sucked, knowing he would leave a mark. She’d just have to make up some excuse to her stupid husband.

In this new position, with her tits crushed against Hachimaro’s slim chest, he could go deeper and faster now, his hips performing the magic trick of making his giant cock appear and disappear fully inside Kurenai’s pussy, nearly twenty inches of dick slamming inside, punishing her uterus as he nibbled at her ear. She was babbling now, going back and forth between whispered curses and incoherent moans.

Hachimaro reared back once more, cocktip just inside her entrance. It felt like her pussy lips were clenching him, trying to hold onto his meat for as long as possible. Hachimaro whispered into her ear in a cruel voice.

“I don’t give a fuck about your limp-dick retard husband, you cheating whore.”

With that, Hachimaro slammed back in, his entire length of meat crashing into Kurenai like some terrible blow. Her mouth opened in a rictus of pleasure and agony, but no noise emerged. Instead her head lolled back, like she was going to faint. After a moment of breathing so soft and fast it seemed like Kurenai would black out she screamed, low and loud, a guttural sound like a dying animal.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and Kurenai saw nothing, except the image of that cock, defiling her insides as Hachimaro grunted and moaned in her ear like a beast. She knew that if her legs weren’t in this painful and humiliating sex-toy position, they’d be wrapped around his back, holding him tight and never letting him go.

“Uhhh, aghhh!” She screamed, beautiful raven hair sticking to her face as her body rocked and shuddered.

Hachimaro simply kept thrusting, hands leaving bruising red marks on her tight milfy body, squeezing her hips, kneading the flesh of her ass and even rubbing along the entrance to her tight (for now) asshole, keeping up a steady chorus of whap-whap-whap as he reduced one of Konoha’s finest to a puddle of sweaty flesh and orgasm-blasted nerves. What a pathetic slut.

Slowly, Kurenai regained some sense, but only a little. Her eyes fluttered open and there seemed to be a haze about everything-another orgasm was close as Hachimaro kept his battering ram of a dick crashing inside her. She might have permanent damage after this, but the only actions she could bring herself to take was to softly kiss at his neck and shoulder, while he continued to savage her neck with his teeth. Her aching legs screamed at her, and her arms were so ramrod straight above her head that breathing was becoming quite difficult. And still…

Whap.

Whap.

Whap.

Kurenai had no sense of time, but it seemed quite a while that Hachimaro fucked her, and several more heart-stopping orgasms. But then, she heard a new noise, something other than the frenzied sounds of their adulterous sex, other than Hachimaro grunting that she was a “tight married” cunt into her ear, something other than her own piteous moans and wails like the happiest dying woman in the world.

The door-from which the exercise machine was barely a foot away-creaked open. In walked a young woman Kurenai knew well, a ninja in her mid-twenties with the angelic face of a teenager and a well-toned body with long legs, soft hips and breasts that were surprisingly large for her frame.

Rin Nohara. The girl who had helped break her ANBU colleague Kakashi out of his funk, the light of his life and a bright young ninja in the village. Watching Kurenai, respected mother and wife, getting fucked half to death, flailing and shouting.

“Ku-Kurenai!” Came the shocked gasp.

Kurenai turned her head, barely able to see Rin through her half-lidded eyes and tears of pleasure. Drool coated her chin as her tongue stuck out, cheeks blushed and nose flaring, nostrils trying to drink in every scent of her teenaged fuck-partner and the smells of their depraved coupling-already there was a pool of sweat and sex juices underneath the bench like someone had overturned a water barrel.

She tried to be calm, but the effect just made her look even more like a braindead sex slave. Nervous, shy, but utterly casual and not like she was getting stuffed with a baseball bat’s worth of dickmeat. “Ruh-Rin. Hu-hello, its good to see youuu!”

Kurenai came again, shamefully in front of the young ninja, her juices shooting out of her and past her cock-stuffed pussy with such force that she squirted around her young lover with an audible filthy sound, halfway between a pussy fart and pissing. The drops splattered Hachimaro’s crotch, who smacked her ass for making such a mess, and some even made their way onto Rin’s shirt and pants. And through it all came the sound that Kurenai would hear in her dreams, driving her further into sex-blasted madness.

Whap.

Whap.

Whap.

Rin looked scandalized, surprise and disgust written across her face. She respected Kurenai, looked up to her, and now some strange boy that she had seen across the village once or twice-not even a ninja as far as she knew, just some traveller-was fucking her in shameful fashion with a gigantic penis. The sight of it of confused Rin, as it seemed too immense to be real, and the smell of the room was overpowering, a mixture of sweat and sex stink that clouded her mind-it certainly seemed to have robbed Kurenai of her sense.

