Kumo Tier

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            “C’mon.  You’ll need to work harder to get any results!”

            “Y-yes!”  Hinata doubled up her efforts, squeezing and smooshing her big, shameful breasts around the Fourth Raikage’s big, shameless cock.  She felt the friction of him between them and timidly let a trickle of spit drizzle down on him from her shy tongue.  It helped… but it was little to try to impress the glowering man seated in front of her.  If this was the best she could do, they’d be there all night and a good chunk of the next day!

            “Where is your technique?  The Hyuga are supposed to be the greatest clan in Konoha!” grumbled the irate Ay, not yet sated watching the Hyuga’s plush bosoms roll against his meat.  Again, she acknowledged her lack of fervor and tried to speed up her ministrations.  But she was no expert at this.  Her tits had received all attention, needing nothing from her but to lie stationary and let them be doted upon.  Ay-sama was not the doting type, and this was not an exercise of handling.

            Ay sat on the couch in his office, bare-chested except for his usual coat – with its one empty sleeve – and his baggy pants opened to let the wholly-naked Hinata rub his mighty erection inside of her cleavage.  She wasn’t bold about it, but her bust was deemed Kage-level!  So she set herself to her duty – though she feared that the Raikage’s cock might be of a higher level than Kage! – showed gratitude for Ay’s patience with her in advance, and applied her tits to his erection.  She might have been shy, but she was going at him with the best of her gusto!  To make her father proud of her and the cumbersome breasts that he had scorned when they had grown out magnificently!  To show to Naruto-kun her endeavors to strengthen bonds between the Countries!

            If she mashed her melons all the way down on him, his cock would spring up like a bare brown tree trunk, and the round head would be in reach of her tongue.  Panting softly, she closed her eyes and licked at it, tasting the frothing arousal and the heavy heat radiating from him.  She licked and smeared her spit and precum over the tip until it shined in the room’s light, and then she went back to massaging it, heeding his every instruction like a dutiful kunoichi should.  She just wished she had the talents of Ino-san, who was kneeling for the Raikage’s brother almost next to him.

            Whatever Ino lacked where Hinata excelled, she made up for in pride and attitude.  She was not all custom and duty and reservedness; when she was paired with the Jinchuriki – with her Jinchuriki-level tits – she flourished her ponytail, licked her lips to make them nice and glossy, and said that she was ready to prove herself to Bee’s needs.

            Bee, of course, was more handsy than his stoic brother.  Ino latched her plump, firmer tits around his rigid cock, and he couldn’t help getting a handful of them to size them up.  ♪Things in Kumo go a bit faster~ But when it comes to paizuri, you are a master~♪  Ino grimaced only a little, but covered it up with a cringy smile and an awkward “Thank you.”  And then she went to work.  No little drooling or shy application of saliva; she slathered him heavily, sometimes spitting on her chest to lubricate his passing.  And her smile was nice and helpful; sultry and seductive, so that Killer Bee would take jolts to his groin just from the intensity of her eyes.  He sucked in harshly, his lips tightly puckered.  “You’re gonna overwhelm me, gurl,” he wheezed, so flustered that he couldn’t even put it into rhyme.  The proof of Ino’s effectiveness showed in a leaping burst of precum that landed soundly on her right breast.  Giggling excitedly, biting her bottom lips, she rubbed his lotion into her milky flesh, letting the skin and pink of her nipple gleam.

            Bee couldn’t very well sit still after such a display.  He bowed over her, caught her face in his hands – he didn’t disrupt the clutch of her firm breasts around his meat – and pulled her into a kiss.  But not really a kiss.  Kissing implied the meeting of their lips, but only Bee’s tongue reached out, flopping against her lips and darting into her mouth, moaning a muffled “Gurl” against her while she obediently let him slobber over her.

            Darui was more civil with Tenten and her trustworthy breasts.  Or maybe he was just more casual in his seat, reclining with his arms splayed out along the back of the couch, pushing out his legs and pelvis for easy access.  He even got rid of his pants entirely for her – unlike the Raikage and his brother.  He mentioned the whole practice was kind of drab and apologized that he wasn’t as meaty and girthy as his superiors, but Tenten didn’t shy away.  Much like Lee would – though naked – Tenten made fists at her sides – her fingerless gloves and high-heel sandals the only things she wore – and said it was an honor to serve the Raikage’s righthand man.

            Konoha girls sure know how to show respect, Darui mused as Tenten got to her knees and shuffled into place.  True, he wasn’t swinging around a tallywacker the size of Ay’s or Bee’s, but he did exceed the expectations that Konoha girls were used to.  And with her smaller B-cups, Tenten had reason to be skeptical of her abilities.

