Tenten get what she wants!

Sakura's apartment looked different in the afternoon light. The morning's chaos had been partially tidied — the worst of the sex-stained sheets bundled into a laundry basket, the bed remade with fresh linens, Gamabunta Junior restored to his rightful place on the pillow. The shopping bags from their marathon retail therapy session were piled by the door, a colorful mountain of new outfits and lingerie that represented Sakura's complete transformation from flat-chested kunoichi to certified bombshell.

Tenten sat on the edge of the bed.

She was practically vibrating. Her bare tits — still out, still uncovered, the open jacket doing nothing to conceal them — jiggled with each excited, bouncing fidget. Her booty shorts had ridden so far up that they were functionally decorative. Her brown eyes were huge and gleaming, fixed on the middle distance with the laser focus of a woman who had been promised something incredible and was now waiting for it to materialize. Her hands were pressed flat on her bare thighs, her back was straight, and her expression was identical — identical — to a six-year-old sitting at the dinner table who had been told dessert was coming and was marshaling every ounce of self-control to not start screaming.

She even kicked her dangling feet a little. Back and forth, back and forth, her bare toes not quite reaching the floor.

Sakura stood by the window, arms crossed beneath her new D-cups, watching her friend with a complicated expression. She'd changed into one of her new purchases — a fitted black crop top that hugged her enhanced chest beautifully and a pair of high-waisted shorts that accommodated her wider hips — and she looked good. She felt good. The morning's shopping spree, the confirmation from Tsunade, the way Naruto's eyes had followed her in every outfit — all of it had settled into a warm, confident glow that suffused her whole body.

But confidence didn't mean she was ready for this.

"Okay, Tenten," she began, her voice carrying the measured, no-nonsense tone of a medical ninja delivering a diagnosis. "We need to talk."

"About the threesome? YES. Let's talk about the threesome. When do we start? Should I take my shorts off? I can take my shorts off. I'll take my shorts off." Tenten's thumbs hooked into the waistband.

"KEEP your shorts ON." Sakura held up a hand. "That's... that's actually what I wanted to talk about. The threesome thing. Look — I appreciate your... enthusiasm. Really. It's flattering, in a completely unhinged kind of way. But I don't think I can do this."

Tenten's kicking feet stopped. "...What?"

"I can't share Naruto." Sakura's voice was firm. She uncrossed her arms, then re-crossed them, then put her hands on her hips — cycling through authoritative poses like she was searching for the right one to deliver a rejection. "It's too weird, Tenten. He's my boyfriend. We literally just started dating yesterday. And the sex was... incredible, yes, I'm not going to pretend it wasn't, but that was our thing. Mine and his. Bringing someone else into it this early would be—"

"Hot?"

"Strange. It would be strange. We're still figuring out what we are to each other, and throwing a threesome into the mix before we've even had a second proper date feels—"

"Like an amazing idea?"

"Like a TERRIBLE idea, Tenten!" Sakura was pacing now, her new tits bouncing with each emphatic stride. "This isn't a training exercise! You can't just request a joint mission with someone else's boyfriend! There are emotions involved! Feelings! Relationship dynamics!"

Tenten tilted her head, processing this with the genuine confusion of someone encountering a foreign concept. "But you said his cock was bigger than anything in my scroll."

"That doesn't mean you get to—"

"And you said he could go forever."

"Irrelevant."

"Is it, though? Is it irrelevant that your boyfriend has infinite stamina and I have infinite appetite? Because from where I'm sitting, that seems extremely relevant. That seems like a resource allocation problem with an obvious solution." Tenten leaned forward, her bare tits swaying, her expression switching to something she probably thought was "persuasive logic" but was actually "horny desperation in a lab coat." "Think about it, Sakura — you and I are friends. Best friends! We've trained together, fought together, masturbated together just yesterday! We already have an intimate connection! Adding Naruto to that equation isn't weird — it's an optimization."

"An optim—"

"Furthermore," Tenten continued, warming to her own argument with increasing fervor, "sharing is an established kunoichi value! Teamwork! Cooperation! The Will of Fire! What is the Will of Fire if not the willingness to share powerful resources with your comrades for the greater good? And Naruto's dick is a very powerful resource, Sakura."

"You are NOT comparing my boyfriend's cock to the Will of Fire!"