Hachimaro glanced at her for a second, looking her up and down. His eyes had something in them that made Rin’s skin crawl, as he looked at her body. She suddenly wished she was dressed more modestly-as she’d been expecting to workout for a while, Rin was only wearing short leather black shorts that stopped just beneath the curve of her ass, and a small black top that hugged her breasts and exposed every inch of her peach-hued fit and firm abdomen.

Grinning wickedly, Hachimaro soon ignored her and went back to fucking Kurenai, his bubble vest flapping as his cock burrowed inside her cunt like some awful worm. Rin could see his penis inside her, bulging out from her otherwise flat, lightly muscled stomach-the mushroom shape of his cocktip was almost visible underneath her bellybutton. It looked unimaginably painful, and yet Kurenai had a sloppy, retarded grin on her drooling face, tits bouncing as her body was held rigid, arms and legs slack as her muscles were drained, utterly spent from the brutal fucking.

Kurenai kept trying to speak, her mouth moving slowly, tongue making soft meaningless sounds in her mouth as Rin goggled, jaw slack in amazement. “Kurenai, what are you doing?!”

Kurenai gurgled a bit as Hachimaro thrust particularly hard, feeling her insides jostle inside her and her hips creak. Her uterus felt like someone had been treating it as a punching bag and her pussy was spread open so wide it nearly touched her quivering asshole, which Hachimaro kept rubbing with his thumb. She spoke like a deeply drunk woman.

Whap.

Whap.

Whap.

“Rin…I, we…Hachimaro and I were just truh-training” She moaned and grunted as Hachimaro began to slap her tits back and forth, almost grunting like a big as her udder-tits were abused and she came again, soaking Hachimaro’s pubic hair to his crotch. He slammed against her, grinding his body against her pussy lips as his cockhead smashed against her ovaries.

“Its not, not what it looks luh, luh-” Kurenai trailed off as she came again, with Hachimaro snapping his hands up to her neck and squeezing. Soon the proud shinobi’s face began to turn blue, tongue sticking out dumbly between her teeth as Hachimaro hilted himself inside her, cock-length bulging and distorting the shape of her lower body.

He grunted to her “I hope Asuma gets a good taste of my jizz the next he goes down on you, slut!” before he began to moan and growl in low tones.

His balls contracted and Rin gasped, trying to look away from the sight of him coming inside Kurenai, but it was no use. The sounds that emerged were disgusting, like sewer water overflowing from a drainage pipe as Hachimaro used Kurenai like a bucket to place his jizz, and nothing more. Her own liquids were so copious and flowing that Kurenai’s pussy was soon overflowing, semen pooling outside her,landing on the bench and not so much dripping as pouring onto the floor with splattering sounds. Kurenai’s stomach bulged out even more as she began to inflate-uterus expanding and her body warping like she was just a water balloon to be filled up by Hachimaro’s ball-batter.

Rin took one last desperate look at Kurenai’s eyes, hoping to find some small shred of sanity there. But she was gone-awake but unthinking, her eyes almost gone completely white, pupils and iris shrunk, a dull little fuck-puppet with more jizz than brains inside her now. As drool dropped onto her fat child-rearing tits, Kurenai spoke euphorically, looking she was drugged into bliss.

“So…guh-good. Cuh, cuh, coming! Cock…cock….cock.” Her head hung limp, hair falling down like ragged curtains as her body slowly rose and fell with soft shuddering breaths.

Hachimaro gave a few more thrusts-impossibly, Rin thought, surely he’d be exhausted by the fucking gallons of spunk he’d just dropped into Kurenai-before he looked at her. He looked like some terrible predator and Rin’s gaze fell, unable to maintain eye contact with him. But she saw that awful bulge again, the terrible distortion of motherly pale flesh, and felt like she might be sick.

“You-you…you monster!” She gasped, turning on her heel. Hachimaro licked his lips at the sight of her small but firm bubblebutt straining through her gym shorts, feeling himself hardening again inside the MILF’s stretched fuck-tunnel.

“I’m telling Kakashi!” Rin said, mostly to herself. She had to tell someone what she had just seen, and she knew she could confide anything in Kakashi. Even something as mind-shattering awful as that. One terrible sound followed her out into the rest of the gym, though it quickly faded beneath the grunts and exertions of other ninja-sounds that only reminded her of the brutal fucking she’d witnessed.

Whap.

Whap.

Whap.

Hachimaro stared at the pert little ass trapped in those leather shorts, glad once again he’d decided to extend his stay in this village indefinitely. Between the fat-ass MILF and her dumb blonde daughter, Hachimaro was getting his balls drained a half dozen times a day, and he still found a new bitch to fuck almost every day.

