Slipper Orchid

AN: InoSakuNaru. Oh yes, my crack is good and pure. This is unrepentently PWP, so you know what you're getting into here.

Slipper Orchid

So Naruto had thought about it, yeah, but he hadn’t thought about it. Not like a serious thing, like something that would actually happen. Ino and Sakura? That was hot. That was hot in a two girls together kind of hot, and it was hot because they were both ninjas kind of hot, and it was hot in a rivals sometimes and they might fight over him kind of hot. In short, it was hot in the way that make perfect stroke material, and any self-respecting guy who ever even once thought about a girl would think of it.

But that’s not the same as thinking it could happen. Sakura was mostly devoted to the idea of Sasuke--Naruto couldn’t blame her for that--and the tiny bit that wasn’t, the opening that made her attainable, didn’t really stretch much further than maybe getting an in with her. There was no room for suggesting things like threesomes with her friend.

And Ino... Well, Ino was Ino. Sometimes, she made a lot of sense to Naruto. When she’d tease Sakura until she was red in the face, then turn around and in the same breath unleash some fiery inner bitch fury on anyone else who even dared insult her, that made sense to Naruto. When she visited Chouji in the hospital and fussed and yelled at the nurses even though she normally didn’t seem to have much attachment to him, that made sense to Naruto. The way she only seemed to care about Sasuke these days was when it was a point of rivalry between her and Sakura, that made sense to Naruto too. She could be loud, and playful, and sweet, and maybe once in awhile Naruto could stop and think, Hey, she could be hot to date. Too bad she’s crazy. Because then, sometimes, she could whirl off into a place so girly, and full of female maneuvering and questions so loaded and subtle that she might as well be speaking another language. Times like that, he wasn’t sure even Sakura always knew what she was saying.

He’d have had to be crazy not to think of it, but he’d be crazier if he ever thought it would happen.

Then Ino turned to him during a night out and asked one of those questions while she toyed with the red plastic sword through the candy-cherry in her drink. “Naruto,” she said, looking across Sakura’s shoulder at him. Her eyebrow cocked at a familiar, taunting angle, but her voice thick in Ino-speak. “You still want Sakura, don’t you?”

Naruto sputtered, taken off guard. “I--pff--what?”

Sakura, sitting between them at the bar, looked at Ino, then at Naruto, and shook her head slightly. “You don’t have to answer that. She’s just being a brat.”

“I am not,” Ino protested. She almost sounded like she might be offended, in there somewhere with Naruto had absolutely no idea what kind of other strange shit. “It was an honest question. You want her, right Naruto?”

“Uh, well,” Naruto said hesitantly. Just then seemed like a good time to finish off his drink. “Yeah, I guess. It’d be nice if she said yes when I asked her out at least once, you know.”

Ino smiled. “But do you want her?”

“Ino, in public,” Sakura hissed and kicked the other woman’s ankle.

Ino rolled her eyes unrepentantly, leaning on the bar and throwing one arm around Sakura’s shoulder. Her smile showed off teeth and narrowed her blue eyes. “He hasn’t answered the question yet.”

“Ino,” Sakura whined, glancing at Naruto. “Don’t listen to her.” She probably had a better grasp of what was going on than Naruto did, which might have had something to do with not being distracted by watching the way Sakura’s arm ended up nestled between Ino’s breasts.

“I answered,” Naruto said, dragging his eyes up before he could get in trouble. “I still want to go out with her.”

“Yeah, but I knew that. What I want to know is if you want her bent over the kitchen table after lunch.”

Sakura yelped and struggled to get Ino’s arm off her. She swatted at Ino’s shoulder, but there was none of her real strength in it.

Ino laughed, tightened her hold, and offered Naruto a wicked grin. “How about with her legs around your waist and her hands in your hair, all lazy on some warm morning?”

“Ino, I don’t think...” Naruto tripped over the words as he tried to say them.

Moving like a kunoichi--all slow, and deliberate, and graceful, and perfectly aware of the effect she had on her audience--Ino took the miniature plastic sword between her fingers and brought the cherry to her lips. “How ‘bout with me?”

Suddenly there was no blood in Naruto’s brain. It was all in his cheeks, and hammering through his chest, and trying to squeeze into his groin, because shit, there was no way it was missing out on something like this. Screw the brain, what were the chances of something like that ever coming out of a girl’s mouth again around him?