"I'm comparing it to a NATIONAL TREASURE, which is what it IS, and hoarding a national treasure is SELFISH, Sakura! Think of the village!"

"THE VILLAGE DOESN'T NEED MY BOYFRIEND'S DICK!"

"The village doesn't know what it needs! That's why we have Hokages — to make the hard decisions! And if I were Hokage, I would DECREE that Naruto's cock must be shared among all loyal kunoichi for morale purposes!"

Sakura stared at her friend. Tenten stared back, panting slightly, both bare tits heaving with the exertion of her argument, brown eyes blazing with the conviction of a woman who genuinely, sincerely believed that what she was saying made perfect sense.

"You've lost your mind," Sakura said flatly.

"I lost my mind at approximately three AM this morning when Hinata Hyuga gave me a hundred orgasms at once, and I have NO intention of finding it again!" Tenten declared. "My mind was holding me back! Without it, I see things CLEARLY! And what I see clearly is that you have great tits, Naruto has a great dick, and I have a great NEED to combine all three into one glorious, sweaty, screaming—"

"Tenten. No." Sakura's voice was iron. Her green eyes were hard. Her jaw was set. She loved her friend — she really did — but there were lines, and this was a line, and she was standing on one side of it with both feet planted and no intention of moving.

She took a breath. Prepared her final statement. The one that would close the door, end the discussion, and restore sanity to an afternoon that had somehow derailed from "clothes shopping" to "negotiating group sex with a topless weapons specialist on my bed."

"Tenten, I'm sorry, but my answer is final. I am not going to—"

Across the room, leaning against the kitchenette counter with carefully practiced nonchalance, Naruto's hand slipped into his back pocket. His fingers found the booklet. His thumb flipped it open. His pen — already uncapped, because he'd been waiting for this moment since they'd walked through the door — pressed against the page.

He wrote quickly. One sentence. Clean, precise, minimal.

Sakura is bisexual always been! She is completely secure in her sexuality, totally devoted to Naruto, and enthusiastically open to sharing sexual experiences with other women — especially her close friends.

The booklet glowed. Warm gold, barely visible in the afternoon light. It lasted half a second.

"—share Naruto with anyone, because I think that—"

The change hit her like a wave.

Not violently. Not disruptively. It washed through her consciousness like warm water filling a container that had always been the right shape for it — settling into cracks and crevices and empty spaces she hadn't even known existed, filling them with something that felt less like a foreign intrusion and more like a homecoming. Like a puzzle piece she'd been holding upside down her entire life suddenly flipping over and sliding smoothly into place with a soft, satisfying click.

Sakura blinked.

Her mouth, which had been open mid-sentence, stayed open. But the words that had been queued up — I'm not comfortable with this, I can't share him, it's too weird — dissolved like sugar in hot tea, replaced by something clearer, truer, more her than anything she'd been saying for the last five minutes.

She'd always been attracted to women. Of course she had. How had she ever pretended otherwise? The way she looked at Ino in the hot springs — not just comparing their bodies, but admiring them. The flutter in her stomach when Hinata's breasts pressed against Sasuke's arm at the fair. The warmth she'd felt when Tenten's bare nipple had accidentally brushed her shoulder in the changing room. She'd been noticing women — their curves, their skin, their mouths, their heat — for years, and she'd buried it under layers of rivalry and deflection and a crush on Sasuke that had always felt slightly... constructed. Like she'd chosen it because it was expected, not because it was honest.

And Naruto — she loved Naruto. That was real. That was bedrock. Last night had cemented it in flesh and feeling and the way he'd remembered her dango and the sound of his voice saying you look like yourself, just more. She was his, and she wanted his cock and his heart and his stupid grin and his calloused hands and all of it, forever.

But loving Naruto didn't mean the other thing wasn't also true. Both things could be true. Both things were true. And sharing the person she loved with someone she trusted — with a friend whose body she'd just spent five minutes admiring through a veneer of denial — wasn't a betrayal. It was an extension. An invitation. An optimization.

Holy shit. Tenten was right. It was an optimization.

"—that I am bisexual," Sakura heard herself say, and the words flowed out smooth and natural and completely unforced, "and I only love Naruto, and his cock is the only one I will ever want—"

Tenten's mouth fell open.

"—BUT," Sakura continued, a grin spreading across her face that was equal parts mischief and genuine joy and the specific elation of a woman who has just realized something fundamental about herself and is riding the high, "I would absolutely LOVE to have a threesome with you, you perverted slut."