Looking down at the destroyed Kurenai, Hachimaro slowly pulled out of her, cock still erect, looking almost angry with pulsing throbbing veins and a swollen prick helmet. A river of nasty sperm flowed out of Kurenai’s sobbing cunt, leaving enough in her to leave her ovaries drowning his seed. She kept muttering something, getting her words- “cock” and “jizz”, mostly, all mixed up, tripping over her sex-addled tongue.

Her body seemed to shrink slightly when he withdrew, not simply because she’d lost about ten additional pounds of cock-weight, but because without it inside her, Kurenai was simply less. He walked over to the front of the bench, letting his cock slap down on her face like a conqueror’s flag. Kurenai simply tried to grin up at him, but her mouth was a little too wide, eyes blank and tongue flopping as she slurped along his shaft a little.

Grabbing strands of her sweaty hair, Hachimaro wrapped them around his hand as he began to fist along his length, pumping furiously. He thought of that little bitch’s tight ass in those shorts, and about the last time he’d fucked Kurenai in her husband’s bed. They’d absolutely ruined the sheets with how much they’d soaked them, so Kurenai had to rush out and buy new ones less her adulterous affair be discovered. Lastly he thought of the brilliant shade of purple she turned when he choked her and how sinfully tight that made her cunt.

“Her it comes you…guh…fuckin’ whore!” He shouted, and took a step back to aim his cock at her mouth. With her still so slack jawed, it was no trick at all to cram his jawbreaking dicktip into her mouth. Kurenai didn’t so much as gasp in protest, her cheeks simply instinctively hollowed out as she got ready to swallow her boyfriend’s delicious, overpowering spunk.

Grunting to himself, Hachimaro kept his dick just barely in her mouth, bulging out her face as he resisted the urge to shove himself far enough that Kurenai felt him in her goddamn stomach. He wanted her to taste this. With a sick spurting sound he began to drain his balls into her sperm repository of a head. Kurenai’s eyes bulged as her drowning instinct kicked in, but with her limbs held immobile and Hachimaro keeping a firm grip on the back of her head, her body gave in and she began to swallow.

And swallow, and swallow, and swallow. As much as Hachimaro had just dumped inside her uterus not so long ago, he seemed to have much, or even more built up inside him now. The idea of another shinobi watching him fuck this married bitch’s cunt had turned him on even more and he held his cock in Kurenai for every last second of his sordid orgasm. Her stomach soon began to bulge out as well, matching the lower half of her belly as her insides swam in sperm.

By the time Hachimaro pulled out with a wet “schlik” sound, Kurenai looked about three months pregnant with his sperm babies and he simply smirked at her. Another useless set of holes, taught her place. He wondered what her daughter would look like when she was grown up and made a note to himself to drop and give her the same treatment he gave her mom.

With another few lazy strokes, he dropped a thick layer of jizz on Kurenai’s pale skin, soaking into her beautiful red eyes and obscuring her features behind a thick creamy mask. Spit and jizz bubbles foamed up at the corners of her mouth-if Kurenai had been able to think, she’d remember the first time Asuma asked to shoot on her face and how she’d turned him down-it was simply too demeaning. She still felt that way, but for her big teenage boyfriend, she realized she didn’t have a say in the manner-and that honestly got her wet.

Hitching up his pants, Hchimaro tucked his shrinking but still huge cock away into his baggy pants and began to turn away, when something caught his eye. Splattered by a few errant drops of his jizz was Kurenai’s wedding ring, pinned to the side of her body along with her arms and legs. If she could form a question, she might ask him if he was going to let her free when he reached for her, but that wasn’t what he had in mind anyway.

With how sweaty she was, and with bits of jizz on her fingers as a crude lubricant, Hachimaro tugged her wedding ring off, holding it up in front of her sightless eyes. Kurenai flashed back in her mind to her wedding day when Asuma had given it to her, and recalled the words of the priest as that event played out again in a sick twist.

He lowered his hand down her body, twirling the ring in his fingers.

The wedding had been beautiful, though small, and Kurenai could not remember a time when she’d been happier. Asuma gave her the ring, and the priest began to speak. “Do you take this man to be yours…in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer, for as long as you both shall live?”

Kurenai’s pussy looked like the mouth of a cavern that been blown open by dynamite-raw, red, aching, far more stretched than it had ever been before. Hachimaro smiled and spat on the wedding ring and her pussy, watching as a slimy bit of their mixed juices trickled out of her. He idly thumbed her clit roughly, which woke her up just a tad, eyes fluttering with awareness. “You liked it when that bitch watched you come your brains out, didn’t you, Kurenai?”

She swooned, the memory of her wedding being blotted out by this-the new happiest day in her life.

“I do.”