“Well?” Ino asked lightly when he failed to provide an intelligent answer. The cherry disappeared into her mouth. The sword came out clean, leaving a satisfied smile behind.

“You are such a tease,” Sakura muttered.

“Who’s teasing?”

Naruto swallowed hard, then opened his mouth to say something. Anything. Yes, no, make a joke--whatever, just respond so he didn’t sound like a floored kid. That wasn’t easy to do with every fantasy he’d ever imagined of two girls at once coalescing right in front of him. With more squirming and kicking from Sakura, and more laughing from Ino, true, but somehow that didn’t seem to hurt any.

“You’re going to catch flies,” Ino said before Naruto managed to work out an answer.

“Ino!” Sakura snapped, giving Naruto an apologetic look. Naruto didn’t see what she did, but Ino squeaked and finally let go of her, and she straightened herself out on her bar stool. “Don’t answer, Naruto. It only encourages her.”

“No fun,” Ino muttered, rubbing her ribs. “C’mon, Naruto, it can’t be that hard of a question.”

“I think I need to use the restroom,” Naruto said. Sakura’s attitude clearing his head a little. Ino playing games didn’t mean Sakura was fine with it, and she was the one Naruto had to be able to work with tomorrow.

“Aw,” Ino pouted theatrically. “How hard is it to say ’yes’ hm?”

“You’ve had your fun, Ino,” Sakura said, giving her friend a glare. She was blushing more than Naruto had seen in years. “Drop it.”

“No,” Ino said, and leaned closer to Sakura, whispering in her ear. Naruto could barely hear it. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought of it,” she husked. Then a loud spat of conversation across the bar covered the rest of what she said, but Sakura sat up straighter, blushed darker, and took a deep breath. Ino smirked and put her hand on Sakura’s shoulder, caught Naruto’s eyes.

Naruto stared as Ino leaned into Sakura, closing the distance between their faces, and brushed her lips against the corner of Sakura’s mouth. Sakura didn’t protest. She didn’t really kiss back, either, turning her head slightly away from Ino, toward Naruto. She looked nervous. Maybe afraid he’d agree, or think she played the same kind of games Ino did. But she kind of, almost, maybe just in Naruto’s imagination, looked hopeful too.

Licking his lips, Naruto looked from Ino to Sakura, but he couldn’t really focus on one without seeing the other as well.

Ino’s arm slipped down, and she insinuated it around Sakura, pulling the other woman back against her, nearly possessively. “So?” she asked, “do you want her? Both of us?”

“I think,” he said at last, “that I’d pretty much have to give up on having balls if I said no to that.”

Sakura squirmed a little, pink from her hairline, clear down to her collar. Ino laughed again, sitting back, and waved to the bartender. “Check? My treat.”

They left the bar, Naruto still struggling to figure out how he seemed to have fallen into this.

Then Ino snaked her arm around Naruto’s neck, pulled Sakura to her other side, and led them both, and Naruto stopped worrying about it in favor of the strong arm, the soft body, and what he could only think of as girl-smell wrapping around him like a tangible thing.

Ino was like a force of nature. In the sense that she was happening to him, she was doing what she did, and she’d get what she wanted. Maybe she wasn’t as strong or direct as some people, but she was just as overwhelming. She brought the pair of them back to her apartment, strutting all the while. Look at my prize, her body language seemed to say. She didn’t seem to care about the looks they got. Naruto felt them, and knew he was going to hear about this later. Shit, he was going to have a hard time not bragging about this.

Ino and Sakura. Think about it.

“Ino, don’t you think we should maybe try to attract less attention,” Sakura protested softly at one point.

Ino kissed her neck.

Sakura squeaked.

Naruto tried not to snicker.

And some guy on the other side of the street nearly walked into a power pole.

The walk was too long though. It gave Naruto time to think, which meant time to worry, and time to fantasize, and time to wonder what you really did with two girls at once. With Ino and Sakura at once. With Ino and Sakura together. And so maybe he wasn’t as sure as he could be what to do, but he knew what he had, and he was more than willing to try. Two girls. One guy. There had to be some demand for dick, right?

Damn, he’d get smacked if he said that aloud.

But it had to be true. Right?

