New Oral Skills

Hinata’s movements were less terrified than her first time, but still hesitant. Her stretched lips struggled to accommodate the thick, veiny circumference of Kyle’s cock, but she persisted, forcing more of his length into the warm, wet cavity of her mouth.

"Not bad," Tsume’s voice cut in from above. Already recovered, she sat on the bed's edge, idly kneading one of her heavy, pendulous breasts. "Look, Kyle. Barely any gag reflex now. Our shy little princess is a natural."

Kyle, his head thrown back, grunted in approval. "Definite progress. Good girl, Hinata."

The praise sent a wild flutter through her chest. She felt the powerful, rhythmic throbbing deep in her throat, the unmistakable signal of his climax. When it came, a thick, hot torrent of cum erupted, flooding her mouth with its salty, musky tang. Remembering a recent lesson, she held it, then opened her mouth wide, displaying the pearly white strands pooled on her pink tongue in a lewd, silent offering.

"Swallow," Kyle commanded, his voice dark with satisfaction.

She obeyed, gulping down the viscous fluid as it slid down her throat. Lowering her eyes submissively, she whispered, "Thank you, Kyle-sama."

Tsume snorted. "Will you show Naruto your new manners? Does he like you well-trained like this?"

Hinata flushed crimson, averting her gaze. "Tsume-san, please..."

"No, tell me," Tsume insisted, leaning closer, her scent of sweat and sex overwhelming. "Doesn't he like it when you suck him off?"

Under pressure, Hinata stammered, burning with shame. "N-no... it's just... Naruto-kun isn't as... thick as Kyle-sama. He only needs my tongue. And... he doesn't cum much, so I... I usually just spit it out..."

A heavy silence fell. Kyle, who had begun to soften, felt a violent surge of fresh arousal. His cock, lying on his thigh, twitched and then hardened in an instant, rising into a rigid, demanding pillar of flesh.

Tsume laughed hoarsely. "Look at that, girl. Your words got him hard again. Think your little tongue can handle him twice? Or do you want to try pleasing him with your tight little cunt instead?"

Hinata stared with wide-eyed fright at his re-erected member, doubting her virgin-like tightness could take it.

"Don't be scared," Kyle said, his voice rough. "For your first time, just rub your wet pussy all over it. Men love that."

Blushing fiercely, Hinata knelt on the bed, straddling his powerful thighs. She used her fingers to part her delicate, pink labia, exposing her glistening slit, and began sliding her slick, hot folds up and down his shaft. Her large, heavy breasts swayed with the rhythm, her hard nipples brushing his stomach. The contrast between her innocent, embarrassed expression and the raw obscenity of her movements was stark.

Kyle gripped her slender waist, pulling her closer. He leaned forward and took one of her rock-hard nipples into his mouth, sucking greedily, his tongue flicking the bud.

"I love your body, Hinata," he whispered, moving to her other nipple and biting it gently. "So fucking perfect. I want to ruin you. I want to fuck you so hard you forget your own name. I want to fill you with my seed until it drips out of you. I want to put a baby in you."

Hinata shuddered, her cheeks burning. "Kyle-sama... I'm married... you can't..."

"It's called 'dirty talk,' girl," Tsume explained, watching with approval. "Kyle likes to be worshipped. He likes to hear about his huge cock and how you want his babies. But not all men are like that. Your Naruto, like Kiba, probably prefers to be degraded. To be told their little dicks are only good for a pity-fuck."

Hinata, flustered but listening intently, nodded, committing the lesson to memory.

Kyle’s cock was ready to erupt again from the slick friction of her pussy. Feeling his muscles tense and hearing his ragged breath, Hinata, remembering Tsume's words, gathered her courage. She looked directly into his eyes, her own shining with a newfound, **** hunger, and whispered "Kyle-sama... please... cum in my mouth. Shove your giant cock down my throat and feed me your thick cum."

After her second mouthful of his cum, Hinata rested with Tsume and Kyle while Kiba served them tea. The room still smelled of sex and sweat, but the atmosphere was calm, almost lazy. Hinata could still feel the sticky trails of semen drying on her own chest and between her breasts, and she occasionally stole a quick, discreet lick at a stray drop on her collarbone, hoping Kiba wouldn't notice her cleaning herself.