            But… give Tenten a weapon or a tool, and she would make the most of it!  She made a tight pocket out of her bosoms and held Darui’s penis within her cleavage.  Her hands supported her bust and jostled the jiggly flesh against him.  She didn’t have the volume of Ino’s or Hinata’s pair, but she made due with what she had, and Darui was already showing appreciation for it.  The one-eyed, drab gaze of his tightened with a hiss at times, particularly when Tenten employed her mouth to his satisfaction, nipping gently at him with her teeth; proper application of pressure, pleasure, danger, like zigging a kunai over an ally’s nose just to demonstrate her command over the weapon!  Daintily lilting her head at an angle, she pecked at his foreskin and tugged lightly, playfully, at it before opening her eyes and flashing him a temptress’s gaze.  She chortled when he apologized and said that he shouldn’t be expected to last long against her technique.  It was all she could do not to try to finish him off then and there.  After all, this wasn’t a race, but she would revel in the fact that her standoffish partner was making more sounds than Hinata’s.

            No one would be making more noise than Bee, who, when he wasn’t trying to throw a few bars, was choking and gasping with pleasure or slurping at Ino’s mouth again.

            And all this only amplified Sakura’s degradation, slumming it with Omoi’s erection with her apprentice-level bust.  Sure, they could fill her hands – somewhat – but unlike Tenten, she couldn’t form any significant cleavage to apply to Omoi’s lesser cock.  Seventeen centimeters (about 6½ inches) wasn’t anything for her to scoff at, but she felt undermined, having to tend to an alternate while her peers heaved their chests up against grand Kumo cocks!

            From time to time, she’d peek over her left shoulder to watch Ay shove Hinata’s mouth over his tip, complaining that she wasn’t showing proper enthusiasm, or Bee and Ino flapping their tongues together while she rhythmically squeezed her breasts together around his meat.  Even Tenten-san was given some homage and excitement from a guy who had seemed to be the most reluctant to enjoy the entertainment.

            Omoi, sucking on his lollipop, made little noises here and there, making side comments that Konoha kunoichi diets must have rendered her womanly attributes inert.  “Karui must have followed that diet as well,” he contemplated like he wasn’t getting his erection fluffed by a renowned medic-nin’s breasts.

            She scowled, but to keep up appearances for her master, she didn’t hurt Omoi and just kept knocking her tits up against his penis; left and then right, pushing them up as much as she could to really amplify their size!

            Dammit, if it was using ass instead of bust, Sakura felt rather confident that the men – and that included the Raikage! – would be fighting over the chance to rub up against her butt!

            Well, she sulked enviously, once again looking to her left, to the bare back and backside of Hyuga Hinata.  In her squat, her ass flared and looked positively glorious!  She had filled out everywhere, yet never showed any appreciation for it!  Sakura didn’t want to hate her… but in that moment, she did.

            Almost as much as she hated the small “Oomph” from Omoi and the warm discharge that followed.  Not an exuberant explosion, but it caught Sakura unawares at the turned cheek.  She flinched, turned back to give her full attention to his ejaculation, aiding by pressing her hand flat behind his dick to keep it nestled against her sternum.  She pulled her tits together with her other hand, though couldn’t do much for him with that.  It seemed enough, at least.  Omoi grunted, thrusting up in her manufactured vise, throwing out a few lesser dribbles that reached her collarbone or chin before the dribbling recession that didn’t really clear his cock.

            He smeared her and left her all the mess with none of the satisfaction.  She couldn’t hide the look of disappointment on her face.  But Omoi was quick to console her, laughing awkwardly with a hand patting his blond head.  “Sorry about that, but I thought that if I resisted too long, the other girls might want to try to finish me off, and that would get Raikage-sama and Bee-sama jealous.  And then it’d be a whole conflict over me holding off…”

            What a lie…  He could keep rambling, but Sakura knew a case of premature ejaculation when she saw it.  It happened all the time when men would arrive with suspiciously intimate injuries that required them to un-pants themselves.  The erections, they’d apologize for and she would say it was alright or that it was natural.  Less natural would be how instantly they would shoot, as if they’d warmed themselves up so that her fingers barely brushing their thighs would trigger ejaculation.  She couldn’t count how many facials she had received during simple procedures.  And they’d laugh and apologize – much like Omoi.  And then they’d had to be readmitted to the hospital for a concussion.

            But she couldn’t give one to Omoi, not when she was on a delegatory mission from Tsunade-sama herself!  So, with some of Omoi’s cum running down the side of her face, she smiled brightly and cocked her head cutely.  “It’s alright!  I’m happy to be of service, Omoi-san!”

            All while Inner Sakura raged, Dammit!  When do I get to have a BBC?!!

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