The silence lasted approximately 0.3 seconds.

"WHAT?!" Tenten shrieked, launching off the bed like a spring-loaded catapult. "BUT YOU JUST — YOU WERE JUST SAYING — YOU LITERALLY JUST TOLD ME—"

"I know what I said!" Sakura was laughing — open, free, delighted laughter that made her new tits bounce under the crop top. "I was teasing you! And you fell for it! The truth is, I've always thought you were hot, and watching you bounce around with your tits out all day has been driving me crazy, and if Naruto's okay with it—" She glanced at Naruto, who gave two thumbs up with the speed of a man who'd been ready since the lingerie shop. "—then yeah. Let's do this."

Tenten stood in the middle of the room, arms at her sides, bare tits heaving, brown eyes huge and glistening with what might actually have been the onset of happy tears. Her lower lip trembled.

"You..." she whispered. "You BITCH. You absolute TEASE. You made me beg! You made me give a whole speech about the Will of Fire! You made me compare your boyfriend's cock to national infrastructure! I EMBARRASSED myself, Sakura!"

"And it was hilarious," Sakura grinned.

"I HATE you!"

"No, you don't."

"I don't! I love you! I love your stupid face and your stupid new tits and I am going to FUCK both of you so hard that — MMMPH!"

Sakura had crossed the distance between them in two strides and grabbed Tenten's right breast — the bare, firm, exposed B-cup that had been jiggling in her face all afternoon. She cupped it fully, feeling the warm, tight flesh fill her palm — smaller than her own new handfuls, but perfectly shaped, firm and perky with a stiff little nipple that pressed into her palm like a hot button. She found the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

And twisted.

"AH—!" Tenten yelped, her whole body jerking, a bolt of electricity shooting from her tortured nipple straight to her clit. Her knees buckled slightly. Her hands flew to Sakura's shoulders for balance, and she found herself face to face with her pink-haired friend, green eyes dancing with playful cruelty, full lips curved in a smirk.

"You want the threesome, Tenten?" Sakura purred, rolling the captured nipple between her fingers, watching Tenten's eyes go hazy, watching her mouth fall open on a gasp. "Then I need you ready for it. And right now..." She twisted again, harder, and Tenten moaned — a raw, undignified, desperately aroused moan that came from somewhere deep in her chest. "...you seem a little too clothed."

"F-fuck — Sakura, that's — nngh — your bedside manner has gotten WAY more aggressive since you grew tits—"

Sakura laughed, released the nipple with a final flick that made Tenten's whole breast bounce, and stepped back to admire her work. The nipple was flushed dark pink, swollen, glistening slightly with sweat. Tenten was panting. Her booty shorts had a visible wet spot at the crotch that hadn't been there thirty seconds ago.

"Lose the shorts," Sakura ordered, pulling her crop top over her head. Her new D-cups spilled free, bouncing once, twice, settling into their natural heavy hang, nipples already stiffening in the cool air. She shimmied out of her own shorts next, standing naked except for the red thong from the lingerie shop — the one with the tiny triangle front and the string disappearing between her plump new ass cheeks.

Tenten's shorts were off before Sakura finished her sentence. She practically kicked them across the room, the open jacket following a second later, and then she was naked — fully, gloriously, unashamedly naked, her toned body flushed pink with arousal from her cheeks to her chest, her B-cups standing firm and proud, her pussy visibly wet, her thighs pressing together in unconscious anticipation.

Naruto pulled off his shirt. Then his pants. Then stood there in all his glory, and Tenten saw it for the first time.

Her brain shut down.

The cock. The cock. The cock she'd fantasized about for years, the cock she'd tried to simulate with every toy in her extensive collection, the cock that Sakura had confirmed was bigger than all of them combined — it was right there. Right in front of her. Standing at full, throbbing, proudly-jutting attention, the thick shaft veined and flushed, the wide head glistening with a bead of precum, the whole glorious thing curving upward with an aggressive, dominant angle that made her cunt clench so hard she nearly came on the spot.

"Oh my god," Tenten breathed. "Oh my GOD."