She watched her old friend pour the tea with an unnatural grace. His movements were fluid, lacking their usual brash sharpness.

"Kiba... you've changed so much," Hinata couldn't help but say, feeling a slight awkwardness. "You've become so... calm. And you smell so pleasant now. And even... slimmer, somehow softer."

Tsume chuckled, stretching on the sheets like a contented cat. "Master Kyle appreciates beautiful things. And order. He beat the useless wildness out of him. Now he's not only more useful but much easier on the eyes, don't you think?"

Hinata blushed, remembering Tsume's previous hints. She leaned close to her friend's ear and whispered, stammering, "Tsume-san... so... so it's true? He... Kiba... likes being humiliated?"

Tsume laughed loudly, slapped her own thigh, and barked at her son, "Kiba! Get over here! Tell Hinata how you came last time."

Kiba, who was standing by the table, flinched. A bright flush spread across his face. He averted his eyes but obediently approached.

"Mom... with Hinata here..." he mumbled.

"Hinata is our guest, and she is... the Master's friend now!" Tsume cut him off. "Speak."

Kiba took a deep breath, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "It... it was last night. I... I was sniffing Master's dirty cum-stained boxers... while he was fucking my mom on my own bed..." His voice trembled with shame, but he continued as if hypnotized. "And I came... when you, Alpha... said that with a cock as tiny as mine, I'd be better off being a girl."

Tsume snorted with satisfaction. "And now show her. Prove to Hinata that your little dick got hard from it."

Kiba, his face burning, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. His penis, indeed no longer than his thumb, was rock-hard and a deep, angry red from arousal.

Hinata initially turned away sharply, deeply embarrassed. But out of the corner of her eye, she still registered that tiny, yet rigid, piece of flesh. She was struck by the contrast: the humiliating words, the scorching shame on Kiba's face—and his complete, physiological agreement with that humiliation.

"You see?" Tsume said, placing a hand on the stunned Hinata's shoulder. "He enjoys this, and there's nothing wrong with it. His father was a pervert too... like all men. But that particular one loved it when I sat on his face and called him a small-dicked loser. His son is just the same."

Hinata slowly nodded, her mind a chaos of shame, confusion, and a strange, ominous understanding. She looked at the submissive Kiba, at the pleased Tsume, at Kyle whose hand had slipped inside Tsume's yukata and was now calmly kneading the matriarch's heavy breast. She nodded again, more firmly this time. "I understand, Inuzuka-san. Thank you for the lesson."

Naruto was buried in a stack of reports, his arm draped automatically around his wife's waist as his eyes scanned the documents.

“Naruto-kun,” she said, her voice unusually quiet and thoughtful. Her hand slid down and lightly brushed against the fly of his pants.

“Huh? Hinata?” He looked up from the scroll, surprised.

Without a word, she unbuttoned his pants and drew out his half-hard cock. She looked at it with a strange, detached curiosity, mentally comparing it to Kyle’s thick, powerful shaft.

“It’s so… small,” she whispered, beginning to stroke him with a slow, slightly mechanical rhythm. “Little… cute…thing...”

Naruto froze, his cheeks flushing, but he didn’t dare move, only holding her tighter. “Uh… Hinata… you… I’m already…”

“You should finish quickly, Naruto-kun,” she interrupted him with an almost dispassionate whisper, her eyes locked on his. Her fingers tightened their grip just a little. “Because if you don’t… I’ll stop trying.”

Something in her tone—that strange, alien bluntness—affected him more than any passionate gesture ever had. His cock, which had only begun to stiffen, suddenly twitched in her hand. His eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat.

“I… I…” He couldn’t form a single word.

Suddenly, his body shuddered. With a quiet, choked groan, he came. Warm semen spilled copiously over his stomach and her fingers, all after just a few of her tentative strokes.

Hinata stopped moving her hand. She looked at his semen on her skin, then at his bewildered, panting face. A small, satisfied smile touched her lips, and she softly pressed her lips to his. Her other hand continued to smear his spend across his softening length and balls.

“I'm glad you liked it,” she said simply, as if stating a fact, and carefully wiped her fingers on his pants.

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