The steps up to Ino’s apartment turned into an obstacle when they tried to take them on all tangled up and tipsy. Ino laughed even as she almost tripped, caught securely by Naruto’s arm around her waist, and Sakura pressed up hard against the guardrail. Then there was some twisting and some shuffling, and Ino straightened. She turned toward Naruto and mumbled a thanks before kissing him on the lips.

Naruto was too shocked to close his eyes, and he stared for a moment at Ino. Her eyes stayed half open, watching him as she worked her lips over his until he kissed her back. Then she gave him a nip and pulled herself upright, leaving Naruto’s mouth tingling with the taste of fruit and alcohol and saliva.

“Almost there,” she encouraged, and slipped out from between Naruto and Sakura. She made it up the rest of the steps without stumbling, digging her keys out as she walked. Naruto, behind her, got a good view of her legs as she climbed, and was still staring after her when Sakura brushed the back of her wrist shyly against his hand.

He flushed, glanced at her, met her eyes--and swallowed very hard. She was still red all over, and she looked nervous. Weird nervous. It was a little like first time nervous, but not first time nervous. First time doing this nervous. Yeah, that made sense.

He probably looked a little like that too. First time doing this nervous.

“Are you two coming?” Ino asked loudly, stomping her foot on the landing.

They both nearly jumped. Their eyes swiveled up, and their blushes darkened. Naruto caught Sakura’s hand and squeezed it, and she squeezed back. She was okay with it. Ino and Sakura and Naruto. Now who would have thought that?

Naruto started up the steps, Sakura still holding his hand as she followed. Her grip was reassuring as he faced down Ino’s sly smile.

“Isn’t that cute,” she sing-songed, shaking her bangs back out of her eyes. “You make a nice couple, in a way. Now, open!” On the last, she opened her front door with a decidedly grand gesture. “Take off your shoes.”

Sakura and Naruto did as they were told, letting go of each other’s hands finally. Ino and Naruto were quicker than Sakura getting their sandals off. Sakura had to sit down to get her boots off entirely, and when she stood up again, she was noticeably shorter than both the other two. That was kind of different, even years after Naruto had passed her in height. He got so used to her wearing heels that he never thought about how tall she’d be without them. Naruto was also so used to women wearing heels that he rarely realized that Ino didn’t. She was as tall as she looked.

And she was standing as close as she looked, her hands on her waist, her head tilted to an appraising angle. She took up most of the entryway. She probably could have been half her size and still seemed to take up every bit as much room. She locked her eyes on Naruto.

“So do you really have that much stamina?”

Sakura shifted while Naruto stared at Ino unsure what to say, as though she didn’t know which of them was going to protect her here, then squared her shoulders. “Tease,” she called Ino again.

“I already told you,” Ino said through a smirk. “I’m not teasing.”

Then the most amazing thing happened.

Ino reached out and grabbed Sakura’s arm, reeled her in, and kissed her square on the lips. It wasn’t gentle, and it wasn’t girly, and most importantly, it wasn’t fake. He’d seen girls kissing girls before thanks to the old pervert, but it was always staged to look good for the men watching it. This was real. Ino really kissed Sakura, and she wasn’t paying attention to Naruto while she did it, wasn’t using it to display the other woman’s body for him; she kissed, lips parting, eyes hooded, until Sakura clung to her and kissed back. Naruto watched anyway, aroused and uncomfortable, not sure how to jump in as they continued their slow exploration of each other’s mouths. He could see tongues flicking back and forth, focused on each other, without invitation for him. But so real. Ino was kissing Sakura, and they were both right in from of him. He could reach out and touch them so easily, if they gave him an opening.

His stomach tightened and he gritted his teeth against the swelling in his groin. He raised his hand, almost touching Sakura’s hair. “Uh?”

The women drew away from each other, blinking up at him as one. Then Ino reached out and looped on arm around his shoulder, leaning against his chest heavily. “Is something the matter?”

Naruto rested his hand on the small of her back, taking a deep breath.

“I was getting lonely.” He tried to tease.

“Ah. Poor baby,” she said, poking him in the ribs. She pulled Sakura closer. It was even harder to breath with both of them against his chest. “You could try being a little more aggressive. Couldn’t he try being more aggressive, Sakura?”

Sakura was red, but she looked up at him evenly. Her expression was determined. Her body was tense. “It’s a little late to be insecure now, isn’t it?”

Her attempt as sounding light failed as badly as Naruto’s did, but he threaded his hand through her hair at her prompting. Ino smiled and kissed Sakura again lightly, smirking like a cat with a whole damn chicken coop.