It was bigger than the Crimson Dragon. Bigger than the Jade Serpent. Bigger than the three dildos Hinata had stuffed inside her this morning combined. It was thick — not just long, but girthy, the kind of girth that would stretch her to her absolute limit and then demand she find room for more. The veins that ran along the shaft pulsed with each heartbeat, visible ridges that she could already imagine dragging against her inner walls with each thrust. His balls hung heavy beneath — full, tight, drawn up with arousal, and she remembered Sakura saying he could cum forever.

She might have started drooling. She was past the point of caring.

"Sakura," Tenten said, her voice distant, awed, almost religious. "How did you survive this?"

"With great difficulty and even greater enthusiasm," Sakura replied, already moving toward the bed, her thong joining the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. She was naked now too — all three of them, bare, in the afternoon light of her small studio apartment, and the air was already thickening with want.

Naruto stepped forward, his cock swaying heavily with the motion, and Tenten tracked it with her eyes like a cat watching a dangling toy. He reached out and cupped her jaw — a surprisingly gentle gesture that contrasted sharply with the massive weapon hanging between his thighs.

"Hey," he said, grinning. "Just to be clear — Sakura's in charge. Whatever she says goes. Cool?"

"You could tell me to do literally anything right now and I would do it," Tenten confirmed. "You could tell me to run laps around the village naked while singing the Konoha anthem and I would say 'how many laps' and start stretching."

"She means yes," Sakura translated from the bed, lying back against the pillows, her enhanced body on full display — the heavy tits falling to either side of her chest, the narrow waist, the flared hips, the smooth, puffy, already-glistening pussy between her thighs. "Come here, both of you."

They came.

Tenten hit the bed first, scrambling onto the mattress with the gracelessness of unbridled desperation, and Sakura caught her — pulled her close, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her. On the mouth. Full, deep, tongue-and-all, the kind of kiss Sakura had never given another woman before but had apparently always wanted to, because it felt right — soft lips against soft lips, Tenten's small moan vibrating against her mouth, the weapons master's firm tits pressing against Sakura's massive soft ones, the contrast of their bodies making both of them gasp.

"Mmmph — Sakura—" Tenten panted against her lips. "Your boobs — they're so soft against mine — fuck—"

Sakura's hands found Tenten's breasts — smaller, firmer, the nipples rock-hard nubs — and squeezed, kneading them while she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding against Tenten's, tasting her, feeling the desperate little whimpers building in the other girl's throat. Tenten's hands went straight to Sakura's tits — grabbing, squeezing, hefting the heavy D-cups with the reverent enthusiasm of a woman handling priceless treasures.

"So big," Tenten moaned into the kiss, kneading the heavy flesh, watching it bulge between her fingers. "So heavy and round and perfect — how do you walk around with these — they're incredible—"

"They're better when someone's playing with them," Sakura murmured, and then gasped as Tenten's thumbs found her nipples and rolled them in firm circles. The enhanced sensitivity — still present, still electric — sent sparks shooting through her chest and down to her clit. "Ah — yes — like THAT—"

Naruto climbed onto the bed behind Tenten, and the mattress dipped with his weight. His cock pressed against the small of Tenten's back — hot, hard, impossibly thick — and she felt it like a brand. Every inch of the shaft resting along her spine, the head reaching nearly to her shoulder blades. She moaned into Sakura's mouth, her body arching back against the heat of him.

"Ready?" Naruto asked, his hands settling on Tenten's hips.

"I have been ready for YEARS," Tenten gasped.

He reached down between her thighs. His fingers found her pussy — drenched, swollen, the lips parted and practically drooling arousal down her inner thighs, her clit engorged and throbbing. He slid two fingers through the slick folds, spreading the wetness, circling her entrance, and Tenten's hips bucked so hard she nearly headbutted Sakura.

"She's really wet," Naruto observed with a grin, his fingers teasing.

"No SHIT I'm wet — I've been wet since this MORNING — just PUT IT IN—"

He positioned himself behind her. Tenten was on her knees, bent forward over Sakura's body, her face hovering above Sakura's tits, her ass raised and presented. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance — wide, hot, insistent, the smooth dome spreading her lips apart by sheer proximity.

He pushed in.

"OHHH FUUUUUCK—"

The sound that tore out of Tenten's throat was not human. It was the sound of a woman whose body had spent years training with inadequate equipment and was now confronting the real thing for the first time. His cock spread her open — wider, wider, wider — the walls of her cunt stretching around his girth in a slow, relentless expansion that she felt in every cell. The ridges of his veins dragged against her inner walls, each one a line of fire, each one hitting nerve endings she didn't know she had. Her pussy gripped him like a fist, the muscles fluttering and clenching in helpless, involuntary spasms, her arousal squelching obscenely around the shaft as it sank deeper.

