Chapter 1 - Double Date Part 2

Double Date
Chapter Two:
Several months later…
 Karakura Hotel; 10 PM
               “Nghhhh!” 

               “Mmmmmh!” 

               “Ohhhhhh…” 

               “Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh!” 

               The lavish room at the penthouse suite in the hotel was once again the host to a steamy hook-up between two Soul Reapers, a Substitute Soul Reaper and a busty Human. 

               The floor was littered with their clothes. The four had went out to dinner on another double date and then had returned to the room reserved once again by Captain Unohana and the night devolved into another steamy foursome again, something that had become a regular guilty pleasure for the young teens. 

               Sitting in a chair naked, Ichigo Kurosaki watched the equally naked Retsu Unohana bounce up and down on his cock. The pair kissed lewdly while Unohana put the chair through its paces with her rampant bouncing. Unohana moaned into Ichigo’s mouth while he sucked on her tongue. He could taste the tea she’d been drinking earlier, its taste mixing with her perfume and overwhelming the young lover’s senses. Ichigo’s hands caressed the older woman’s soft ass, watching as her breasts bounced in front of his face. 

               “Ah! Yes! Mmmmh!” Unohana tilted her head back when Ichigo began to suckle her breasts. Her arms were wrapped around the teenager’s shoulders while she slid up and down on his cock, stuffing her honeypot full of hot, thick manmeat. “Suck my tits! Oh yes! Ohhhhh!” One of the things she’d come to learn having sex with Ichigo and watching him fuck Orihime was that he really liked women’s breasts. She rolled her hips, her eyes rolling backwards when the cock nestled inside her shifted and hit her sweet spots.

               Over on the bed, Hanataro Yamada and Orihime Inoue were fornicating just as hard. Orihime gripped the sheets while the Soul Reaper mounting her from behind fucked her like a rabid animal. “Nghhhh!” Orihime bucked into the young Soul Reaper’s rapid thrusts, feeling his clamhammer slam home into her pussy. He knew just how to make her so wet, something she didn’t think anybody besides Ichigo was capable of. “H-Hanataro!” 

               “Ah! Orihime!” The meek medic watched as Orihime’s peachy ass rippled with each smack of his small hips. Her wet pussy sucked him in, taking him balls deep inside of her. Sweat dripped down his back while he fucked her, letting his male instincts take over. He pressed his chest against her sweaty back, hands cupping her soft tits. He found the teen’s tits much firmer than Unohana’s soft breasts but Hanataro enjoyed Orihime’s melons all the same. 

               “Cu-cumming!” squealed Orihime. She grabbed the nearest pillow on the bed and bit down on it to muffle her screaming moan. Her mind turned to mush as she was brought to exquisite orgasm. Her pussy gushed around the thick cock slamming in and out of her, her whole body shaking while Hanataro continued to pound her pussy, his body grinding against hers. 

               “Can’t…hold…it…” Hanataro grunted into Orihime’s ear before he suddenly pulled out of her pussy, her honeypot dripping and gaping from being ramrodded. Orihime knew why he pulled out and rolled onto her back, finding Hanataro straddling her chest, cock aimed squarely at her face. His hand gripped his long shaft, stroking it rapidly as he felt that hot surge flow straight to his tip. 

               “Ahhhhh…” Orihime opened her mouth and stuck out her greedy tongue right as Hanataro released his load, shooting white ropes of cum straight into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the tip and she sucked out the rest of his load, shivering from the heat that filled her belly. Hanataro moaned from the sensual treatment, running a hand through her beautiful orange hair. 

               Back over on the chair, the orange-head and the braided captain were being reduced to horny beasts, all semblance of their rationality thrown out the window. “Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me, Ichigo!” demanded Unohana. The sounds of her ass smacking down on Ichigo’s hips was filling up the room, growing louder and louder as she started losing control over her own body. 

               Ichigo’s face had disappeared in Unohana’s titties. He motorboated the captain’s soft melons, losing his mind over how good the woman’s pussy felt wrapped around his cock. His strong arms were wrapped around her waist, pulling her up and down harder. The chair, and Ichigo’s lap, became soaked as the horny captain was brought to orgasm again and again.

               Unohana didn’t hear Ichigo’s moan signaling his climax. Instead she felt a hot rush fill her womanhood, white seed spilling from her plugged pussy as Ichigo pumped her full of his seed. 

               “Oooooohhh…” Unohana’s eyes grew hazy as she basked in the heat of her filled room. ‘He cums just as much as Hanataro. If I weren’t on birth control I’d be pregnant in an instant. Who knows?’ Her cheeks turned pink as a dirty thought hit her. ‘Maybe one day I can convince him and Hanataro to compete to see who can knock me up in a threesome. That’d be fun... .’ She doubted that Ichigo would really be up for that sort of competition but a horny woman could dream. 

               She let the silly thought go before noticing that Ichigo was probably suffocating from being smothered by her titties. She pulled his head out of her cleavage and was amused by his panting face. She kissed his forehead and hugged him, sighing as she got off his lap and felt his seed slip out of her, running down her leg. “That was exquisite,” she breathed. 

               Orihime giggled while she cuddled with Hanataro. “Yeah, this is always fun!” 

               “So are you guys going to stay the week for your vacation?” asked Ichigo as Unohana handed him a towel, throwing a robe around herself. As much as she liked showing off the goods to the three, she felt too sweaty and cum-filled.

               “Yes. Although Lady Yoruichi asked me to tell Orihime to come by Kisuke Urahara’s shop tomorrow morning. Apparently she wanted to ask you about something important. Kisuke said he wanted a word with you too, Ichigo.” Unohana handed a robe to Orihime, who slipped it on. “Why don’t you join me after you’re through with her tomorrow, Orihime? I always enjoy shopping with you.” 

               “Okay. We’re off school tomorrow anyway and tomorrow is my day off from the bakery. So, what do you think Yoruichi and Kisuke want to talk about? More training?” 

               Unohana sat down next to Hanataro and gave him a loving kiss before he headed off to take a shower. She looked back at the two teens and smiled knowingly. “I’m not quite sure. But I can take a good guess. Either way…” She sat down next to Orihime and Ichigo and smiled seductively at the two teens. “Are the two of you up for round two once Hanataro is finished?” 

               “Yes,” said the two without question. 

               “Good answer.” 

The next day… 
Urahara Shop; Yoruichi’s Room

               Orihime sat across the purple-haired Flash Goddess on the other side of her small table. The older woman had gotten out of the shower right before Orihime had arrived, dressed in a fluffy black bathrobe and her hair wrapped in a matching towel. “So how are things with you and Ichigo? Everything okay?” 

               “Yep! Ichigo is the best!” smiled a happy Orihime. Yoruichi had been one of Orihime’s biggest confidants aside from Tatsuki and Rukia and the werecat had helped give the teen the push she needed in confessing her feelings to Ichigo; she didn’t feel uncomfortable at all discussing her relationship with Yoruichi since she’d been such a good friend, even on intimate matters. “Things have been going good. But…why’d you call me here though?” She was a bit confused since she doubted that Yoruichi had called her here just to ask how her relationship with Ichigo was going. 

               For a few seconds Yoruichi was silent while she looked at Orihime, her expression unreadable. Then her yellow eyes flashed the girl a knowing look and she smiled. “Weeeeell…” Yoruichi poured the girl a cup of tea and pushed the cup towards her. “Word through the grapevine is that you and Ichigo have gotten into the habit of…partner swapping with Hanataro and Captain Unohana.” 