When she finished with Sakura, she leaned up slightly to nuzzle Naruto’s jaw. Her breath tickled his face, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. Her lips brushed against his cheek, his jaw, she buried her nose under his ear.

But it was Sakura who actually kissed him. Then Ino followed.

The kiss was awkward. Full of gaps at first, and odd angles and bumps as they adjusted to each other’s heights and tried to figure out the style. Later, full of too many lips and tongues and spit and teeth, and something electric which may or may not have been due to the fact that the impossible was happening. Or perhaps too much sake was making his lips tingle and his ears buzz. Either way, Naruto could hardly think, and he didn’t miss it when he gave up trying entirely.

Except, maybe he wondered why he never did this before. It was weird, and different, but not bad. It was the furthest thing from bad. When he could flick his tongue against one girl’s while the other’s lips were pulling at his, and when he could have his finger’s brushing Ino’s fingers in Sakura’s hair while his other hand cupped Ino’s ass, and when he could have both of their breasts pressed against his chest--well, when he could have all that, then nothing in the world could be bad. Sakura caressed his hip. Ino groaned in her throat. Naruto had died and gone to a heaven he was pretty sure he hadn’t done anything good enough to deserve, and like hell he was leaving before they kicked him out. Or something.

Where was he? Breasts?

Sakura snuck her hand under his shirt, flattening it tentatively against his belly, and he broke away from the kiss suddenly, gasping at the sparks that sent up his spine and through his arms and legs and eyes, and most importantly, directly to his cock.

Ino looked up at Naruto and smirked around Sakura’s lips, tugging them between her teeth. She ran her hand up alongside Sakura’s. Her fingers teased his skin lightly and drove a groan out of Naruto’s throat. Smiling smugly, Ino took Sakura’s hand and guided it higher, up Naruto’s chest, lifted his shirt.

“You like this,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Naruto understood that look. It was much more dangerous than Sakura’s discomfort and awe. His cock jumped, balls tightening under their combined attention, that sly shine, the sing-song lilt in her voice.

“Naruto?” Sakura asked, biting her lip as she looked up at him.

Then Ino’s hand was gone, and the blonde was standing behind Sakura, her chin resting on the other woman’s shoulder, one arm loosely around her waist.

“But you still want this, don’t you?”

Sakura was suddenly small between them.

Naruto stared. How could he not stare? Ino curled around Sakura and… offering her to him? Shit, but that’s how it looked. Her hands were on Sakura now, moving over her slim curves, cupping her breasts, while Sakura squirmed and flushed and looked at his shoulders, but didn’t pull away.

“So what’s stopping you?” Ino asked, laid a kiss on the side of Sakura’s neck, then continued, “She’s right here. You’re not losing your nerve now, are you?”

“Hell, no,” Naruto rasped.

One of the things he was never sure about Ino was how much was tease. When she said yes, was she going to change her mind? When she said no, did she want you to try harder? It was confusing and painfully feminine, and this time it wasn’t herself she was playing with.

But Sakura wasn’t saying no.

Naruto reached for his teammate. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her again. And oh, this time, he only kissed her, and only felt her pressed up against him, and he could feel her shivers, her breathy sighs. He felt like he was being tender, but he wasn’t always good at being tender. Shit, but there was no way she could think he wasn’t paying every bit of his attention to her, at least for the moment.

He wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t saying no to this. Even with Ino’s laughter at his expense distracting him already, he wasn’t backing down. She deserved it, anyway. Ino ought to have her bluffs called.

Right?

And Sakura…

The kiss grabbed his attention back firmly then, and Naruto let go of his internal monologue to throw his enthusiasm into that, tasting Sakura’s mouth, feeling Sakura’s hands on his chest, and Ino’s long fingers twining through his hair and pulling him closer. He imagined what Sakura must feel with Ino pressed against her back, soft and strong and full. And him in front of her, hard and male and… hard. Very hard. Yeah, he was definitely that.

She whimpered, tangling her fingers in his clothes, and sucked his tongue.

“I think it’s time to get on to the next step,” Ino chuckled, tugging at Naruto’s hair playfully. “What do you guys think?”

Sakura broke their kiss, hiding her face against Naruto’s chest. She was breathing fast, and he could smell her hair. “Ino,” she whispered huskily, “you’re pushing.”

