Make Me Forget

“Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!” shouted Naruto standing up, and four more clones appeared in the kitchen. The five Naruto’s looked exactly alike to Sakura, but she could tell which ones were the four clones since none of them were wearing towels. If the effect of five naked Naruto’s had been intense in the bedroom when she was lying next to one and a good five or six feet from the other four, the effect of being within four feet of all five and having one but inches away was overwhelming. Sakura gasped, jumped back a bit, blushing and swaying on her feet.

She was immediately surrounded by Naruto—literally. It just all seemed to happen so fast. She was kissing Naruto, tasting that wickedly playful tongue, rubbing her breasts and lower body against his naked form, but she could feel Naruto behind her, his erection poking into her back. Then she felt two hands on her breasts, tugging at her nipples, which was frightening since the Naruto she was kissing had his hands on either side of her head, pulling her mouth in close. She struggled to pull back her mouth to try to protest, but those hands held her in an iron grip, and that incredible tongue with its sucking, flicking, and twitching distracted her. The feeling of her nipples and breasts being played with was wildly exciting, and Sakura knew her excitement had to be clear from the swollen erectness of each pink nipple. In her embarrassment, she tried to push away the hands with her own, but her hands were caught and her wrists held out from her body.

The thrill of not being able to pull away from the kiss or being able to stop the hands at her breasts made Sakura start to shake and twitch. As her pussy contracted, she felt more of Naruto’s cum spill into her little thong, wet and sticky. Sakura had never felt so terribly, terribly bad before, and she squeezed her legs together and tried to move her lower body back from Naruto. But then shockingly, painfully she felt two bites on her ass, one on each cheek. She thrashed wildly about, pulling, kicking, moaning, and straining helplessly as there was no release from any of her lovers.

Her mouth and throat were being savagely face fucked by a tongue that wouldn’t stop. Her nipples were on fire, bursts of pleasure and pain from the fingers tightening and stretching. Her wrist and ankles were held fast and two mouths were sucking and biting on each ass cheek, marking her, branding her. Her twisting and squirming body was driving the red thong deep into that crevice between each asscheek and between the damp folds of her vagina. The now wet, cum-stained, red silk pressed against her clit each time she clenched her buttocks, straining to pull away from the painful, shameful sucking that was marking her. With each contraction of her pussy, she felt her sex rubbing into that wet, dirty silk which seem like a chain or leash pressing tightly into her. She felt one of the Naruto’s at her back grab the top of her thong, the whale tail part, and tug upwards hard. The red silk pinched against her clit and became a line of raw sensation as it tightened against her quivering opening. Sakura screamed into Naruto’s mouth, but he only swallowed that scream and pulled at her tongue, sucking on it, stretching it.

Sakura was shaking so much, and she felt that half-numb tingling “pins and needles” feeling take over on her hands, feet, and nose. She started to cry and felt the tears flowing out of her eyes. She could do nothing but feel. Her throat was passive, panting, fighting for air as that tongue probed and thrust. Her nipples would likely stay hard for hours, two stars of pain, two throbbing centers of sensation. Her legs were being spread apart against her will, tongues licking at her thighs, her ass, and fingers, and what must be cocks were brushing against her, pushing at her, sliding across her skin.

Then at last her mouth and breasts were free, but she was being lifted up, held parallel to the ground, then set down on the kitchen table. Her sore asscheeks felt the cold wood of the table beneath them. Sakura opened up her big green eyes and through her tears saw two erect cocks brushing against her face, shockingly wide and swollen. She had never looked at an aroused penis this closely before, and between panting and twitching at what was happening to everything below her neck, she was amazed to see how she could see Naruto’s veins, the blood pulsing through them, making curving, raised lines on each wide shaft. The skin around the tip of his penis was so dark, so flooded with blood, it was a red-purple. The sight of a little fluid sliding out of that hole, that little black eye in that swollen head of red flesh made Sakura quiver more. Oh, she wanted to touch that with her tongue, to feel that little place with the tip of her tongue, to taste that fluid, to suck that head into her mouth and pull that cock into her wet willing mouth. She reached out with her tongue and licked, straining to catch the head of each penis as it teased her, moving in and out of her reach. Then at last she caught one and sucked hard. The sound of Naruto crying out her name in pleasure only made her strain to pull in more of that penis, to take more into her.

But it was hard to focus on just that amazing evidence of Naruto’s desire and stamina. Her breasts and nipples, sore from the pinching and tugging, were now being gently sucked on, licked, kissed. And fingers had ripped the wet bits of red silk away to expose her pink curls and all her secret folds and holes. Her wrists and ankles were held out, prevent any of her instinctive movements to cover and hide herself. The feeling of being held only made Sakura feel more naughty, more aroused, more helpless. She had fantasized about being held as a sex slave by a hostile team of ninjas, helpless to prevent herself from being sexually used again and again, and now she was living out that fantasy with the man she loved. She kept her eyes closed as she sucked hard on the cock in her mouth, arching her back to push her nipples up to the greedy tongues suckling at her breasts.

Then she felt Naruto’s mouth on her center, her vagina, licking, rising, moving closer and then touching her clit, making her fly apart. She couldn’t suck or lick anymore as her orgasm took her, she only tried to suck in air around the huge cock in her mouth. The two mouths at her breast seemed to sense her orgasm and bit down, nipping, then sucking on her throbbing tits. Sakura’s chest felt like she was having a heart attack as Naruto’s tongue sucked and twitched on that magic spot between her legs. She lost feeling again in her hands, her feet, her face, as if her nerves could only handle so much sensation, so much pleasure. Her muscles couldn’t take more; she was going to die. Thankfully the tongue pulled back, but then she felt Naruto slam himself into her wetness, and the orgasm took her to where there was no thinking, just being, pulsing, alive, exploding. It was as if her body was breaking down into each atom; she was splintering apart and lost. There was wetness on her, everywhere, inside, outside, and screams and sounds, and then nothing as Sakura passed out, unable to stay conscious, to ride the sensations, to feel, to exist in this throbbing, pulsing place any more.