               In an instant Orihime’s cheeks burned bright pink and she started to get flustered, much to Yoruichi’s amusement. “Whaaaat?!” Her ears burned when Yoruichi grinned, knowing she’d hit the nail on the head. “How…how did you know?” Neither she nor Ichigo had told anyone about their double date hook ups with Unohana and Hanataro. The last thing either of them wanted was their friends’ scrutiny for getting extra kinky in the bedroom. She knew that Tatsuki would flip out if she learned Orihime had sex with another man while Ichigo was in the same room fucking another woman. And Chizuru would probably want to skin Hanataro alive for touching her ‘Hime. Hell, knowing Chizuru she’d want to pick a suicidal fight with Captain Unohana. “I…um…things happened and-“All she could do was stammer in embarrassment. 

               “You can relax, Orihime. I’m not judging you or anything. It isn’t really that hard to see what’s happening between you guys. After all, you four go off to go have dinner and shop around and Ichigo doesn’t come home that night and neither of you are at your apartment. I’m guessing that Retsu and Hanataro have told you that Soul Reapers like to mix things up in the bedroom by trading partners, right?” 

               “Yes…” Orihime remembered what Unohana had told her months ago back when all of this started; Soul Reapers liked to have other partners join them in the bedroom to help spice things up, hence why Unohana and Hanataro asked her and Ichigo to join them in a foursome, which escalated in them becoming fuck buddies. “Um…Unohana is the only woman I know who did that. Does everyone in the Soul Society hook up like we do and swap partners to have sex with? Like Rangiku and Rukia?” 

               Leaning back, Yoruichi tapped her chin and gave Orihime’s question some thought before she gave her an answer. “Hmm…it all depends on the person, honestly. Some men aren’t exactly keen on the idea of letting another man have sex with his girlfriend or wife just as some women aren’t okay with their husbands and boyfriends getting it on with a lady. It’s all a matter of personal tastes really. Some folks tend to remain chaste for their own reasons. Take Little Byakuya, for example. After his wife passed away he chose to abstain from the pleasures of the flesh entirely to devote himself to his clan and his Squad. More’s the pity there. But the thing is, Orihime. We live for centuries; some of us millennia, and we try all sorts of things in the bedroom to keep things fresh. I mean, you can only do missionary style so many times before it gets a little stale. And it shows a bond of trust between all parties involved that makes it all the more enjoyable. You feel closer to Hanataro and Unohana after having shared a bed with them, haven’t you?” 

               “I suppose.” Orihime thought about Yoruichi’s words for a moment. She did feel a little closer to Unohana after they shared boyfriends. Her heart belonged to Ichigo yet she still had a soft spot for Hanataro. Plus, she couldn’t help but blush at all the times Unohana made her succumb to temptation with her soft hands. “Do you grow closer with the people you swing with?” 

               “In a sense. Anyway, there’s a reason I’m bringing all of this up. I didn’t mean to embarrass you or try to pry into your business.” Sitting back on her cushion, Yoruichi sipped her tea before she just came right out and said what was on her mind. “How would you and Ichigo like to join me, Kisuke, Hanataro and Unohana for a swinger’s night tonight?” 

               The pink blush returned in full force to Orihime’s cheeks. Her ears burned at the mere suggestion of what Yoruichi just asked. “You want to…have a…sixsome?” 

               “Well, I guess you could just call it a swingers’ orgy at that point.” 

               “S-still…” Orihime squirmed on her cushion; the idea of having sex with five other people was certainly something for her to imagine. And everyone knew she could imagine quite a bit. “That’s…a lot.” 

               “True. But it’ll be fun! I promise!” Yoruichi appeared at her side and gave her a hug. “C’mon! What do you say?”

               “You talked to Unohana and Hanataro about this, right?” 

               “I spoke to Unohana yesterday. She seemed down with the idea. Hanataro too, although his reaction was similar to yours. Unohana had to give him some convincing before he okay with the idea. Plus I had a hand in it too when I came out of the shower and gave him a sneak peek at the goods.” 

               Orihime blushed. She knew what Hanataro’s reaction probably was. “Did…you and Captain Unohana…do that stuff often?” 

               Knowing she’d piqued Orihime’s interest, Yoruichi smiled. “Well…relations with other captains isn’t that unheard of. But mostly we kept it very brief and Kisuke and I kept are circle of fuck buddies small. And it has been a hundred years since we got real familiar with anybody. But when we learned that you guys were having steamy nights together, how could we not want to get in on the action?” 

               “I see…” Orihime could understand. Yoruichi had spent a century in cat form and even though Orihime had only been introduced to the world of lovemaking months ago, she knew that one hundred years was a hell of a dry spell for any woman to go without sex. Especially if that woman was someone like Yoruichi. 

               “So? What do you say?” 

               Orihime swallowed the lump in her throat. She thought about Kisuke for a moment and a dirty image popped into her brain. The thought of the crafty shopkeeper pounding her pussy made her cheeks pink blush turn pinker. Then her wild imagination ran away with her and she thought of Ichigo, Hanataro and Kisuke fucking her at the same time. 

               The grin on Yoruichi’s face grew wide when she saw Orihime’s face turn the color of a ripe cherry. “I see you already have an idea about what to expect. Well?” 

               “I…um…er…” Orihime fidgeted on her cushion for a second and thought about it. As Ichigo’s girlfriend, the prospect of having two more people join in on their sexcapades was a little hard to swallow. This did involve Ichigo having intercourse with yet another woman after all. Even if the woman was a dear friend, it was still pushing the envelope in terms of trust. Yet, the woman in her felt a deep sexual thrill light up inside her. That sexual thrill won out the struggle in the end and she looked back up at Yoruichi. “Okay. I’ll do it.” 

               Yoruichi hugged her. “I knew you’d be down for it. Don’t worry. It’s always awkward at first but after you get into the swing of things you’ll be having the time of your life. Oh yes…” Yoruichi’s eyes gleamed with lust as she imagined Orihime getting manhandled by three men while she and Unohana watched. “This is going to be so much fun.” 

               “But...do you think Ichigo is going to agree to it? I won’t do it if he isn’t willing.” On that, Orihime was adamant. She wasn’t going to do anything if Ichigo didn’t agree to join in. Otherwise that’d just be straight up cheating. 

               “That’s perfectly understandable. I’m sure Unohana would be in the same position as you on that if Hanataro didn’t agree. But come on! There’s no way Ichigo would say no to this!” 

Meanwhile… 
Urahara Shop; Kisuke’s Room
               “No. Absolutely not.” 

               Ichigo sat across from Kisuke in the shopkeeper’s room. He scowled at his mentor with his arms crossed. Kisuke had laid out the same offer to him while Yoruichi was talking with Orihime about it but Ichigo’s reaction was a lot different than his girlfriend’s. 

               “Aww! Why not?” Kisuke took off his hat and sat back on his cushion. “It’ll be fun!”

               “I’m not letting you have sex with Orihime.” 

               “But you let Hanataro have intercourse with your girlfriend when you guys decided to become swingers.” Kisuke frowned at his pupil’s stubbornness. 

               “Hanataro is a good friend that earned my trust and you know better than I do that it’s a little hard to turn down Captain Unohana even if I didn’t trust him.” Ichigo’s eyes narrowed at the shopkeeper. “You, on the other hand, have been sketchy from the start and I don’t trust as far as I can throw you.” 

               “You sure about that? I’m pretty sure you can throw me pretty far.”

