More than Enough

It’s depraved, there on her knees with two mature cocks in front of her, tasting them, licking them alternately, bracing on her dear daddy and Shikaku’s solid thighs to not fall.  

Chōza feels embarrassed a few meters away, still regretting every second of this twisted sharing time of theirs, sometimes so afraid of looking at the sinful acts unfolding inside of inns or hidden places so far away from their village. However, he remains there, hard as a rock under his shinobi attire, going along with whatever his best friends have been engaging with themselves for he couldn’t remember how long.

It’s also a precious sight, and the youthful giggles and moans and depraved smirks of someone like Ino are beautiful.

Except for the mesh armor on her legs, Ino has been stripped of her uniform before falling to her knees, big hands touching her beautifully crafted body, molesting her sweet ass and large breasts, mouths kissing the pale skin when the pieces of clothes were untied. She’s loved like that, and under their gazes, Ino knows how to take them, how to pull the foreskin gently to reveal the engorged glans, a hand starting jerking Shikaku’s as her pink tongue and pretty lips suction on daddy’s tip. Her blue eyes roll back as the two men take sharp breaths and silently agree that this time they won’t push their hips or grip roughly the kunoichi’s hair. They’ll let her take her time, work on them as she wants.

Ino uses her mouth and hands alternately, drooling over their cocks as she takes turns, moaning around them with sweet moans until small gags are heard when Shikaku’s cockhead reaches the back of her throat. But she’s not sloppy for them, and the familiarity of the act should be something to be concern about, a new reality that should be chastised by someone who put them in place—make them realize their greed.

Minutes later, when Ino’s warmth envelopes and sucks on her daddy’s cock and one of her hands is busy with the other shinobi’s hard length, the fingers of her other gently taking care of Shikaku’s heavy balls, then Inoichi’s semen is shoot down her throat as Shikaku’s paints her delicate face.

She is a dream, wet and messy only for them.

“Isn’t she the most perfect girl?” After a growl, Inoichi’s words are addressed to his best friends, although no one answers—Shikaku already hoisting her in his arms, one swift movement to place her on the bed; Chōza too a coward to even utter something under his hard breath.

Even so, in front of the big man’s eyes, Ino continues being loved like this, the men’s eyes unable to stop giving her all the attention she wants, Inoichi and Shikaku’s hands on her once more, being possessive over her as such important Konoha men murmur how beautiful she looks.

Placing his hands on her waist, Shikaku leads her as Inoichi, after he kissed her eagerly, instructs their next position, and so, at the end of the immense bed, she’s eating again the hard length of her own father as she lets Shikaku use her wet cunt, the girl on her knees and ass up for the Nara’s clan leader thrusts in slow and deliberate movements while her daddy is in front of her, giving her the taste of his glans and veins. It could make them lose everything, but it’s not the first time they allow this heavy desire to consume them. She already knows how it feels to have two mature cocks inside her pussy, to have two strong men fucking into her sweet spots at the same time. She has cried the most when one of them licks her aroused folds and abuses her clit, and she has begged for them to bite her nipples hard or to suck on them as if those pink nubs have milk.

She hardly will ever commit to just one man. They have left her so ruined for that.

Who’s the initial culprit of it? Whose mind crossed first the idea for the teammates of Ino’s father to cage her and join their bodies while she behaves like a whore? Female fluids and saliva and sweat dripping so alluringly the perfect curves of her body. 

“So beautiful, my princess,” Inoichi starts, hips never stopping fucking her daughter’s mouth, telling her another of his usual praises despite the problematic needs into which their love has fallen. “You’re the most pretty creature on earth, my love.”

She moans around the hard cock, her insides getting more slick as Shikaku pushes harder, pumping his cock into her wet pussy like a man dying of thirst.

To her nostrils the slightest smell of sweet sake reaches there, the clear evidence of the happy intoxication in the blood of the three of them—in Chōza’s blood as well, or the man wouldn’t be there. In fact, these acts mostly happen with their minds more relaxed and morals bent as the taste of said liquor joined their laughs and then rushes their veins softly; other days, though, it’s because months have passed and so they look desperately for a moment, sometimes with no worry about the place—however never at home. Too risky, Ino’s mother or the other’s wives probably would faint as soon as they would hear the young kunoichi’s moans, the infidelity so abhorrent and superior to any other affair.

It’s when Shikaku starts to shove his cock in an increasing and more harshly rhythm that Chōza finally can’t stop but pulls his pants down and starts to stroke his hard length with one hand, biting his lips to not draw attention to him, and yet Inoichi’s smirk is mocking at him the next second, knowing how the generous breasts of her only daughter and the curves of her body between them are such a lewd and alluring image. She owns them. She knows how much they love her perfect cunt, even if Chōza hasn’t fucked her yet.