"Oh God — oh God oh God oh GOD — it's so — you're so — I can feel EVERYTHING — every VEIN — it's—" She was babbling, her face buried in Sakura's cleavage, her words muffled by the heavy tits pressing against her cheeks from both sides. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of Sakura's breasts, gripping them like handles as her body adjusted to the invasion.

He bottomed out. Hips against ass. Balls against her mound. Completely, fully, impossibly deep.

"HHHNNNNGHHH—" Tenten's back arched. Her toes curled. Every muscle in her toned body locked up, and she came — just from the insertion, just from the fullness, her cunt clamping down around his cock in hard, rhythmic pulses, a gush of clear fluid spraying around the base of his shaft and soaking the sheets beneath them.

"She came already," Naruto said, sounding genuinely impressed.

"Give her a second," Sakura laughed, stroking Tenten's sweaty hair. "Breathe, you pervert. Breathe."

"CAN'T — BREATHE — TOO — FULL — OF — COCK—"

He started to move.

The first thrust made Tenten scream into Sakura's tits. The second made her entire body jerk forward, her face sliding up through the valley of Sakura's cleavage, her mouth leaving a wet trail of drool between the heavy breasts. The third made her eyes roll back, white showing, her tongue lolling out against Sakura's sternum as coherent thought abandoned her entirely.

He set a rhythm — deep, steady, powerful, each thrust pulling almost all the way out before slamming back to the hilt with a wet, meaty slap that echoed through the apartment. Tenten's body rocked forward with each impact, her firm tits bouncing against Sakura's stomach, her face buried in the valley of D-cup heaven, moaning and drooling and gripping Sakura's breasts with desperate, kneading hands.

"Harder — HARDER — don't you DARE go easy on me — I can TAKE it — I've had a hundred orgasms at ONCE, I can take ANYTHING—"

He went harder. Faster. The bedframe slammed against the wall — bang, bang, bang — the same wall that still had impact marks from last night. The sound of skin hitting skin was a continuous percussion, wet and sharp and rhythmic, underscored by the obscene squelching of Tenten's drenched pussy swallowing his cock over and over.

She came again. And again. Each orgasm hitting her like a wave breaking on rock — her body seizing, her cunt clenching, her voice cracking on a scream before the next thrust jolted her into the next peak. The oversensitivity from the morning — from Hinata's hundred-orgasm treatment, every nerve ending in her body running at maximum gain — turned every stroke into an earthquake, every bump of his cockhead against her cervix into a detonation.

She loved it.

She loved it maybe as much as she loved Hinata.

The thought arrived unbidden and she didn't push it away. The cock inside her was incredible — the best thing she'd ever felt, a thick, hot, throbbing column of pleasure that reached places no dildo in her collection had ever reached, that stretched her in ways she hadn't known she could stretch, that filled her so completely that she felt it in her stomach. But even as she was screaming and cumming and gripping Sakura's tits like her life depended on it, a part of her brain was already comparing — already filing this sensation alongside the memory of Hinata's Gentle Fist and finding that both occupied the same tier. Different. But equal. The cock was physical perfection; Hinata's technique was transcendent. She wanted both. She needed both. She was going to have both, if it killed her.

"Okay," Sakura's voice cut through Tenten's pleasure-haze, and the pink-haired kunoichi was grinning up at the ceiling, her tits being thoroughly mauled, her body being rocked by each of Naruto's thrusts transmitted through Tenten. "My turn to play."

They rearranged. Tenten on her back, Naruto appeared above her, his cock standing up like a monument, glistening with Tenten's juices. He straddled her hips, sinking down into her with a long, shuddering moan, her head thrown back, her small tits pointing at the ceiling, her pussy swallowing him inch by inch until he was sitting against her pelvis. And Sakura — Sakura swung one leg over Tenten's chest, positioned herself above her face and settling her knees on either side of Tenten's head.

Tenten opened her eyes. Above her was Sakura's pussy — pink, puffy, glistening, the lips swollen with arousal, framed by the dramatic curve of Sakura's wider hips and the heavy, rounded underside of her D-cups visible above. The musky, warm, intoxicating scent of her friend's arousal filled Tenten's nose, and she moaned.