               “You know what I mean.” 

               Kisuke flipped his fan and hid his face behind it while he and Ichigo stared each other down. “What makes me so sketchy?” 

               “For starters? Half the time you act like someone who’d try to lure my sister into a van with the promise of candy!” 

               “Aww! But Yuzu likes my lollipop crème surprise!” 

               “What?” 

               “What?” 

               Kisuke flipped his fan shut and leaned forward on his cushion. “C’mon, Ichigo! Yoruichi is talking to Orihime about it and I’m sure she’s okay with the notion. And don’t tell me you’d really pass on having some sexy fun with Yoruichi and Unohana at the same time.” 
               “I didn’t even know you and Yoruichi were together.” 

               “Well, after our business with Aizen was settled, we decided to pick up where we left off before we were exiled. But that’s enough about our past. So, what do you say?” 

               Ichigo sighed. As much as he tried to stop it, the thought of banging Yoruichi while Unohana and Orihime rubbed their naked bodies against him wormed its way into his mind and he had to admit, the idea had a lot of sexy merit. 

               Kisuke raised an eyebrow when Ichigo sighed again. “Let me guess, Kisuke. If I say no, I’ll get a call from Unohana to convince me into saying yes?” 

               “Now, Ichigo, would I really do something like that?” 

               Glaring at him, Ichigo pointed at the phone sticking out of the bottom of Kisuke’s cushion…

               “What? Sometimes I like to order pizza when I’m home alone!” 

               Ichigo rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’m sure Orihime has already agreed to this. We’ll do it once. Just once. Okay.” 

               “That’s fine with me, Ichigo. Who knows, you might even get a liking for swingers orgies.”

               The boy’s face matched his namesake at the notion. “I…doubt that. Let me go and find Orihime. I’m gonna need to mentally prepare myself for this.” 

               “Alright. I need to go and find an excuse to get Jinta and Ururu out of the house anyway for tonight. Come back around six o’clock.” 

               Heading for the door, Ichigo stopped at the doorway and turned around. “What was that you said about Yuzu?” he asked with an accusing eye. 

               “Nothing!” Kisuke replied. He turned his head and whistled innocently. 

               Giving the sketchy shopkeeper one last glare, Ichigo left to find his girlfriend. Kisuke breathed a sigh of relief. “Note to self, clean out the van…” 

Later that day… 
Urahara Shop; 6:00 PM

               The sky was a pale orange. In the distance the sun started to dip under the horizon. Ichigo and Orihime stood outside the door to Kisuke’s shop. Both teens felt pretty nervous as they waited in the doorway. “So…you ready?” asked Ichigo. His heart pounded in his chest with the prospect of what tonight would bring. 

               “Y-yeah…” Orihime was just as nervous as Ichigo. The girl swallowed the lump in her throat. She reached out and opened the door. Steeping inside, the pair walked down the hallway and saw that the door to Yoruichi’s room was opened, a light coming from the opened doorway. As they grew closer, they started hearing lewd noises coming out of the room. Blood rushed to their faces as the familiar rhapsody of skin slapping skin and lewd moaning became evident. 

               Entering Yoruichi’s spacious bedroom, the two were greeted with the sight of four naked Soul Reapers in the midst of getting hot and heavy. 

               Lying on the bed were Yoruichi and Kisuke. The two were naked as the day they were born, fucking like horny rabbits. The sandy-haired shopkeeper lay on top of the dark-skinned Flash Goddess. Yoruichi’s feet dangled in the air while Kisuke pounded her, his cock slamming in and out of her wet pussy while she howled with ecstasy. 

               Over on a bean bag chair, Unohana sat with Hanataro on her lap. Her breasts pushed against his small chest while they embraced, making out with each other lovingly. Their hands were just as active as their tongues. Hanataro’s hands ran through Unohana’s soft black hair; Unohana’s nails raked down his back. The meek medic’s manhood rubbed against his lover’s belly. He slowly humped his body against hers, rubbing his cock all over her front, the tip poking the underside of her breasts before he reared his hips back and pushed into her moist honeypot, fucking her into the bean bag chair. 

               Watching the two couples fornicate was something else for the young teens. They blushed like crazy at the sight. Yet despite their embarrassment, their arousal was incensed. Orihime rubbed her legs together as a desire to have her pussy ravage lit up inside of her. Ichigo watched with a heated gaze, a tent started rising in his pants. 

               The fucking came to an end when Yoruichi noticed the teenage couple standing in the doorway out of the corner of her eye. A hand tapped Kisuke’s shoulder, signaling for him to stop. “Looks like our guests have arrived.” Orihime’s ears burned as she watched Kisuke’s long, hard cock slip out of her pussy. Hanataro noticed Kisuke stopping and turned his head to see his friends standing behind him. He and Unohana smiled at Ichigo and Orihime before the medic pulled out of his lover. 

               Sitting up, Yoruichi grinned at the pair. “Sorry for getting started without you guys. Kisuke said to come here at six but we got a little impatient fifteen minutes ago so we decided to jump right in.” 

               “O-okay…” mumbled Orihime. She jumped when Yoruichi suddenly appeared behind her, hands slipping underneath her arms to cup her large breasts. “Y-Yoruichi!” 

               “Now, now, no need to be shy.” She kissed Orihime’s cheek while Unohana walked up to Ichigo, her hips swaying enchantingly. 

               “You two look a little hot under the collar. Let’s fix that, shall we?” 

               In a matter of seconds Ichigo and Orihime were stripped naked. Yoruichi peeked over at Ichigo’s manhood and licked her lips with anticipation. Sitting back on the bed, Kisuke raised an eyebrow as he beheld Orihime in all her splendor, his devious mind already at work with what he wanted to do that supple teen body of hers. 

               Yoruichi slipped away from Orihime and instead pressed herself against Ichigo. Her soft, firm breasts pushed into his arm while she wrapped her arms around him. “So, how about I help Ichigo get comfortable? Orihime?” She turned her head and winked at the blushing orangette. “I seemed to have left Kisuke hanging. Why don’t you get comfortable with him?” Not waiting for the girl to reply, the purple-haired ebony beauty turned Ichigo’s face towards her and planted her lips on his. 

               Orihime watched with anxious eyes at the image of Ichigo and Yoruichi naked and making out. But her attention was taken away when Unohana put a hand on her shoulder and gestured over to Kisuke, who motioned for her to join him with a finger while he stroked his slickened shaft. 

               Gulping, Orihime walked over to Kisuke and dipped a knee onto the bed. The shopkeeper took hold of her hand and gently pulled her into his embrace. “Don’t be so shy, Orihime. I don’t bite.” He knew how nervous the teen was to have sex like this and wanted to try to put her anxiety to rest. He ran a hand gently through her orange hair while their bodies pressed together. “I might nibble. And you might like it,” he whispered. He gently kissed Orihime and was pleased when the teenager kissed him back. 

               Ichigo did his best to ignore his shady mentor sucking face with his girlfriend and instead focused on the beautiful woman that was demanding entrance to his mouth with her tongue. His hands touched her warm skin, his right hand slowly sliding down her back to squeeze her soft plump booty while his left hand sneaked up to undo the tie to Yoruichi’s ponytail. The woman’s purple hair cascaded down her shoulders and back, adding to her beauty. “Mmmmmh…” Yoruichi pressed her breasts into Ichigo’s broad chest, letting the young man touch her however he wanted. 