With a sudden motion of his arm, Hachimarosank his hand up the wrist and then, with a squelching sound, past that inside her cunt. Once he had half his forearm inside her, he opened his hand a bit and withdrew, leaving the ring inside. He quickly wiped his messy arm off on her clothes and turned to leave for good this time. He wasn’t sure how she’d get out, and he really didn’t give a fuck.

Utterly wiped, Kurenai had a few more moments of awareness, processing what latest violation had just been visited upon her, before she moaned like a sick cat and began to piss all over herself, her bladder being crushed by her jizz-filled stomach and uterus. It was all she could do not to throw it all up as she sank into the happiest exhausted sleep of her life.

Moving at a brisk walk, but not quite running, and feeling a little odd to be walking through the village in her gym shorts, Rin soon arrived at Kakashi’s office. She didn’t knock, simply entered-if it had been anyone else’s office, that would be different, but this was Kakashi, her childhood love.

She glanced down at her hand and the glittering engagement ring she wore as she closed the door behind her. They could get through anything together, even something as strange as this.

Soon she was leaning over his desk while he sat and listened very intently. She was so lost in her story that she didn’t hear the door open behind her, midway in a rant containing the phrase “giant penis!” Kakashi looked disturbed, slightly upset and…something else. An emotion Rin thought she recognized, but not one that made any sense to her in this context. Someone else would have called it jealousy, but to her it just looked like irritation.

Then Rin heard the door close. It was him. What was his name again? Hachimaro. She barely glanced at his face, looking back at Kakashi for protection and support, though her eyes did noticeably dip down Hachimaro’s body for a moment, remembering the impossible thing she’d seen.

“It looked like he was raping her or something, she was screaming like an animal with that bi-buh,”

Rin stumbled, feeling something against her. He had moved very close as he walked by, going to stand by Kakashi, a move which confused her. But more than that, the sensation she felt of something impossibly hard and large against her ass, pressing through the thin material of her shorts so much they almost got squeezed up into her tight little crack made her pause. Just the weight of that…bulge made her voice catch in her throat. She tried to think.

“He-he had such a big cock!” She said, but that hadn’t quite been what Rin meant to say. She wanted to emphasize how hurt Kurenai looked, how ravaged she had been, not compliment her abuser.

“She was just screaming over and over-it was like she was dying from pleasure.”

That hadn’t come out quite right, either. She was distracted, so she snapped at Hachimaro, standing by Kakashi (who had barely seemed to notice him, though if Rin was right he was sweating slightly).

“Could you do something about your bulge, pervert? It’s too big, it’s distracting me.” Rin blushed despite herself, but forced herself to grip the desk for support, looking at Kakashi. She lenaed forward a little as she did, tits straining low against her dark top. Hachimaro noticed, even if she didn’t, that her nipples were quite hard atop her perky little breasts.

Still, at least he was here with Kakashi. Then this huge piece of mea-er, shit-could be dealt with quickly.

Rin couldn’t help but have her gaze flick back to Hachimaro and his…well, “tent” was really too small for the mountain of cock that was jutting up against his pants. She hoped he wouldn’t notice as she continued her story, but he rudely cleared his throat and spoke as if he was discussing the weather.

“You know, you can stop looking at it anytime you want.”

His voice was airy and unconcerned, and that just upset Rin even more.

“No, I can’t, smartass, because I could look anywhere and see that giant thing! I-”

She stopped, mouth snapping shut abruptly when she realized what she’d just said. Kakashi visibly looked upset, and Rin was blushing scarlet, terribly embarrassed. It wasn’t her fault though, it was this stupid, smug…elephant-hung jerk. She glanced away from his face and once again looked down at…the monster. It looked like it was going to tear through his pants, and that if it did, the head would flop out somewhere past his fucking knees. Rin felt a little weak in the knees herself at that moment.

She tried to focus on Kakashi, slapping the desk with one of her palms, sending an impact jiggling through her tits.

“This pervert bastard was fucking Kurenai, a married woman for, for…for who knows how long! In the gym side exercise room, where anybody could have seen their shamefulness!”

Kakashi’s words were short and clipped, with jealousy ringing out.

“A few hours…most likely.” Rin nodded, ignoring the bitterness in his words.

“Yeah, that’s right, a few hours!”

She froze, blushing as she realized what they’d both just said. He’d been fucking Kurenai with that, and going that hard, for a few hours? No wonder she had looked like she was really dead. But how was this bastard hard again? It was amazing…or, rather, horrible, Rin thought.

Rin glared at Hachimaro, ignoring the confusion and conflicting emotions rising up in her and turning them just into anger at him, though that spark felt smaller and smaller. “Kakashi, you’ve got to…to lock him up or something! Punish him…harshly.”