"Lick," Sakura commanded, settling down.

Tenten licked.

Her tongue pressed flat against Sakura's slit and dragged upward, collecting the sweet-salt tang of her arousal in one broad stroke, and Sakura's whole body shuddered. "Oh — fuck — Tenten—" Her hands found Tenten's bare tits below her and grabbed them, squeezing the firm mounds, pinching the nipples, using them as anchors as she began to rock her hips against the weapons master's eager mouth.

Tenten was in heaven. A very specific, very filthy heaven. Above her: Sakura's pussy, wet and swollen and grinding against her face, the pink-haired girl's magnificent new tits visible like two moons above the horizon of her mound. In her: Naruto's cock, buried to the hilt in her own cunt, his hips bucking steady, powerful thrusts that jostled her entire body and made her moan directly into Sakura's pussy.

She licked and sucked and lapped like a woman who'd been starving for this. Her tongue circled Sakura's clit — finding the hard little bud beneath its hood and flicking it, lashing it, pressing against it in firm, rapid strokes that made Sakura's thighs tremble on either side of her head. She thrust her tongue into Sakura's entrance, tasting the deeper sweetness inside, feeling the walls clench around her tongue. She wrote the entire alphabet against Sakura's clit with her tongue-tip, and Sakura's screams rattled the windows.

Meanwhile, there was Naruto's cock — she was not passively, not just lying there taking it, but actively, aggressively, pushing her hips with the muscular control of a trained athlete, her toned thighs flexing as she thrust, thrust and thrust, each shove impaling her fully on his thick shaft, each tug pulling him almost free before gravity and need slammed her back in. The wet, rhythmic shlap-shlap-shlap of her ramming him mixed with the muffled slurping sounds of her mouth on Sakura's cunt in a symphony of depravity.

Sakura looked down — past her bouncing tits, past the flat plane of her stomach — and saw Tenten's face between her thighs, mouth working, tongue busy, cheeks glistening with Sakura's wetness. Beyond that, Tenten's toned body, writhing and thrusting on Naruto's cock. And beyond that — Naruto's face.

Their eyes met.

Blue met green across the landscape of Tenten's pleasured body, across the bobbing of Sakura's tits and the rocking of Tenten's hips and the wet, obscene sounds filling the room. And in that look — that single, held, unblinking look — was something that cut through the lust like a blade through silk.

"I love you," Naruto said.

Not shouted. Not panted. Spoken — clearly, simply, with the weight of absolute truth.

Sakura's green eyes glistened. Her lips trembled. Her hips kept moving against Tenten's mouth, her body still climbing toward its peak, but her heart — her heart was already there.

"I know," she whispered. And the smile that broke across her face was the most beautiful thing Naruto had ever seen. More beautiful than any jutsu, any relic, any booklet-enhanced reality. "I know you do."

She leaned forward — reaching past Tenten's working head, her heavy tits swinging — and Naruto reached over to meet her, and they kissed. Deep. Slow. Tender in a way that had nothing to do with the carnage happening between them and everything to do with two people who had found each other through a tangle of pranks and pendants and dildo-related body transformations and somehow, improbably, impossibly, arrived at something real.

The orgasm built in both of them simultaneously — a shared wave, a synchronized rising, their bodies communicating through the medium of the girl between them. Tenten felt it — felt Sakura's thighs lock around her head, felt Naruto's cock swell inside her, felt the rhythm change from steady to urgent to desperate — and she doubled her efforts, tongue lashing Sakura's clit, hips slamming into Naruto's shaft, giving everything she had to push them both over the edge.

They came together.

Sakura broke the kiss with a ragged gasp, her back arching, her massive tits thrusting skyward, and she came — a gushing, flooding, pouring release directly onto Tenten's face and into her open, eager mouth. Hot, clear fluid splashed across Tenten's cheeks, her chin, her tongue, streaming down the sides of her neck and pooling in the hollow of her throat. Sakura's pussy clenched in rhythmic pulses against Tenten's lips, each contraction squirting another jet of sweetness that Tenten swallowed greedily, moaning, drinking, her eyes rolling back at the taste.