               Unohana’s attention was broken when hands touched her ass. She turned her head to find Hanataro behind her with a smile on his face, cock pointing at her entrance. Smiling back at him, the horny healer put her hands on the wall and stuck out her ass. “Oh right. We started something we didn’t get to finish.” 

               “I figured we could enjoy ourselves while the others get comfortable.” Palming his lover’s juicy mature rump, Hanataro spread Unohana’s asscheeks and roughly plunged his manhood back into its home. “Mmmmh!” Hanataro smiled as the familiar tightness of his girlfriend’s cock wrapped around his girth. 

               “Oh! Nghh!” Unohana felt that hot rod slid all the way inside her. Her body shook while she pressed her hands against the wall. “Ah! Ah!” Her ass jiggled as Hanataro’s small hips smacked it. Her braid was jostled by her swaying breasts. Moans spewed from her mouth with each slam of her lover’s cock. “Fuck me! Fuck me faster, Hanataro!” 

               The sound of Hanataro’s hips moving faster echoed in Ichigo’s ears while he continued making out with Yoruichi. Her lips were as soft as Orihime’s, her hands gentle and warm as they trailed up his bare chest. Their embrace tightened and Yoruichi slightly raised her leg up to wrap it around Ichigo. Ichigo reached down to grip her wide, smooth thigh and moaned into her soft lips as his shaft rubbed against her dark-lipped entrance. The long meatrod became slickened with her dripping juices. Her womanly folds were nice and wet after Kisuke warmed her up. 

               Again and again their lips met to kiss, taking only brief moments of respite for air before they returned to making out. The soft firmness of Yoruichi’s breasts pressed against his hard pecs. Sensations ran up his spine and straight into his brain when Yoruichi’s hand slid up his back, her nimble fingers running through his hair. Ichigo was in absolute awe of the dark-skinned goddess in his arms. Deep in the back of his mind, he wondered if Orihime would be this beautiful when she reached her full adulthood. Orihime was still a girl blossoming into a woman and Unohana was the epitome of mature sensuality. But Yoruichi was a woman in her prime and Ichigo was ready to take advantage of everything she had to offer. 

               Lowering her leg, Yoruichi broke away from Ichigo’s lips. The boy’s panting face, eyes begging for more, made her smile seductively. ‘Ichigo has always been so easy to rile up. I should’ve suggested this to Orihime ages ago.’ 

               Taking hold of Ichigo’s hand, the nude werecat guided him over to another beanbag chair she’d pulled out for just such an occasion. Lying down on the soft pad, the curvy purple-haired woman beckoned him with a finger. “Ichigo, I know how much you’ve ogled me ever since I first revealed my true self to you. Come here. You can do whatever you want to me tonight.” 

               A hormonal teenager with raging lust descended upon her. He gave her a deep and passionate kiss before he started to worship the beautiful temple that was her body. He kissed her neck, inching his way down until he reached her luscious breasts. His rough hands cupped her soft melons and pressed them together. “Ohh! Yes…” Yoruichi moaned, running her hands through his hair again while he lavished her tits with his tongue. Ichigo licked her boobs like he was indulging in the world’s tastiest ice cream before he focused his attention on her nipples. 

               Lips opened to let out a sharp hiss when Ichigo’s tongue touched her brown nipple. Her nipples were already hardened thanks to her rampant arousal and were extremely sensitive; a fact that Ichigo was taking full advantage of. “Yes…ah! Nghhhh!” Her pussy dripped onto the bean bag chair from Ichigo’s ministrations. “Ichigoooooo…” Teeth lightly gripped her nipple and pulled back on it, making her head roll back while a husky moan left her mouth. “Ooooohhhh…” The neglected tit was given the same treatment. Her smile grew when a hand touched her wet pussy, covered by a bush of purple curls. “There…yes, there!” 

               Yoruichi’s moaning turned Ichigo on. He gave a sideways glance over to the bed and saw that Orihime was getting comfortable with Kisuke, kissing him while their hands touched each other. Putting it out of his mind for now, Ichigo focused his attention back on the beautiful ebony woman beneath him. 

               “Nghhh!” Yoruichi’s golden eyes were glazed over with arousal, her pussy moistening Ichigo’s fingers while he rubbed her. But she grew tired of all the foreplay and wanted to see how well Ichigo could manhandle a woman. “Ichigo.” The sharp tone of her voice snapped him out of his titty-sucking fervor. “Fuck me.” Her legs spread wide and she grinned. “Fuck me, right now in front of Orihime.” 

               His heart pounding, Ichigo shifted his hips and rubbed the tip of his erect manhood against her wet entrance. “Ah! Oh!” Ichigo pushed deep into the werecat, feeling her honeypot invite him in with its warm tightness. 

               “Mmmmmh! Oh yes! Yes!” Yoruichi’s moans were loud and lewd once Ichigo began to move inside of her. Their sweaty bodies started a sensual grind. “So thick…it’s…so deep!” Yoruichi threw her arms over her head and let out a string of pants. “Fuck me, Ichigo! Fuck me!” 

               Orihime ignored Yoruichi’s pleas for her boyfriend to pound her pussy. She was too wrapped up becoming a moaning mess in Kisuke’s hands. She lay with her back to Kisuke, head on his shoulder as she surrendered to his deft hands. “K-Kisuke…” 

               “Shhhhh…” Lips kissed her neck while hands fondled her breasts, massaging them gently and earning soft moans from the sexy teen. “Just relax. You’re in capable hands.” 

               Sweat rolled down Orihime’s naked body. She had no idea the shifty former captain had such soft, skilled hands. Every touch to her made her body heat up. Her nipples felt so hard as Kisuke’s nimble fingers circled her pink areolas. “Ah…hahhh…ahhh…” She bit down on her lip as fingers pinched one of her nipples. “Naghhhhh!” Her back arched; her ass pressed against the hard cock rubbing against her soft cheeks. 

               Putting a leg over Orihime’s, Kisuke spread the orangette’s legs. He turned Orihime’s head to face him and kissed her as his hand traveled downwards towards her pink petals. When a pair of fingers slipped inside her cunt, Orihime let Kisuke taste her moan. Her mouth became invaded by a seductive tongue that danced with her own little pink organ. “Mmmmmmh!” Her arms came up from behind to wrap around Kisuke’s neck. The shopkeeper was pleased when Orihime started to grind her booty against his cock, wedging his thick length between her asscheeks. “K-kisuke! Don’t stop!” she pleaded. Her breasts heaved from her panting breath. 

               Nimble fingers scissored inside of Orihime’s cooch. The young woman felt like she was becoming a boneless mass of pleasure in Kisuke’s hands. Then she heard Kisuke whisper into her ear, “Suck my cock.” He wanted to see how well Orihime could use her mouth after her experiences with Ichigo and Hanataro. 

               The order made Orihime’s body tingle with anticipation. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Orihime sat up and turned around. Kisuke watched as she slid down his front, seductively dragging her breasts down his chest before her face neared his manhood. While Kisuke didn’t have Ichigo’s sizable girth, she found him to have just a little more length than her boyfriend. Licking her lips, Orihime opened her mouth before lowering her head down. 

               A hot, wet suction enveloped Kisuke’s cock. The horny shopkeeper laid back on the pillows and let the naked orangette service him. A smile spread across his face as he watched that cute mouth of Orihime’s gobble his cock. “Mmmmmmhhh…that’s good, Orihime…” He felt his cock twitch when the girl looked up at him with her doe-like hazel eyes, looking so sexy with his cock in her mouth. “Ohhh…” He grinned as that tight vacuum took more of his manmeat into her gaping orifice. “Who knew you would grow to be such a good cocksucker.” 