Exactly like he’d been punishing Kurenai, she added silently. Though it looked like she’d been enjoying it a bit too much to call it punishment. Still, a big dicked monster like this, roaming around the village. It made Rin feel….feel…worried. Who knows who might walk into the gym one day and find her trussed up like Kurenai.

Wait….what? Hachimaro looked down at Kakashi, still quietly seated, his voice mockingly polite.

“Kakashi,” Rin bristled with anger that he’d address Kakashi so informally.

“Did I really do anything so bad?”

He looked like some smug schoolkid correcting the teacher.

Kakashi, who was suddenly looking much less irritated and actually kind of…pleased?…paused a moment before responding.

“Well, um, yes, Hachimaro. Rin is totally right, you can’t just go around fucking married women…in public.” He added, as an afterthought.

“And especially not a spot like the gym because…because…”

Seemingly without thinking about it, Hachimaro reached down and adjusted his bulge, moving that magnificent cock around in his pants. If anything, it looked more prominent now, sticking straight out like the prow of a ship, and Rin swore she could almost hear his baggy pants straining to hold it all back. She didn’t really take notice that from where Kakashi and Hachimaro were positioned, he had just fiddled with his giant junk barely a few inches away from Kakashi’s face. Kakashi noticed, and Rin noticed, but they both seemed to miss that the other was also staring at the same thing.

Rin was blatantly staring, and totally ignored the fact that Kakashi had stopped in mid-sentence. All she could think about was that…that….giant, monster…

“See?!” She practically shouted, swinging her head a bit to clear her thoughts (and incidentally setting her tits to wobbling),

“Kakashi said you were in the wrong!” She looked very pleased, Kakashi on her side and a giant dong in full view of her.

Wait.

“Now you can’t just swing that great big, fat cock around wherever you want.” Rin sounded like she was just scant seconds away from openly salivating, a dark hunger in the undercurrent of her voice. It almost sounded like she was complimenting without meaning to. She kept doing that for some reason.

Hachimaro replied completely evenly, that same tone of mocking matter-of-factness in his voice.

“But Kakashi likes it when I do that.”

Sudden shock and confusion forced Rin into a slightly defensive posture, and she crossed her arms, unthinkingly pushing her tits up. Hachimaro began to move around the desk towards the desk as she angrily struggled to retort.

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

Rather than answer, he merely brushed past her again, but this time he stayed still for a moment. Rin hid her reaction a bit better, but noticed, this time he wasn’t brushing against her ass so much as pushing against it, spreading her cheeks with an almost audible sound of her leather shorts straining to contain so much meat in between her bubble butt. She could only hope Kakashi didn’t realize what was happening and that she was doing nothing to stop it.

Her ass was practically resting against the cock now, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. The bulge was so massive it filled up the space between her ass cheeks completely, and then went on, resting almost on the middle of her back. She felt hot and stifled, and knew she was blushing red.

“Kakashi,” She finally managed to get out.

“What is this giant prick talking about?”

Kakashi looked slightly ill. Now it was his turn to stammer. “Well, well I…I don’t want to…to say.”

He looked right at her, pleading, which Rin thought was strange. Then she realized with a start (unintentionally backing her ass up on that dick, which slid between her cheeks with a sinful sensation) that Kakashi was looking at Hachimaro.

Eventually he looked away from the teen and back at his fiance-who was getting her ass spread by more cockmeat than she dreamed existed-trying to sound firm.

“Hachimaro did nothing wrong, Rin. Now let’s just end this here and now so he can…leave.”

Kakashi seemed a little sad about that, and Rin was just confused again. Not as mad this time, not with all that heat and weight pressing down on her.

“But…but you just said!” She pointed out, reaching down to her waist and adjusting her shorts a bit. It was no good, she could still feel every inch of that cock, and her shorts were so thin she could practically feel the veins throbbing, blood pumping through the giant head. She was glad her shorts were black because she thought she was getting a little moist down there. Just sweat, of course-Rin felt incredibly hot for some reason.

Hachimaro, however, didn’t seem to notice her discomfiture at all. He did lean forward on his toes, probably to get a better look at Kakashi, though this had the far more immediate effect of sliding his cock all the way up between Rin’s clothed ass cheeks. She tried to look away from Kakashi, mortified-the way they were acting, he had to know what was going on. Hachimaro’s cock was so big, his bulge so obvious, that Kakashi could probably see it sticking it up straight past her pert little rump. His fiance, who had just been talking about what a monster this guy was, and now she was letting him hotdog like she was a whore indulging in crude foreplay with him.

Rin continued to miss the looks between Hachimaro and Kakashi, a silent battle of wills that Kakashi lost without even putting up much of a fight. Ordering him to ignore the obvious blatant grinding of that cock against his fiance’s ass right in front of him, in his own office. Kakashi looked away from Hachimaro’s gaze without too much embarrassment, but then stopped as he spoke, smug as always.