At the same instant, Naruto's hips bucked and he came — erupting deep inside Tenten's cunt with the force of a dam breaking, thick, heavy ropes of cum flooding her channel so fast and so abundantly that it gushed out around his shaft within seconds, foaming white around the seal of his cock in her pussy, running in hot rivers down his balls and onto the sheets. Tenten felt the heat — the incredible, filling, bloating heat of being pumped full of cum — and she came too, her own orgasm triggered by the dual sensation of Sakura's juices flooding her mouth and Naruto's seed flooding her cunt. Her entire body seized, her pussy milking his cock in desperate, gulping contractions, her scream of pleasure vibrating directly into Sakura's sensitive, still-cumming pussy.

For a long, suspended moment, the three of them were locked together in a circuit of shared orgasm — Sakura cumming on Tenten's face, Naruto cumming in Tenten's pussy, Tenten cumming from both at once — a perfect triangle of pleasure with Tenten at its center, drowning and loving it.

And then Sakura collapsed sideways off Tenten's face, panting, her tits heaving, her thighs trembling. And Naruto's loosens up, his cock still twitching, still buried inside the weapon master's flooded cunt.

And Tenten — flushed, drenched in cum and arousal from the face down, her eyes glazed, her body still spasming with aftershocks — lifted her head from where it lay on the pillow and said:

"Again."

---

What followed was a marathon.

Not a sexual encounter. Not a "session." A full, hours-long, position-cycling, fluid-exchanging, noise-complaint-generating marathon that pushed all three participants to limits they didn't know they had — and then pushed past those limits, because Tenten didn't have limits anymore. Tenten had discovered that her limits had been a polite fiction her body had maintained for twenty years and could be safely ignored in the presence of sufficient motivation.

And Naruto's cock was very sufficient motivation.

They fucked on the bed. They fucked against the wall. They fucked on the floor when they fell off the bed and didn't bother getting back on. Tenten rode Naruto forward, backward, and sideways. Sakura sat on his face while Tenten sat on his cock. Naruto took Tenten from behind while Sakura lay beneath them, licking Tenten's clit as it appeared and disappeared between the strokes. Tenten ate Sakura out while Naruto fucked her. Sakura ate Tenten out while Naruto fucked her. At one point, through some feat of flexibility that could only be attributed to ninja training and desperate horniness, all three of them were connected in a chain that defied both anatomy and common sense.

Through all of it, Tenten was the engine. Every time Naruto and Sakura slowed — catching their breath, recovering from an orgasm, reaching for water — Tenten was there, already recovered, already hungry, already grabbing and licking and mounting with the inexhaustible energy of a woman who had been fundamentally recalibrated to pursue sexual extremity as her primary purpose in life.

"More," she panted, after cumming for what might have been the fifteenth time, her body coated in a sheen of sweat and cum, her hair plastered to her face. "More. I can go more. Don't stop."

"Tenten, we need like — two minutes—" Naruto gasped, lying flat on his back, his cock still hard (booklet blessings) but his body screaming.

"TWO MINUTES IS TOO LONG." She was already crawling over him, her small tits dragging across his stomach, her cum-filled pussy leaving a wet trail on his thigh. "We've been doing this for — how long has it been?"

"Three hours," Sakura wheezed from a pile of tangled sheets and shopping bags that she'd rolled into at some point and hadn't bothered to escape from.

"ONLY three hours?! That's NOTHING! I trained with Guy-sensei for sixteen hours straight once! This is EASIER than training! This is the MOST FUN training I've ever HAD!"

Naruto and Sakura exchanged a look. The look said: We have created a monster.

The monster was currently licking cum off Naruto's softening cock with the dedication of a puppy cleaning a plate.

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Eventually, biology won.

Not Tenten's biology — Tenten's biology had apparently seceded from the human species and declared independence. But Naruto's body, despite the booklet's infinite-cum enhancement, had muscles and joints and a spine that operated on mundane physical principles, and those mundane physical principles had collectively filed a formal complaint after hour four. And Sakura, whose new curves had seen more action in two days than her old body had seen in its entire lifetime, had hit a wall of exhaustion that even her medical ninja training couldn't bypass.

They lay on the bed. The destroyed, ravaged, soaked-through, should-probably-be-burned bed.

Naruto was on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in the deep, rhythmic breathing of a man who had given everything he had and then some more. His body was slick with sweat, his hair plastered flat, every muscle in his torso sore and twitching.