               “Gckkk!” Orihime ignored the tease from the blonde man and took more of him down her throat. She’d picked up lessons in giving a man a blowjob from Unohana and she was getting the most out of them. Pulling her mouth away, she licked the side of his shaft. “Mmmmmhhhh!” The thick, manly taste of Kisuke’s cock brought out the woman in Orihime. She greedily licked his cock and made it glisten with her saliva. 

               “Yes…yes…” Kisuke ran his hand through her orange hair, guiding her lower towards his large sac. “Here too.” 

               “Mmmmmmh!” Orihime pushed the large manhood forward; her tongue stuck out to slowly drag up the shopkeeper’s balls. She paid him back for the earlier tease by wrapping her lips around his heavy sac and sucked on it. 

               “Ahhh! Fuck!” Kisuke felt he was going to explode but as much as he enjoyed the thought of painting Orihime’s pretty face with his white cum, he wanted to be balls deep in the healer before he blew his load. Sitting up, he tilted Orihime’s head up and smiled. He didn’t need to say a word to her. The hungry look in his eyes was enough to tell the naked teen what he wanted. Licking her lips with anticipation, the teen, now incredibly horny from Kisuke’s touching and from sucking him off, sat up and climbed back onto his lap. 

               “Oooohhh…” Orihime’s heart pounded in her chest as she raised her hips. Kisuke’s hands gently gripped her hips and aimed his cock right at her dripping pink honeypot. Putting her hands on Kisuke’s shoulders, Orihime planted her lips on his to kiss him again. Looking down, she lowered herself down onto his throbbing shaft. “Ooohhhhh…” Orihime gasped as her womanhood was filled by Kisuke’s long cock. He might not have quite the girth her boyfriend or Hanataro had but he was easily the longest cock she’d taken inside of her. Her eyes grew hazy as she sank to the bottom of his shaft, barely able to stuff all of him into her cunt. 

               “I’m impressed, Orihime. Not even Yoruichi could take me all the way in.” Kisuke kissed her again. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Orihime started to raise her hips before pushing herself back down. “Mmmmmmh!” Kisuke was completely taken aback by how tight Orihime was. After fucking Yoruichi earlier he already felt very close to blowing his load. “Yes…ohhh…” 

               “Mmmmmh! Nghhhh!” Once Orihime found her rhythm she began to let out her inner slut. “Ohh! It’s so deep…inside me!” Her pussy was completely bottomed out by Kisuke’s cock. Putting her hands on Kisuke’s shoulders to steady herself, the orangette let her body move on its own accord, spearing her pussy rapidly. Her ass shook as it collided with Kisuke’s hips; the bed started shaking as Orihime sped up her movements. The hands on her hips pulled her down onto the shopkeeper’s cock harder. In response, Orihime rolled her hips to shift Kisuke’s cock around her. “Oooooooooh!” She continued rolling her hips, enjoying the face her partner made from her pussy as it moved around his thick length. 

               “Orihime! Yes! Oh yes!” Running his warm hands up her sides, Kisuke cupped the teen’s bouncing titties and pushed them. Orihime panted the shopkeeper’s name. Her head rolled backwards as she listened to the sound of her body coming together with Kisuke’s. Hands gripped Kisuke’s head and shoved his face into her cleavage. Kisuke wasted no time in suckling the teen’s titties, making her breasts heat up from his hot mouth sucking her nipples. 

               “Nghhhh! Kisukeeeee!” 

               The moans and cries of passion on the bed were drowned out over on the other side of the room. Hanataro’s ears were filled the booming sound of Unohana’s ass clapping. The braided motherly woman’s right leg was raised to let her boyfriend’s clamhammer slid deeper into her at a more intimate angle. The walls were scratched up by Unohana’s nails while she clung to the walls. ‘To think that somebody so small and frail…could make me so fucking wet!’ 

               “Ohhhh fuuuuuck!” It was all Unohana could do to keep herself upright on one leg. She turned her head to look at Hanataro. She found his panting expression cute, a total contrast from his massive genitals. “H-Hanataro!” Her gaze turned lower and she watched Hanataro’s cock pump in and out of her pussy rapidly. The sight alone made her blush madly. She loved this; she loved dropping the mature, demure attitude and be reduced to just a horny woman who loved huge cocks. “Ohhhhh! I…fuck!” One of her hands left the wall while she tried to steady herself and reached down to rub her clit. “Nghhh! Yes! Fuck!” 

               Hearing the soft-spoken woman swear like a drunken sailor was something Hanataro loved. This was a part of his seductive lover that few ever got to see. Keeping a firm grasp on her waist to prevent her from falling to the ground, Hanataro fucked the woman faster while raising her leg slightly higher to deepen the angle his cock was diving into her pussy. “R-Retsu!” panted the well-endowed healer. “I’m gonna cum!” Already his balls were heavy and thick, ready to give the woman the creampie she’d been waiting for. 

               Unohana’s answer was a husky moan. “Mmmghhhhh! I’m…I’m cumming!” She let out a soundless scream when the tension inside her honeypot suddenly erupted. She struggled to keep herself upright while her body tensed up. The floor beneath the fornicating pair became soaked from her gushing pussy, squirting around the thick manmeat plugging her hole. 

               The sudden tightness of Unohana’s womanhood around his shaft pushed the panting, sweaty Hanataro over his edge. Pushing as deep as he could go, Hanataro threw his head back and moaned his lover’s name. Unohana felt like she was going to melt as a hot wetness filled her womanhood. Hanataro painted her pussy white with his hot seed. He finally let go of Unohana’s leg and pulled her away from the wall. Hugging her from behind, his hands gently massaged her breasts. “Retsu…” 

               When Hanataro’s cock slipped out of her creampied cunt Unohana let out a deep moan. She turned around and hugged him back, kissing him deeply while her eyes looked to the side to see how the two teenagers were doing with their partners. 

               Over on the bean bag chair, Ichigo was busy getting balls deep in Yoruichi’s pussy. The dark-skinned woman had her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding onto him tightly while he fucked her into the bean bag chair. “Yes! Yes! Ohhhhh!” With every slide into her wet pussy she let out a gasp, moan or cry of ecstasy. Her brain was being assaulted with so much pleasure tears started to sting the edges of her eyes from the overbearing intensity of it all. “You’re…so good! So fucking good!” 

               Nails dug into the young man’s shoulders and heels pressed into his back, Yoruichi’s legs locking him in place to keep him from pulling out. Though she would never admit it out loud, she may have sneaked a peek at Ichigo and Orihime in the bedroom a time or two and felt a little jealous of how passionate Ichigo was at making love to a woman. Now she was really jealous that Orihime got this all the time. While Ichigo may not have quite the experience in the bedroom that Kisuke or Unohana had, he more than made up for it with his raw passion and his hips that never seemed to tire out. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!” she slurred, her yellow eyes glazed over. Her breasts were smooshed against Ichigo’s chest, her nipples rubbing into him hard as he fucked her like a wild rabbit. “Oh fuck!” Yoruichi threw her head back, her purple hair cascading down the back of the bean bag chair, and tensed up. “Cumming! You’re making me cum! Cumming! Oh fuck I’m cumming!” In an instant she grabbed Ichigo’s head and pulled him into a deep, almost bruising kiss. “MMMMMMMMMH!” 