“You’re not backing out now, are you?”

Naruto groaned. He tightened his hold on her, breathing deeply. “Sakura, are you okay?”

Humming softly, Ino looked up at him. “I suppose I can go first. Show you how it’s done.”

“I know how it’s done,” Sakura defended softly. She was still hiding her face, though.

“Come on, forehead-girl. Or do you want to go first?”

Naruto didn’t know where Ino’s hands went when they left him, but he had an idea when he felt Sakura twist her hips. The moment froze in Naruto’s mind. Sakura was so… so something. Something that belonged in those fantasies that have been going through his head since Ino brought this up (and from time to time on long missions, or late nights, or sometimes in the morning when he had a few extra minutes in the shower), something like that, but with more nerves and the taste of barhopping still in his mouth. Sakura grumbled. Ino hummed. Naruto swallowed hard, catching up. Go first?

“Ino, can’t we just wait a few minutes?” Sakura asked, nosing along Naruto’s shoulder as she did.

“Then I guess I’m going first.”

Ino was going first?

There were too many implications to that to wrap his mind around. Ino first. Sakura second. Ino, and then Sakura. And after that… Sakura again, maybe? Ino and Sakura? Ino and Sakura and him. Ino pulling Sakura out of his arms and pulling his shirt over his head roughly and going first.

She smiled up at him, sultry. “Now,” she said in a conspiratorial voice, “is the part where you take off my clothes.”

Naruto didn’t need to be told twice. He unwrapped her skirt, popped one of the buttons on her top as he tore it off her. The mesh, he left. It wasn’t in the way, and felt different than her skin under his fingers, caught on the rough pads.

Ino’s teeth were in his earlobe, and her fingers were in his belt. He wasn’t sure which was driving him crazier.

A part of him wondered about Sakura, but that part was getting smaller as Ino pushed him back, prodded him, turned him around and finally maneuvered him into her bedroom. Sakura followed them, and she might have been reluctant. Ino wasn’t. They hit the bed, Naruto on top of her, and she was laughing at him again.

She seemed to do that a lot. He bit her lip to stop it. The surprised moan she made was so very much more satisfying to him anyway.

They tangled, their legs and their arms, Ino’s long hair coiling on the pillow, and somehow still managing to reach out to stick to his sweaty chest, his shoulder, her long fingers and her long nails dragged down his back. Naruto wondered, in the tiny part of his brain that was still getting blood and caring to use it, if just maybe all the weird girlspeak wasn’t worth it. She didn’t seem so bad when she wasn’t talking. Just how long could he keep her mouth busy? It might be worth a shot.

How long was this deal going to last again?

Then Ino pulled away from his mouth to look over his shoulder. Naruto watched her face, confused, hard against her stomach. So he wasn’t as quick as he could have been. After a moment, he saw the answer in Ino’s eyes. He couldn’t read the look exactly, but it was close enough to figure out.

Sakura. He paused, looking back over his shoulder. There she was in the doorway, watching him--them--and he blushed, embarrassed. She was blushing too. Sakura’s expression was hesitant, like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Well, Naruto could appreciate that. He could barely believe it either. He found his attention going to her hands after her face. One of them was on the door, holding the edge of it in a white-knuckled grip. The other, though, that one was lower, between her legs, rubbing cautiously. Naruto wasn’t sure he could ever have missed that. It was going to be burned into his brain for months. Sakura, adjusting herself while he and Ino wrestled on the bed.

He must have been very fucking good while he was alive.

“Naruto,” Ino said, and turned his face back toward her.

It wasn’t really fair that Ino got to see Sakura as Naruto pushed into her, but he knew Sakura was watching them, and that was good enough and then some. Ino wraps her long legs around his hips.

“You’ve got her attention,” Ino whispered huskily. “Show her what you can do.”

Naruto shuddered. “Do you ever quit talking?”

“Find out.”

Not about to back down from a challenge, Naruto rocked his hips into her. Hard and sharp, every inch of him slid into her in one slick, determined motion. Ino arched under him, gasping a word that might have been “yes.” After that, she moved, sometimes with him, more often just moving. She squirmed. She writhed. She kicked up her hips, bucking up off the bed.

The bedsprings creaked with the rhythm he set. Fast, and steady, and growing in momentum until the bed hit the wall again, and again, and again as Ino moaned huskily. Her nails dug into his back.