“Listen, Kakashi, why don’t you just hurry up and explain things to this sexy fiance of yours?”

There was an obvious change in the room’s atmosphere at that-Rin clenched her hands in anger, and Kakashi’s visible eye bulged in slight fear. Despite her huffing and clear (maybe too clear) demeanor of irritation, Rin did have to feel a little complimented that hethought she was sexy. He had just been fucking the beautiful Kurenai, after all, who had always been more classically beautiful than the “cute” Rin-especially now that the birth of her daughter had given her big MILFy tits. But mostly she just felt glad Kakashi couldn’t see her ass trying to swallow up all that cockmeat-even as Rin tried, without success, to tell herself that was happening completely against her will.

Kakashi simply tried to play dumb. “Well, Hachimaro, I’m not sure what you want me to explain.”

Rin could feel Hachimaro sigh, a heavy noise that ran through his body and then cause his cock to almost vibrate between her cheeks. Yes, there was no doubt she was definitely wet now-she tried to imagine her fiance, handsome and strong, but she kept seeing the destroyed, come-inflated Kurenai, and wondered what sort of man could possibly do that to such a strong woman.

Hachimaro moved away from her and Rin almost felt sad, missing the weight of his cock on her ass. Then came a click as the room’s door was locked, another confusing action from this strange hung brat. Rather than move by Kakashi, where she might feel safer, Rin slowly, trying to be subtle, stretched out, arching her back and jutting her ass out. It wasn’t subtle to anyone else in the room, but nobody said anything, and so she stayed like that, quietly telling Hachimaro he could put it back…if he wanted to. She didn’t care, of course.

“Why’d you lock the door, pervert?”

Hachimaro hurried back to her side of the room, and with how her ass was arched now, easily placed his cock on it, and feeling it pressed against her spine again, Rin realized just how big it truly was. Seeing it in action was one thing, but feeling it on her body separated by thin layers of clothes-smelling it even, for the stench of his jizz and Kurenai’s juices was still heavy, was another matter and Rin licked her lips absently. They’d just been dry, she told herself. She tried to hide how pleased she was with herself that Hachimaro had noticed her little ass show and judged it good enough to place his fat staff of cockmeat back on.

It wasn’t like that was where his cock was supposed to go or anything. It was just…if Rin knew where he was and what he was doing, then he couldn’t get up to anymore trouble with anyone else. Yeah, that was it! Had to be.

Hachimaro moved slightly, grinding his bulge against her ass-his meat was so large it almost felt slightly painful as her ass, pert as it was but still somewhat small, simply could not handle such a staggering amount of cock. Rin surprised herself by doing nothing to stop it, or even communicate her displeasure to Hachimaro-she was displeased, right? But with Kakashi here, she reassured herself that she had nothing to worry about.

Hachimaro shrugged-the motion causing his dick to slide along her ass like a battleship in smooth waters. “I’m just trying to give the three of us some privacy. That’s not so bad is it, Rin?”

For some reason the way he said her name made gooseflesh pop up on Rin’s arms. She knew she should be repulsed-and while she was slightly afraid, it wasn’t totally in a bad way. She nodded, mostly to herself and gave the brat a little “hmpf”-not really agreeing, but not protesting either. Rin refused to give him the satisfaction of a verbal agreement. Though for some reason, she didn’t want anyone walking on them-like she’d walked in on him and Kurenai.

But-but this situation is nothing like that!, she told herself. Instead she looked to Kakashi, slightly impatient, but slightly hopeful. He’d resolve this.

“Well?”

She asked, sticking one hand on her waist and popping her ass out even further-it was a slightly sassy stance, but it looked far more slutty from the back when one saw the mammoth slab of dickmeat she had sandwiched in her tiny leather shorts.

“You know something, Kakashi-san.”

Despite herself she wiggled her ass, afraid of this pervert who was hung like an elephant, but not wanting to upset him for some reason. Besides, it wasn’t like Kakashi could see, though he also seemed to be making a deliberate effort not to see. Kakashi coughed into his hand.

“Yes, I have…encountered Hachimaro before, doing things like this. Well, not with Kurenai, with…uh…someone else.”

He stammered a bit, and Rin, who was growing ever more impatient, leaned forward, hands on his desk. She was just being assertive, but an outsider could be forgiven for thinking she was bending over like a bitch in heat, almost completely horizontal at the waist. Given how massive his bulge was, Kakashi could probably see Hachimaro’s dick sticking up past Rin’s head. At least holding onto the desk made it easier for Rin to keep her ass steady as Hachimaro ground deeply into her-she could feel her tiny panties and shorts getting sucked into her ass and dripping pussy.