               Ichigo almost went cross-eyed when the honeypot he was balls deep inside suddenly clamped down on him. His strong arms held the woman tightly while she clung to him. The warm tightness that gripped him was the perfect catalyst to push him over the edge. He shoved his tongue into her mouth before his cock erupted inside of her. “Mmmmmmmh!” Their tongues tied together as their orgasms reached their crescendo. Yoruichi felt her lower half melt as Ichigo’s seed was blasted inside of her. A cocktail of sexual juices leaked from her plugged pussy; she continued to moan into his lips, still pressed into her chair by his heavy weight. 

               While the two couples cooled down for the moment, the fucking on the bed was still heating up. The bed shook with each bounce Orihime made, her body moving in constant rhythm. Those hands that made her turn to sensual putty suddenly gripped her ass. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Orihime’s eyes rolled into the back of her head like a slot machine when Kisuke suddenly reached her ass, his strong fingers digging into her soft cheeks, and then began to thrust rapidly up into her. Orihime could feel Kisuke hammer at the door to her womb. Kisuke was so long and fucking her so hard that she felt like he was going to fuck her right through her womb. 

               Kisuke watched with a lewd smile as Orihime’s face twisted from the sheer ecstasy in her pussy. “Cumming!” Orihime’s teeth clenched and her back arched. Kisuke palmed her bouncing tits while she started to ride him harder. Reaching her climax, Orihime saw stars. “Cumming! Oh! Ohhhhhhhhh!” 

               Holding the girl, Kisuke felt his balls begin to swell. “Nghhh!” He buried his face in Orihime’s cleavage and let out a deep moan before he came. Orihime wrapped her arms around his head and shivered as her pussy was filled with his hot cum, her vision growing hazy as her pussy grew hot from Kisuke’s creampie. 

               Orihime went limp as she came down from her high. She slumped forward and panted for breath, her body covered in sweat and cum leaking out of her pussy. “Mmmmh!” they both moaned when they kissed. Kisuke gently leaned her backwards and laid her on the bed. “Nghhh…” Orihime shivered as Kisuke pulled out of her. She noticed that Kisuke was still hard as a rock. ‘Wow…do all Soul Reaper men have lots of stamina? I thought it was just Ichigo at first…’ 

               “Ichigo?” 

               The teenager was snapped back to reality by Yoruichi. “Yeah?” 

               “Mind getting off? You’re kinda heavy and being pressed into a bean bag chair gets uncomfortable.” 

               “Oh! Right. Sorry…” Ichigo got off of Yoruichi and helped the horny werecat up off the stained bean bag chair. 

               “Ooooh, that was good for a warm-up. Wouldn’t you say?” Yoruichi stretched out her arms and looked over at Unohana and Hanataro. “Retsu?” 

               “Yes, Lady Yoruichi?” 

               “Why don’t I handle the boys for a while?” Yoruichi looked over at Hanataro, who was still as hard as Ichigo and Kisuke. The shy medic blushed from the Flash Goddess’s heated gaze while Unohana simply smiled. 

               “That’s fine with me. I’ll keep Orihime and Kisuke company over on the bed while you three have your fun.” She pulled away from Hanataro’s embrace and walked past Ichigo and Yoruichi; the werecat gave a small gasp before smiling when Unohana smacked her ass as she walked past her. 

               Smiling, the horny werecat beckoned Hanataro over to her and Ichigo. Once the meek Third-Seat joined them, she pulled him into a deep kiss. One hand went down to stroke his hard member, the other hand going to her right and stroking Ichigo’s. She pulled away from Hanataro’s lips and turned her head to give Ichigo a kiss. “Mmmmh! Look at these cocks!” Dropping to her knees, Yoruichi pulled the two boys forward until the tips of their manhoods poked her cheeks. “Oooooh! They’re so big! I should have thought of this ages ago!” 

               “Ahhh…” 

               “Ohhhh…” 

               Yoruichi’s mouth opened up around Hanataro’s cock, sucking him off. She moaned at the taste of his manhood, his shaft tasting of Unohana’s juices. Her hand cupped Hanataro’s balls, softly massaging his tender sac while her free hand jerked off Ichigo. Both Soul Reapers moaned from Yoruichi’s ministrations. Hanataro put a hand on Yoruichi’s head, guiding her to take more and more of his manhood into her mouth. Ichigo reached down and groped Yoruichi’s breast, panting as her export hand worked him. 

               “Gckkkk! Mmmmmh! Gckkkk!” Yoruichi gagged as she deep throated Hanataro’s cock. Saliva dripped down her chin, coating the shy medic’s balls in her hand. Her free hand became slick as it continued stroking Ichigo. “Phwaaa!” She pulled her mouth away from the thin Soul Reaper’s cock to take a deep breath of air. Ichigo tilted his head back when Yoruichi’s wet mouth enveloped his cock. “Mhhh! Mhhhh! Gckkk!” Her head bobbed back and forth, taking him deeper with every slide of her orifice. Her hands traded positions; one hand fondled Ichigo’s balls while her other jerked off Hanataro. 

               Orihime was oblivious to everything happening over on the other side of the room. She lay on the bed with Kisuke on top of her, letting him pleasure her breasts. “Nghhhhh!” Her legs rubbed together as the shifty shopkeeper lavished her tits with his tongue. When a gentle hand touched her forehead she opened her eyes to find Captain Unohana smiling down at her. 

               Despite her kind smile, the deep blue eyes staring down at Orihime were tinged with lust. Leaning down, Unohana kissed Orihime. “Mmmmmh!” they both moaned together. It wasn’t the first time she’d kissed Unohana when they had their foursome flings but it still sent a deep sensual thrill down her spine every time she kissed another woman. 

               Kisuke got off of Orihime and let Orihime sit up. The orangette found herself sandwiched between the two older Soul Reapers. Twin pairs of lips kissed her neck and cheek as hands got frisky with her naked body. “Nghhh! Mmmmmh!” She could feel Unohana’s breasts push against her back, her long black braid tickling her behind. She turned her head and kissed the older woman before turning back to kiss Kisuke, who was rubbing her creampied cooch. 

               Unohana winked over at her former colleague, who smiled and leaned forward to kiss her before pulling away Orihime’s front. He sat back and stroked his manhood, gesturing for the two beautiful women to join him. “Come on, Orihime.” The motherly captain gave Orihime another tender kiss before she pulled away to crawl over to Kisuke’s side, kneeling down in front of his cock. “Mnmhhhh!” went the woman when she stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of Kisuke’s shaft, the taste of Orihime’s juices still thick on his manmeat. 

               Orihime crawled over and joined her friend in licking Kisuke’s cock. “Ohhhh…” Kisuke laid back on the bed and moaned as the two lovely ladies licked his cock. “Fuck…” He put his hands on their heads, enjoying the sounds they made while pleasuring him. 

               Pulling away from the towering cock in front of her face, Unohana looked over at Orihime and winked before sitting up. At first Orihime thought Unohana wanted to give Kisuke a double paizuri but when she turned around she realized the sexy captain had another idea in mind for her former comrade. 

               Kisuke tilted his head back and gripped the sheets when two pairs of asses wedged his cock between their cheeks. “Ahhhhh…that feels amazing…” 

               Feeling Kisuke’s meatrod wedge between her asscheeks and pressing against Unohana’s soft buns, Orihime blushed madly from her sensual assjob. She’d done a lot of sensual things since losing her virginity to Ichigo and even more so after Hanataro and Unohana invited them into their sexual exploits but this felt especially dirty. Her creampied pussy rubbed into Kisuke’s length, her ass growing warm as it rubbed together with Unohana’s cheeks. “Mmmmmh!” As her folds rubbed against the long cock she felt her womanhood heat up. She looked over at the other side of the room, watching Yoruichi suck and jerk off Ichigo and Hanataro. The sight was incredibly hot and spurred her to grind her ass harder. 