And she curled up. She hummed in his ear, and she looked over Naruto’s shoulder, and Naruto could almost feel her smile.

He sped up. Naruto grunted, closing his eyes against the feel of Ino’s body caressing his.

He wondered if Sakura was still touching herself as she watched them. What did she think? Oh, hell, but she better know that he can’t be held responsible if he’s not exactly giving Ino the long and slow. Under the circumstances, it wasn’t like he could really be blamed for not holding back. Ino wasn’t complaining at least. No, she made the kind of sounds that stroked his ego the way her hands stroked his back. Pleased, confident sounds of satisfaction.

Sounds that got faster as he moved. She began whisper encouragement; Naruto got the gist of it, even if he wasn’t paying attention to all the details.

Maybe Sakura was watching. Maybe she was pushing up her skirt. Maybe her fingers were moving furtively in her panties because of him.

Naruto came first, burying himself deeply in Ino’s body as the spasms shook him.

Ino rubbed herself against him, cursing at him under her breath. He got the gist of that too, and in other times, he might have felt guilty for going like that when she was still at the edge, but seriously, like hell he was going to feel bad just now. It wasn’t like he was done yet. Not by a long shot. Besides, it was her fault he hadn’t been able to hold out longer; this whole crazy idea was her fault, wasn’t it?

Naruto would send her a nice thank you card or something later. For now, he took a deep breath and forced his erection to keep. With Ino cussing and digging her nails into his back, it wasn’t really that difficult. Shivers of heat and pleasure still dragged over his back and through his sensitized cock as he started moving in her again.

With a rhythm, that is.

But that was totally her fault.

He reached between their bodies, twisting his forearm so his fingers reached between her lower lips. They were thoroughly wet, hot, and when he dragged his finger over her clit, her hips rocked in quick, uncontrolled jerks. Pulling back, he saw her face flush--her whole damn body flush--and screw up, her lips curling and tears forming at the corners of her eyes, and her inner muscles fluttered and tightened around him.

Naruto took a ridiculously long time to realize that Ino was coming, and coming hard, and even longer to swell with pride over the accomplishment. He was too busy watching, and rubbing, and wondering just how long this scene could last.

He was a little envious by the time she relaxed bonelessly under him, giving him a satisfied smile and waggling her eyebrow. Then she pulled him down for another kiss and whispered in his ear, “She’s staring.” And Naruto set aside thoughts of making Ino do that again or experimenting more with Orioke no Jutsu, turning to look at Sakura.

Looking at her, Naruto thought he might sort of know what an explosive note feels like right before it goes boom.

She was staring. She was also panting, and blushing, and leaning against the doorframe in a way that made him hope her knees were trembling and he just couldn’t see it. Ino’s grin grew into something satisfied and shadowy as the blonde beckoned Sakura closer with a crooked finger,

Sakura blushed and looked away, almost choking. Ino laughed. Naruto let himself be pushed off Ino, out of her body, with only a small noise of protest. Ino sat up, swinging her legs off the bed, and winked at Naruto before she stood.

“Stay,” she said lightly. “I’ll be right back.”

For a moment, Sakura looked like she was about to bolt. Instead she straightened, shoulders square.

Ino glided up to her. It was some trick to make sweat and some sticky, distended mesh look... uh... not dignified, exactly but something like that. Imposing maybe. Or grand. Powerful? Whatever it was, Ino did it. She did it walking up to Sakura, leaning close to her, bracing herself against the wall by Sakura’s head.

Naruto didn’t hear what she said to Sakura, just the tone; full of challenge, and humor, and a gentle sort of mocking pity. He thought it must be something girly again, then remembered Sasuke’s various challenges over the years, and thought better of it.

Ino was being a bitch.

Sakura’s resolve firmed visibly, and Naruto did hear her response.

“I don’t want to just watch.”

“Then don’t,” Ino replied, reaching out and tugging on the front of Sakura’s top. Sakura flinched a little, her eyes darting to Naruto, but whatever it was holding her back passed, because she let Ino pull her forward a little after that. She let Ino help her out of her top, and oh, Ino hadn’t forgotten Naruto, because she looked at him, and she looked as Sakura, and she teased him with that, pulling Sakura’s shirt up slowly, caressing her ribs and belly with long-nailed fingers, catching the shirt and pulling it tight around Sakura’s arms for a brief moment while they were over her head. She kissed Sakura then, while her arms were raised and her back was arched, and her breasts were exposed, pale, pale, pale pink nipples visibly tight.

