Well yes it is!

"Pants off," Sakura hooked her finger in Kyle's collar, pulled him up from the couch, and swapped places with him. Hinata had already scrambled back to give them room, sitting on the floor with her knees tucked under her.

Kyle finally lost his sweatpants, almost tripping in the process, cock still wet from Hinata's mouth, hard and eager for action. Sakura turned her back to him, reached behind her, and pulled the zipper of her qipao down with one slow, deliberate motion. The dress split open down the back, and she stepped out of it like she was stepping out of a bath.

She was not wearing anything underneath.

Her back was a long pale curve, lean with muscle, and her ass—round, firm, the kind of ass that had been built by decades of squats and chakra-enhanced taijutsu—was right there. Sakura hugged herself from behind, running her hands down her own sides, and let out a slow, satisfied sigh. For a moment Kyle thought she was self-conscious about her body, but that was impossible—he thought. Sakura Haruno-Uchiha, self-conscious? The woman who had punched a goddess in the face?

Sakura followed his eyes and smiled, seeing how much he was captured by her lean shape and nice yet average-sized breasts. She turned her head, catching his gaze. "Do you like it?" she asked.

Kyle smiled and nodded again, his hand extending beyond his will, and he grabbed Sakura's tit, making her gasp and moan after he adjusted his touch, thumb rolling over her nipple.

"Well, that's good then," Sakura said, her voice dropping into something low and filthy. "Are you ready to give my virgin ass a taste of your cock?" She generously rubbed his hardness with her hands, and not waiting for Kyle to respond, turned her back.

"Well?" Sakura slapped her ass, the crack echoing through the room, encouraging Kyle to get to his new work-station.

Kyle got behind her, hands on her hips, getting the feel of the toughest ass in Konoha. "Mrs. Uchiha, I have dreamt of a moment like this," he said, getting as much as he could of her ass-flesh in his hand before giving her a good squeeze.

"Your dreams come true," Sakura reached back and grabbed his cock, guided him between her cheeks, and pressed the head against her asshole.

"Although... please don't rush," she said with a sudden hesitancy, after another look at his rock-hard cock.

Kyle nodded, and no longer able to sustain himself, pushed between her asscheeks right into her puckered hole.

The head went in, and Sakura's whole body went rigid, and she gasped. Her hands moved to the couch cushion, her fingers digging into the fabric.

"Holy shit," she breathed. "That's—okay. Okay. Keep going."

Her gasped voice and absolutely lewd expression with a half-turn made Kyle rabid. He pushed deeper. The tightness was unreal, a hot, gripping pressure that made his eyes roll back.

"OH FUCK," Sakura tried to hold her voice but failed, every thrust of Kyle's cock deeper in her back hole caused her to cry more, "FUCK-FUCK-FUCK."

Kyle paused for a second to get a better grip on her thighs, giving Sakura a second of respite. She immediately got angry. "Fuck you, Kyle, don't stop now! FUCK ME!"

Hinata blushed even more, while realising her hand was between her own legs, getting her closer to orgasm watching her best friend cheat on her husband—the best friend of Naruto—while begging a teen their kid's age to fuck her asshole more.

"Oh yeah, you like my cock?" Kyle got cocky and slapped Sakura's ass, leaving a red mark.

Sakura did not respond, clenching her teeth, but the second slap made her gasp. "Well, Sakura, do you like the cock of your daughter's classmate?"

Finally Sakura answered, "Yes, I like it, please stop talking and make me cum!"

Kyle drove into her with renewed force, and the world narrowed to the obscene slap of skin against skin, the wet, greedy sound of his cock plunging into her ass. He could feel everything—the initial resistance of her sphincter giving way to a slick, scorching grip that milked him with every inch. Her inner walls clutched at him like a fist, impossibly tight, and every time he pulled back, her body dragged at him, reluctant to let go. The heat was immense, a furnace that radiated through his entire length. He watched his cock disappear between the pale curves of her ass, watched the way her cheeks bounced against his hips, watched the red handprints bloom on her skin. Her back arched, muscles rippling under that smooth, pale skin, and she pushed back to meet each thrust, her ass swallowing him to the hilt. He grabbed a fistful of her pink hair, pulled her head back, and listened to her moans.

Hinata, realising she was about to cum, bit her lip in defiance and instead decided to get a bit of payback on her more unhinged friend. She got behind Kyle—hugging him, kissing his shoulder, her bare chest pressed against his back, her hands sliding around his waist to slow his thrusts, making Sakura wail for more.

Kyle tried to speed up his thrusts, but Hinata whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin, "Make the pink-haired slut beg. Like the dirty cheating whore she is."

Sakura's head whipped around, eyes blazing. "You revengeful whore! You just want his cock for yourself, you—ahh!" Her words dissolved into a frustrated scream as she tried to move herself, to impale herself faster on Kyle's cock, but Hinata's hands on his hips held him back, controlling the pace, denying her the friction she craved.

Kyle kissed Hinata back over his shoulder, then reached around and slapped Sakura's ass again, harder this time, making her stop her own movement. "Beg," he ordered. "Properly. Like a good anal slut."

Sakura opened her mouth, ready to snap something defiant, but then she realised—Hinata was kissing Kyle, her bare chest pressed against his back, her hands controlling his rhythm. She wasn't going to get anything by fighting. Her expression shifted, the fight draining out of her, replaced by something raw and desperate. "Please," she said, her voice small, broken. "Please, Kyle. I'm sorry. I thought—I thought I could demand it, like with my husband, but I see now. I see. Please fuck my ass. Please let me cum. I'll be good. I'll be a good anal slut, I promise. Please."

Kyle liked that. He liked it a lot. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her again, hard and fast, and Sakura's begging dissolved into incoherent moans. He felt the pressure building, a white-hot coil in his gut, and then he was coming, pumping into her ass, feeling her clamp down around him as she shook through her own orgasm, her body trembling, Kyle's cum pushing out of her ass and dripping down her thigh.

The whole experience made Kyle feel a bit invincible. He grabbed Hinata by the back of her head, kissed her hard, and then pulled back, grinning. "Get next to your pink-haired slut of a friend," he said. "And get ready to get your pussy pounded like never before."