               “How do you like it, Kisuke?” teased Unohana, enjoying the pleasured look on her old friend’s face. She raised her ass until the tip of Kisuke’s cock rubbed against her entrance and sending shivers up her spine. She’d forgotten what a clamhammer the former captain had. 

               “I love it…nghhh…” Kisuke bucked his hips, the girls’ cheeks jiggling as his hips slapped their booties. “Cumming! Fuck! I’m cumming!” He let out a string of moans until his cock finally erupted, shooting strings of his hot white seed all over their asses. “Ahhhhhhhh…” 

               “Mmmmmh…” Unohana stuck two fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, pretending they were Kisuke’s cock for a moment before pulling them out. The sticky digits reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while Kisuke painted her ass white with his cum. Sitting up, the horny captain turned around and leaned down to lick Kisuke’s seed off of Orihime’s ass. Her tongue ran along the thick head of Kisuke’s cock, licking up the last bits of cum that dribbled form the tip. Both Orihime and Kisuke moaned from feeling Unohana’s tongue work them good. When Unohana’s tongue left her plump booty Orihime turned around and saw Unohana on her hands and knees, wiggling her rump in front of her temptingly. Smiling, she leaned forward and gave the older woman the same treatment, licking Kisuke’s seed off of her ass. 

               Once both women had been licked clean they turned their attention to Kisuke. The blonde shopkeeper, still hard as a rock, sat up and pulled Unohana into his arms. “Ahhhh…” Unohana moaned as before Kisuke used his deft hands to position her onto her hands and knees. “Oh fuck!” Unohana’s eyes widened when she was suddenly mounted and ploughed instantly. Kisuke didn’t hesitate to go balls deep into the braided captain, slamming into her cervix before pulling out and thrusting back into her. 

               Gripping the sheets, Unohana groaned as her pussy was ramrodded by the long cock. “Oh yes! Ohhhh!” The woman bucked her hips and met Kisuke’s thrusts. Her ass clapped with his hips, bringing the familiar sound of skin slapping together back to the room. Kisuke’s hands gripped her soft ass, smiling as he felt Unohana’s pussy cling to him, her walls slickened by her earlier creampie.

               Orihime watched Kisuke fuck Unohana doggy-style and felt a little left out. She crawled over until she was in front of Unohana and laid down on her back. Unohana smiled as the orangette teenager scooted underneath her until Unohana’s breasts hovered directly in front of Orihime’s face. “Ooooohhhh…” The horny captain smiled wider when Orihime cupped her swaying tits, her cute mouth wrapping around one of her achingly hard nipples to suckle her. “Yes…Oooooh Orihime!” Leaning down, Unohana buried her face in Orihime’s cleavage, returning the favor by nibbling and sucking on one of Orihime’s tits. Her hand snaked up Orihime’s naked front until it reached the previous spot between her legs. The lustful teenager moaned into Unohana’s boob when three fingers suddenly plunged into her honeypot, teeth biting down on her own sensitive nipple. The fingers scissored inside Orihime’s cooch, stirring up Kisuke’s cum while expertly hitting everywhere where Unohana knew Orihime was most sensitive. 

               “Fuck yes…” breathed a panting Kisuke. He wiped his sweaty brow before he decided he couldn’t resist Unohana’s sumptuous ass. Still pounding away at her pussy from behind like a horny beast, Kisuke thumbed the captain’s asshole with his left; his right hand found a new hobby in spanking Unohana’s ass, watching her soft cheeks ripple while painting her fair skin red with his hand’s signature. 

               “Mmmmmmmhhhhh!” Unohana was in absolute bliss, moaning into Orihime’s boob. She bucked harder into Kisuke’s thrusts, feeling him knock at the door to her womb again and again; it was a feeling she craved, devolving into a slut of a woman that the five in the room now knew her as. Her mouth left the orangette’s abused tit to throw her head back, moaning lewdly while Kisuke owned her lower half. “Fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck yes! Ohhhhh! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

               Unohana’s moans were ignored by the three on the other side of the room. Yoruichi’s mouth was completely filled with cock, her orifice stretched to its limit from having two huge cocks shoved into her mouth. After repeatedly sucking and jerking the boys off she decided she wanted to take both Ichigo and Hanataro at the same time. “Ahhhhh!” Her moan was muffled; her tongue flattened by their girths. Pulling away, Yoruichi licked her lips, saliva dripping down her face and smearing onto her tits. “Alright boys, it’s time we had some real fun. Hanataro?” She patted the space of floor in front of her. “Lay down in front of me.” 

               Nodding, the rock-hard medic laid down in front of Yoruichi, his slick cock standing tall like a monolith of flesh in front of her. The horny Flash Goddess slowly crawled up Unohana’s boyfriend until she straddled his lap. Putting her hands on his slim stomach, Yoruichi raised her hips and impaled her pussy on his thick meatrod. “Mmmmmh!” Her mouth opened and a slow moan slipped out. “I can see why Retsu is so crazy about you. Ohhhh…” Her eyes grew hazy with pleasure from feeling her womanhood filled with Hanataro’s girth. 

               Once she was good and settled doing the no hands pole dance with Hanataro, the panting beauty turned her head and smiled at Ichigo, her hands reached behind her. “Come on, Ichigo.” Her hands gripped her ass and spread her cheeks to reveal her asshole to the orange-haired Substitute Soul Reaper. “I’ve still one more hole for you to fuck.” She winked at him. “And I know how much you wanted to fuck me here from how much you always stare at my ass when you thought I wasn’t looking.” 

               “Are you sure, Yoruichi?” Ichigo was a little concerned, even at such a generous offer. Though he was more than happy to fuck Yoruichi in her ass, she neglected to bring any lube for him to ease himself into her. And Ichigo was the last person any woman would ever call fun size.  “Won’t it hurt?” 

               “I’m a big girl, Ichigo.” 

               Taking the lustful woman at her word, Ichigo pushed Yoruichi down until she was laying on top of Hanataro. Deciding not to tease her this time, Ichigo got right to the point and aimed his cock right at her backdoor. The thick head of his clamhammer pressed against the tight ring of muscles, making Yoruichi gasp. As the tip passed through her barrier and slipped inside, Yoruichi wrapped her arms around Hanataro and clung to him tightly while the young man above her began to fill her ass. “Ah! Nghhhhh!” 

               Watching Yoruichi’s face twist with pain from feeling Ichigo fill her unoccupied hole, Hanataro tried to gently soothe Yoruichi. He lay still beneath her, willing his hips not to move while Ichigo continued to thrust into the dark-skinned beauty. “Ah! Ahhh! Ah!” Every inch of Ichigo that pushed into her tight hole made her cry out. Deciding to help out a little, Hanataro put his hands on Yoruichi’s plump rump and focused his Kaido into her. His hands glowed while he eased the pain of her asshole, letting her relax and take the Substitute deeper into her. 

               Feeling the pain in her filled booty lessen, Yoruichi kissed Hanataro on the cheek. “You’re such a sweetie.” Running her hands through his black hair, Yoruichi crashed her lips into his. “Mmmmmh!” Pulling away, Yoruichi smiled down at him, both boys now balls deep inside of her. “Move…” she whispered, though it might as well have been a scream to both Ichigo and Hanataro. 