Naruto stared. In his mind, he pounced on them both, took Sakura’s breasts in his hands and his mouth while Ino kept up with the kissing. But his body was too stupid to get all the parts moving together in time to do that before Ino stepped back and pulled the top off entirely.

He made room on the bed, moving behind Sakura as Ino pushed her onto the mattress. He did get himself moving to cup her sides in his hands, kissing her neck, and watching as Ino knelt between Sakura’s knees.

Oh, he was definitely watching that. His eyes didn’t close enough to even be called a blink, not with Ino running her hands up Sakura’s legs, under her skirt, and deliberately pulling down her tights. He breathed raggedly, cock twitching back to full life. Sakura shivered, leaning back against him. She spread her legs and nodded her consent, as though Ino cared about it. Ino smirked at both of them.

She tossed the tights away and pushed Sakura’s skirt up around her hips, showing a small nest of curls between her thighs, just a little darker than the hair on her head, and the almost glossy pink skin of her pussy.

Naruto kissed the nape of Sakura’s neck, murmuring something meaningless. Ino hummed softly in approval, twisting two fingers through the curls teasingly. “Naruto’s thinking of pulling you back onto his cock,” she said, proving that she had a remarkably presentient grasp on the obvious. “He could do it, too. But I wonder...”

Her voice dropped to a breathy whisper, “Maybe I’ll have you first? You don’t think he’d be intimidated, do you? Or what about you, sweetheart, are you worried you might like me better than him?”

Well, he wasn’t worried about that until Ino said it. Wait, scratch that. Until he heard the sound Sakura made when Ino said it, the tiny, muffled whimper in her throat, and like hell he liked the idea she was making that for Ino. That didn’t stop his body’s reaction. Hell, the look Ino gave him then, right after saying that, practically dared him to make a competition out of this.

Naruto scowled at her. Some people had no gratitude. Like he didn’t get her off like two seconds ago.

But this was about Sakura now, wasn’t it? And Naruto wasn’t about to back down from a challenge.

If he growled softly, gritting his teeth, while he watch Ino slowly bury her face between Sakura’s thighs, it wasn’t the same as protesting. (And if he watched the way she worked Sakura’s folds, using her tongue, and her lips, and her teeth, and even her nose, he wasn’t taking notes. Just like he wasn’t thinking about how next time, next time he’d be in control, and he was going to have Ino do that to Sakura while he was fucking her, and see how fine her delicate oral skills were when she had him up to the balls. And he wasn’t thinking that he’d enjoy that, like fucking both of them at the same time. Oh, no.) He was just giving Ino her shot, and reassuring himself that a tongue couldn’t be that long. Even when Ino slipped two fingers inside Sakura’s body, crooking and pumping them, Naruto told himself that it wasn’t really a contest.

Sakura didn’t make noises at first. Naruto tore his eyes away from Ino’s work in her crotch to check her face; he found her biting her lip hard enough to turn the skin around her fine, even teeth bloodlessly pale.

Naruto tensed, holding her tighter.

Then tiny, squeaky little sounds began squeezing out from between her clenched teeth. She started shaking. Naruto recognized, after a confused instant, that she was trying not to move. To hold in whatever reactions Ino was managing to get out of her. And she was slowly failing in the effort.

The first real sound she made was like a sob, and it wracked her the same time her body curled, and her hands shot into Ino’s hair, fingers running through the other woman’s bangs, tangling in her pony tail. She didn’t pull--Naruto imagined she did, but she didn’t. She just grabbed, and held, while Ino nuzzled and lapped teasingly. Naruto frowned, but he wasn’t surprised. Ino, teasing, it was pretty much inevitable.

And Ino was teasing. As she worked, her nibbles and licks grew visibly lighter, and Sakura’s near-sobs grew louder, more needy.

Ino kept going, though, not fulfilling her end of the bargain in Naruto’s eyes. After minutes and minutes of watching this torture, he was even starting to wonder how Ino could think this was a contest if all she was going to do was warm Sakura up for him. Thanks, another minute of this, and Sakura would probably go off the second he was in her.

Then Ino crooked her fingers hard, pushing them in and up so they vanished past the lowest knuckle, and she pulled back and blew over Sakura’s labia, over her clit, pursed lips shiny with fluid...