Sakura was on her side, curled against his left, her magnificent D-cups pressed against his ribcage, her leg draped over his thigh, her face nuzzled into his shoulder. Her pink hair was a catastrophe, the ribbon from the fair somehow still tangled in there, defying all odds and gravity. Her eyes were closed, a small, satisfied, utterly spent smile on her lips.

And between them, lying on her stomach with her legs kicked up behind her, was Tenten.

Still awake. Still alert. Still — impossibly, terrifyingly, admirably — not tired.

Her chin rested on her folded arms on Naruto's stomach. Her body was wrecked from a physical standpoint — covered in sweat, her hair a wild tangle, her pussy still leaking a slow river of Naruto's cum onto the already-ruined sheets, her thighs trembling with micro-aftershocks. But her brown eyes were bright. Clear. Happy. The eyes of a woman who had just had the time of her life and was already mentally scheduling the next session.

Her right hand was loosely wrapped around Naruto's cock. Not stroking, not working — just... holding. The shaft was soft, resting against his thigh — deflated, spent, taking a well-deserved break from four hours of continuous service. It was still impressive even at rest — thick and heavy in her grip, warm, the veins less prominent but still visible. She held it gently, her thumb tracing idle patterns along the shaft, feeling it twitch occasionally, studying it with the quiet fascination of a craftsman examining a master-made weapon.

"This," she murmured, giving it a gentle, affectionate squeeze, "is the greatest thing I've ever had inside me. And I've had a lot of things inside me. This is number one. Undisputed champion."

"Please stop talking to my dick," Naruto groaned from beneath his arm.

"I'm not talking to it. I'm talking about it. There's a difference." She gave it another squeeze, felt it pulse weakly in response. "Do you think it could go again if I—"

"NO," Naruto and Sakura said in unison.

Tenten pouted. But she didn't release the cock.

Her left hand, meanwhile, had migrated sideways and found Sakura's right breast — the heavy, warm, D-cup mound resting against Naruto's side. Tenten cupped it from below, feeling the weight fill her palm, the soft flesh warm against her fingers, Sakura's nipple a relaxed, tender nub against her thumb. She held the breast with the same idle, possessive gentleness with which she held the cock — one hand on each, balanced, connected to both of them.

"You two are incredible," Tenten said quietly. The manic energy had dimmed — not gone, never gone, but tempered by the warm, post-sex softness that settled over even the most insatiable pervert eventually. "Like, actually incredible. Not just the sex — though the sex was unreal — but... being here. With you. Both of you. It feels right."

Sakura opened one eye. Looked down at Tenten — at her sweaty, satisfied face, her hand on Sakura's breast, her other hand on Naruto's cock, her naked body splayed between them like she'd found the exact spot in the universe where she belonged and was never leaving.

"You know what's insane?" Sakura murmured. "I thought it would at least be a little weird. But it was just fun. Almost..." She searched for the word. "Natural. "

"That's because it IS natural," Tenten said, gently kneading the breast. "We're ninja. We work in teams. Everything is better as a team. Including sex."

"You're going to make every conversation about sex from now on, aren't you?"

"I am going to make every conversation about sex, about ninja weapons, or about Hinata's Gentle Fist technique and its applications for orgasm manipulation. Those are my three topics now. I have chosen."

Naruto lifted his arm from his eyes and looked down at the brunette nestled between him and Sakura, one hand on his dick, one hand on his girlfriend's tit, radiating contentment like a space heater. "You really wore us out, you know that? Both of us. I didn't think that was possible."

"I didn't think a lot of things were possible before yesterday," Tenten said. "And then Hinata showed me a hundred orgasms, and you showed me the greatest cock in the world, and Sakura showed me some of the best tits in our age group. My whole worldview has been restructured, and I am LOVING the new architecture."

She gave one final, affectionate squeeze to both the cock and the breast — like a goodnight hug to her two new favorite things — and rested her cheek against Naruto's stomach, eyes closing at last.

"We're doing this again tomorrow, right?" she mumbled.

No answer. Naruto and Sakura were already asleep, breathing in unison, tangled together with Tenten sandwiched warmly between them.

Tenten smiled, eyes closed, holding on to both.

"Tomorrow," she whispered to herself. "Definitely tomorrow."

The afternoon light faded to amber, then to gold, then to the soft grey of evening, and the three of them slept — exhausted (two of them), satisfied (all three), and thoroughly, permanently, wonderfully changed.