Hachimaro groaned behind her, sounding impatient himself. He reached a hand down his front, coming to his pants as though he were simply rummaging in his pockets. Instead, Rin could feel him pressing his cock with his hand further against her ass, rubbing the length up and down as well as to the side, wiggling inside her packed shorts. His voice was surprisingly harsh for such a skinny boy addressing a powerful ninja.

“For fuck’s sake, out with it boy!”

Rin trembled in fear, ass-meat and tightly packed tits jiggling. Who was this brat? His cock felt like it was going to tear through their clothes any second. That thought, of his hot naked cock against her pale bubble butt made Rin bite her lip in trepidation and arousal. And yet, she kept grinding, beginning to feel beads of sweat run down her thighs, her damp shorts stuck to her like a second skin.

If she had to go with the flow to find out what was going on, then she would. But only for that reason. She prompted Kakashi along, since he seemed so reluctant to answer-she’d never seen him like this.

“Come ooon, Kakashi,” She whined slightly, grinding her ass up and down along the length, trying to touch every inch of it in one massive slow, grinding stroke. Soon this would be over-maybe too soon. Since it would end, and since she was so mad, Rin thought nothing of how she continually kept grinding her ass along the gigantic cock-it wasn’t her fault, after all, it was all this stupid, smug…enormous prick’s fault. She disliked this ‘Hachimaro’ already, he was just a stuck-up, skinny, stupid jerk. Stupidly big bulge.

Rin adjusted her clingy shorts, but the by now sopping panties and dark leather material barely budged, sliding against her slick skin with slight humming noises and a sinfully tight sensation-her ass and thighs packed into them like shrink wrap, just waiting to be unpeeled like the prize they were. It was getting harder and harder to keep the anger on her face-though she wasn’t sure why.

“Just explain, Kaka…shi.” Hachimaro drawled.

“So I was fucking the MILF in public-and yeah, her stupid ass was a bit loud. At first. If she had just been smart and married a real man and not some limp-dick, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. Its not like the jizz-bucket is a great lay anyway, just a way for me to blow off steam. That’s not so bad, right?”

He slid his cock along her ass now, so slow Rin feared he would drag her shorts away with it, shearing the material right off. She felt a delighted shock run through her, along with a darker one, tinged with fear, disgust and something else at his words. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the desk, suppressing a moan as she threw a glance back at him. It was meant to look severe, but the sheen of sweat along her lower back, trickling down her abs and making her shirt stick to her tits, dangling along the tips of her hair beautifully, kind of ruined the effect and made it look more like a classic, and very effective, “come hither” glance.

Which of course it wasn’t. No, she was just conveying her disgust with her eyes. Even if her gripping ass was saying something else-Rin couldn’t really help that, could she? It was only natural for a thick little ass to act like that around a fat pussy-breaker. Eyes over her shoulder she glared.

“You-you can’t just treat women like…objects, you dick!” She began to grind even faster, clearly rocking against him, treating his ass like a pole as Rin practically gave him a standing lap dance.

“You disgust me! You’re a sick pervert who only sees women as holes to pump your…uh, massive loads.” She was flushed, confused, and nipples felt like they would tear through her top, they were so hard. Their eyes were locked while complained, but he certainly didn’t look like he was being scolded. More like was eye-fucking some whore at a club, about to make his move. HE flicked his eyes away, pinning Kakashi with his stare. The senior ninja cleared his throat. “Rin is…” What? His fiance? Obviously turned on? A few thin layers of cloth away from sliding this giant prick up her ass?

“She’s right, either way-I, uh, guess.” Either way, as though Hachimaro might be right in his points about Kurenai. Rin was disgusted and mad at Hachimaro, but she was simply disappointed by Kakashi. Where was her brave hero of a fiance?

Kakashi stood up, starting to come around the desk-Rin would be afraid of what he’d see-if it wasn’t already fucking obvious.

“Yes, in fact,” Kakashi said, his voice growing stronger.

“I think Hachimaro needs to be dealt with right now. Punished, and you know what? I’ll do it myself.”

It almost sounded like he was volunteering for something enjoyable-but Kakashi didn’t like punishing criminals, Rin knew. She gave Hachimaro a little glare, like ‘you’re in for it now, bastard’ but the way her hair was clinging to her neck and her back was arched it came more like an enticing expression-the only thing she was missing was a raised eyebrow and licking her lips to complete the impression.

“I’m sorry to say,” Kakashi went on, closer to the sinfully grinding pair, joined at their crotches as they were,

“That it might take some time, Hachimaro. Hours, and hours.”

He was quiet for a moment, and Rin rejoiced inside, doing a happy little wiggle-still bent over with her hands on the desk. With Kakashi standing up, she didn’t need to be in that pose, of course, but she didn’t stand up right away either. Just slowly moving, subconsciously giving Hachimaro’s cock one last tight ass-squeeze, thrilling at the way it made his cockhead expand against her tight little body.