Fuck, but Naruto nearly came himself seeing that.

Sakura arched her back and let out a high, shocked moan. Her whole body seized with the first rush of the orgasm Ino had coaxed out of her. Ino wiped her mouth, but it didn’t hide the smirk. Naruto held Sakura through shakes and whimpers.

That cheating bitch.

He didn’t, however, wait for Sakura’s throes to stop before he pulled himself upright, pulled Sakura with him so she crouched in front of him panting on her hands and knees, little shivers traveling up and down her spine, and red finger marks on her waist, above the bunched mess they’d made of her skirt (had he put those there?), positioning her abruptly.

Ino purred, eyes heavily lidded as she looked up at them from her place on the floor.

“Naruto,” Sakura said, looking back at him blurrily. He couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed or aroused or simply confused by the sudden move before she’d even had the chance to come down from her climax. “What...?”

He caressed her hips. He could see himself ripping the skirt off her, baring her entirely. Then he’d pull her back, push himself into her, make her come again, louder and faster than Ino had, without any of that subtle, sideways manipulation, and then--and then--

And then Ino’s arms slid, slim and graceful, around Sakura’s body, unzipping her skirt and drawing it up over her head, and tossing it aside intact. Naruto glared a warning at her. It was his turn.

Ino crooked her brow and gave him half a smile. “What are you waiting for?”

“You to get out of the way?” he suggested.

She laughed at him. “I have a better idea. Lean back a little, hm?”

They met eyes for a long moment over Sakura’s body. Ino’s were dark blue grey with satisfaction, and tilted slightly by her cocky expression. Without permission, she took Sakura’s shoulder in hand, steadying her while she guided the other woman to lift herself onto her knees, pushing her until her back hit Naruto’s chest. Sakura’s body pressed against him, her ass firm against his belly, and rubbing his erection.

Naruto hesitated, catching the drift of where Ino wanted this going. He frowned, looking at her.

“You don’t think she’d enjoy riding you?” she prompted. Taunted. Challenged.

She really was a bitch.

She was also moving forward on her knees, until she and Sakura were nearly chest to chest. She put one of her hands on Sakura’s hip, the other on Naruto’s.

“Lean back.”

Naruto licked his lips. He hadn’t looked away from her face yet, all challenging and smug and sure of her control of the situation. Her nails raked lightly over his skin, and she nudged Sakura and him pointedly.

This time, his body wasn’t so slow and stupid. He grabbed Ino’s thigh and pulled, sending the three of them down in a tangle. Ino yelped. Sakura started to say something, but it was cut off as she landed on Ino with a muffled “oof.” So it wasn’t exactly the most graceful move ever; he was on top of a squirming pile of Ino legs and Sakura ass and pink and blond hair. They could sort out the rest.

“Sakura can top next time, I promise?” Naruto offered, not at all apologetic.

Ino glared up at him as though she didn’t deserve just what she got.

Legs and arms and bodies sorted themselves out with some help from Naruto--Sakura braced on her elbows over Ino, knees spread and ass in the air in a lovely offering. Ino’s legs parted to frame Sakura’s body. Ino’s arms went around Sakura on their own, reluctantly. She pouted at him. Naruto shrugged. He had more important matters at hand, guiding himself into Sakura’s body.

Sakura moaned softly, taking him in. Naruto couldn’t see her face, but he could see Ino’s, and he watched that, keeping his eyes on hers as he began to move over both women. Sakura took a moment to move back, showing less restraint than she had with Ino, which was in itself a little victory. Instead, she arched, she pushed, and she squeaked when, occasionally, he hit her just right.

Ino... well, Ino hadn’t made sense from the beginning, so why should it be surprising when, within moments, she was arching against Sakura, kissing her, curling her toes as she reached to finger herself under the two of them.

He smiled, even laughed briefly, before grimacing in pleasure at the sight and the sound and the feel--most especially the feel--of the bodies under his. He wasn’t ending this soon. Ino and Sakura together, oh yeah, he’d thought of it. He’d thought of them under him, beside him, on top of him, thought of them together and apart. He’d thought of them crying out for him and each other. Like hell he wasn’t going to make the most of it.

Ino saw his smile and lifted her chin. Then she ran her knuckles over his forearm and smiled back slyly.


Fin