He will feel huge inside her when that day finally comes, the first step before she sits on Chōza’s cock, lean arms around the big man’s neck—the difference between their bodies such a discrepancy—as the fat cock fills her cunt lips, kiss her cervix while daddy fucks her ass, mouth busy with Shikaku’s cock.

Now, as Ino’s moans around her father’s cock become more difficult as Shikaku is battering her cervix as an animal, hammering his cock mercilessly while his pelvis hits her rounded buttocks, they clearly feel the moment when Ino’s vision goes white as she comes, the young cunt convulsing in her climax while her throat suffers under daddy’s treatment.

It’s not too long for Inoichi and Shikaku’s loads to mark her body again, thick semen too deep inside her, and it’s for everyone's benefit that she never forgets her birth control.

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“S-so sorry, Ino-chan. I’m—”

“Chōza, really, drop it.” Inoichi’s frown goes deeper, his words serving as a warning. He knows her pretty princess can handle anything they throw at her, but unfocused Chōza could turn into an issue, hurting Ino if the man continues whining about his situation.

Inoichi’s wife is on a trip for many days, and so this house is a perfect haven for them to try what was always inevitable. Probably the notion of a place that they could secure is what encouraged the bigger man a few minutes ago to approach them while Ino's mouth was being used by Shikaku.

Now, Chōza’s big cock has finally allowed Ino to jerk him.

What a milestone.

After that, when Ino took him into her mouth and Chōza came so prematurely as if he were a teenager all over again, they all knew that he couldn’t stop himself from feeling her wet cunt, to shoot his seed inside the girl he had known all her life only for her to suck his cock with her pretty pussy. 

His erection is so virile, veins so blue and hard, and Ino has him whole inside her, fucking herself on his Chōza’s cock as the bed dips from Inoichi’s weight, his fingers leaving the tight stretch of her asshole only to be replaced by the blond’s glans, her occupied entrance fluttering around Chōza as she’s filled in both holes.

She whines deep in her throat, embracing herself against the wide chest of the Akimichi, her daddy carving his way into her, making her feel so stretched out.

“Oh, d-daddies… I love it!”

It’s so overwhelming and Chōza wants to cry. It’s the most incredible feeling ever. It’s what he always wanted though he never knew he needed it, and while his mind is filled with self-promises of pounding Ino’s pussy as hard as he could after this, Inoichi is careful, pressing and pressing slowly as he gives her princess a chaste kiss on her blonde head, murmuring more praises. Once he’s all the way in and after he visually confirms that Chōza has stopped being a whiny boy, Inoichi starts thrusting.

The growls that leave him are primal. He can’t believe his luck and what a perfect daughter he has as his cock drags in and out. He feels his friend’s length along his, separated by Ino’s warm wall, the sensation slightly different from when is Shikaku the other man fucking Ino at the same time. 

She’s clinging onto Chōza now, her rounded bare breasts and pink nipples brushing against the rough material of his clothes, moaning so beautifully. 

When Inoichi has reached a nice pace and Chōza slightly buck his hips up enjoying the hot contact, Ino pulls back from Chōza just an inch away, aware that another hard cock is waiting for her. She blinks, her blurred vision not an impediment for her hand to wrap around the unoccupied length, Shikaku’s texture and weight so familiar now. The Nara leader shifts closer, helping her to turn her head towards him, aligning the plump lips of someone that had called him Uncle for so long until his cockhead presses into that sinful cavern.

Chōza digs his fingers into the porcelain skin when the kunoichi’s cunt sucks him, squeezing him so hard and leaving him dizzy with pure pleasure. No woman before had ever clenched around him like this.

“Sorry—” Chōza says once more but regret is not evident in his word. He cannot refuse his own shame but Ino feels so perfect around him that all his mind can think about is to impregnate her, to fill her with his thick cum until the fertile substance drips down her thighs. It’s, of course, something that would never happen, but his future will become one where he only goes on missions knowing that the daughter of Inoichi is a sinful fruit waiting for him to be back.

Chōza knows that this will be repeated, there is no way he wouldn’t fuck her again. He cannot deprive himself of this sinful warmth.

Shikaku curses and Inoichi’s thrusts stutter as his motions are pushing him near the end.

Ino comes like that, all her holes occupied with cock, so ruined under their hands. 

“That’s it. So fucking good,” Shikaku says, throwing his head back, letting her choke on his cock. 

“Ino, princess!” Inoichi says, her name leaving his mouth over and over, his whole self in love with her.

Chōza groans, heaven opening its gates for him as her slick drips on his cock and balls, so much ecstasy that he now believes he should have joined them sooner. He understands the addiction because it’s impossible that his friends have felt such pleasure before. 

They fill her up with their mature cums, burying the virile cocks to the deepest parts of Ino.

They have more days and permissions to be here and enjoy her, the physical conditioning and stamina of their elite status are perfect for ruining her as much as they allow themselves, using the body of such a beautiful young woman.

She owns them because it’s like she’s made for them.