Kakashi looked down, seeing just how much Rin’s ass had wrapped itself around that bulge, his fiance practically trying to swallow another man’s giant penis with her little booty, an ass Kakashi had enjoyed seeing from this position dozens of times with his own above average dick. A dick that seemed positively miniscule now, in comparison to the monster this skinny brat was swinging. He saw that last final squeeze Rin gave him, though Rin missed it all. Hachimaro didn’t and simply smirked at Kakashi-that’s right, your bitch is practically dry-humping me raw. Problem, bitch?

Kakashi blushed, but said nothing. “Alright, Rin, you should leave now. I’ll deal with Hachimaro here personally. You should go check on the MI-Kurenai, I mean, now, and-”

Hachimaro waved a hand through the air, fingers waggling.

“Shut. Up.”

Rin twirled to look at the pair-catching another glimpse of that bulge. How had Kakashi not said anything sooner? It looked like it was coming up his shirt and practically at his chest level!

“I-uh-, um,” Kakashi stammered, looking completely out of sorts. Rin looked confused, and Kakashi shot her a glance. He seemed to take something from that-his back straightened, and his words were firm. If he could just get through this…

“Rin, you need to go now. And Hachimaro, you will stay here with me and receive your punishment-” Hachimaro glared and Kakashi actually wilted.

“I said shut up! Faggot.” As if he was talking to an impudent bug, barely worth his notice.

Kakashi froze, looking like a school-child being berated by his teacher. His eyes dropped-not to the floor as Rin might have thought-even though this situation was confusing and utterly fucked up-but just to the bottom of Hachimaro’s bulge and the two massive sperm-making balls he had there, each one practically dropping down into the legs of his pants and pulling them tight.

Rin couldn’t miss how differently Kakashi was acting, as if Hachimaro’s cruel, flippant insults were iron commands from the Hokage herself, not to be disobeyed in the slightest. She was wary, concerned, almost as if she and her fiance were facing enemies somewhere far from home-but they were just dealing with a jumped up little shit, right? Ok, so he had the biggest cock Rin had ever seen. Surely Kakashi was just a little surprised, that’s all.

“Kakashi-san.” She said, right hand touching her left, fiddling with her engagement ring for strength,

“Don’t let him talk to you like that!” This was it, his final chance. One Thousand Jutsu Kakashi took a step forward-which Rin thought odd because it almost brought him in contact with Hachimaro’s bulge-the smell and heat of which was funkifying the whole office-before he spoke.

“Listen, Rin is going to leave this moment so I can deal with you by myself. For as looong as it takes.”

Hachimaro also stepped forward, and they were almost groin to groin-Kakashi was visibly trembling with-fear? Excitement?

“That’s it! Kaka-chan. Do it. Now.” It was like a switch flipped. Kakashi looked at Hachimaro’s eyes for a moment, licking his lips. Then he spoke in a voice Rin had never heard him use, soft and quiet and weak, less of a voice and more of a whimper. His whole body seemed to shrink in-Kakashi was taller than Hachimaro but looked very much the inferior weak male getting chided by a bully at the moment.

“Ye-yes, Hachimaro-sama.”

Then Kakashi spun into action and for just a moment Rin smiled, eyes shining and her heart leaping up with hope. It was just a trick-a weird, strange move to lure Hachimaro into a false sense of security. One of his many Jutsu would shut this bastard up for good!

But wait…his finger was up, other hand balled into a fist. She dimly recognized this one-wasn’t that Uzumaki kid using it all the time.

There was a puff of smoke as Hero of the Sharingan Kakashi Hatake, on command from a scrawny teen, activated the Sexy No Jutsu.

From the smoke stepped a woman in leather pants, with knee-high black boots, shiny and with dangerous looking heels, and wearing a thin ninja-mesh top. It was less typical ninja gear and more fetish wear, torn in places and giving a clear view of the punk rock girl’s looking tits, which were sizeable, stacked onto an otherwise athletic stomach that made Rin envious. Kakashi’s eye-patch was now just a thin little strip, and the same mesh top covered her salivating mouth and nose. Silver hair danced atop her head, soft and silky-looking. There was a swirling red and black tattoo on her left shoulder and forearm, and a similar design to the right and underneath her belly-button. Her pants were down low, slender hipbones on display. Long black bondagey gloves came up to just above her lithe elbows, but her fingers were free, black nails glinting in the light. Her forehead protector bounced cheerily around her neck, her tits swaying along with it as she didn’t walk so much as strut closer to Hachimaro, moving with her hips first, all sexual energy and smoothness.

TO BE CONTINUED…