               The two horny youths moved in unison, giving Yoruichi the double fucking she desperately craved. Thankfully this was not the first time both men had double teamed a woman; Unohana had made a similar requests to them several times in the past months since they started hooking up. So they knew exactly how to move in tandem with the other to build up a rhythm. 

               Feeling both holes stretched to their limits by the boys’ huge cocks, pumping in and out of her with a hard, steady rhythm, made the headstrong, mature Yoruichi devolve into a moaning whore. Her sweaty body writhed on top of Hanataro’s. Her large, full breasts rubbed into the medic’s thin body, her nipples touching his to make sparks of ecstasy shoot throughout her chest. Her head rolled back while Ichigo pumped into her asshole. She knew she was definitely going to be walking with limp for a few days after this but the pleasure in her bottom from being filled with hot manmeat was more than worth it. “Fuck! I’m…so full!” She panted, her holes making dirty sounds while the boys fucked them. Hanataro watched with aroused glee while Yoruichi’s face twisted.‘It’s a shame Captain Soi-Fon isn’t around. She’d love to see Lady Yoruichi like this.’ 

               “OHHHHHHHHHHHH! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!” 

               Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! 

               The twin sounds of Yoruichi’s howls of ecstasy and her body being dominated by the twin cocks was harshly loud. Fortunately Yoruichi and Kisuke took the precaution of soundproofing Yoruichi’s bedroom to make sure the neighbors didn’t come knocking, plus to keep Jinta and Ururu from hearing Yoruichi and Kisuke knock boots whenever they were in the mood late at night. 

               “Yoruichi!” growled Ichigo. His more animalistic instincts started to take over, spurred on by the tight heat of Yoruichi’s asshole. One hand gripped the woman’s curvy waist, Ichigo’s other hand mimicking Kisuke’s actions and spanking her dark cheeks. “You like Yoruichi?” he teased, his hips continuing to thrust into that tight hole that threatened to choke his cock. 

               “Yes! Oh fuck yes!” Yoruichi’s back arched in response to Ichigo’s spanking. Hanataro seized the moment and cupped Yoruichi’s firm tits. “Ohhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmh!” Her tongue rolled out of her mouth when the medic began to suckle her like a baby. Her head swam with pleasure. She didn’t feel like the legendary Flash Goddess; she felt like a complete and total slut that was getting dominated by two huge cocks. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” Tears started falling down her place as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her pussy was melting from Hanataro’s cock slipping in and out of her honeypot. Ichigo’s cock slamming in and out of her asshole without the slightest resistance felt like a log was shoved up her ass. Her entire lower half trembled when Ichigo was the deepest inside of her, like he was fucking her all the way to her guts. 

               It’d been so long since Yoruichi had been double fucked like this and she missed the exquisite sensation of her body succumbing to sheer, unadulterated ecstasy. Hanataro watched below her, looking up from sucking on her tits as her face twisted into her O-face, the tension inside her about to snap. “Fuck! Cumming! I’m cumming!” she shouted. Her eyes rolled backwards just as she pulled Hanataro into a deep kiss. Her moan of ecstasy was lost in the medic’s mouth. The boys both gasped when her holes tightened around their cocks. Her pussy gushed around Hanataro’s length while her body started shaking uncontrollably. Hanataro, already close to orgasm, ran his hands through her purple hair, holding her tightly against him as his cock unloaded inside of her. Yoruichi’s moans grew deeper as her pussy suddenly grew hot with his warm seed, mixing with Ichigo’s in her womb. 

               ‘Fuuuuuuuuuck…’ Yoruichi opened her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to bring her mind back from its mushy state. ‘The boys cum so much. My womb feels like it’s going to burst. I hope the birth control pills Retsu gave me work. Otherwise I’m going to be giving birth to a mini Hanataro or mini Ichigo. Hell, knowing my luck I’d give birth to twins.’ A perverted thought popped into her mind while she felt Hanataro finish blowing his load inside of her. ‘Wonder if Retsu and Orihime would let me borrow Hanataro and Ichigo so they and Kisuke could see who could get me pregnant first.’ 

               That thought was quickly fucked out of her head by Ichigo, who was still pounding her dark booty like a man possessed. “Y-Yoruichi! I’m cumming!” he finally grunted, his balls tightening up and signaling his release was imminent. 

               “Inside! Cum inside my ass!” begged Yoruichi. Her hands left Hanataro’s head to reach behind her and grab her ass. “Cum in my ass, Ichigo!” 

               Yoruichi demanded and Ichigo obeyed. Squeezing his eyes shut, Ichigo started thrusting into her asshole as hard as he could before he finally gave her the anal creampie Yoruichi had been craving. “Yoruichi! Ah! Ahhhhh!” 

               A blast of hot cum filled Yoruichi’s guts. The horny Flash Goddess let out a silent scream as her lower half was flooded with cum. Her stomach felt like it was getting directly pumped full of Ichigo’s white crème. Her body went limp and she laid on top of Hanataro while she climaxed a second time, unable to think while her holes burned with cum inside of them. 

               Ichigo slowly pulled out of Yoruichi’s asshole, watching his seed spill from her gaping hole. Standing up, he left Yoruichi lying on top of Hanataro and headed for the bathroom to clean himself up. While walking he looked over on the bed and the sight of what was happening was enough to get him hard all over again. 

               Unohana was lying on top of Orihime now. Her tongue stuck out, licking the teenager’s lips. Orihime responded in kind and let her own tongue come out to play. The two naked ladies moaned while their tongues collided sensually. Behind them, Kisuke continued to fuck the pair. His hands dug into Unohana’s soft cheeks while he thrusted into her gushing snatch. Not wanting the young, horny orangette to feel left out, after every few thrusts into Unohana’s cooch he’d pull out and slam into Orihime’s. The two busty babes moaned into each other’s tongues while Kisuke fucked them silly. 

               While Kisuke pulled out and slammed into Orihime for the umpteenth time, Unohana smiled at the face Orihime was making. “Your sex face is so cute, Orihime,” she said teasingly, her hands caressing the girl’s face until Kisuke suddenly slammed back into her. “Ohhh!” 

               Orihime couldn’t help but giggle at Unohana’s reaction. “Your sex face is pretty too, Retsu.” She gripped the older woman’s hips, their clits grinding together as their bodies were rocked by Kisuke’s hard thrusting. “Nghhhh!” she groaned when Kisuke entered her again, her moans disappearing inside Unohana’s mouth as she kissed her. “Mmmmmh!” 

               “L-ladies, I’m gonna cum!” Kisuke grunted as he gripped Unohana’s hips, thrusting into her as fast as he could, his hips a blur while the bed rocked and creaked beneath him. He was certainly glad he reinforced Yoruichi’s bed for steamy nights like these, otherwise the bed’s legs would have snapped off from his rough fucking. 

               “Mmmmmmmmh!” Unohana was in a state of never-ending bliss as Kisuke pounded her pussy with raw abandon. She hugged Orihime, her tongue deep in the girl’s mouth, and let out a muffled moan as she came, her pussy gushing around Kisuke’s clamhammer. 
               “Fuck!” Feeling Unohana’s walls tighten around him while he was thrusting like his life depended on it, Kisuke felt that hot pressure build up inside his manhood and pushed as deep as he could go, his tip nuzzling the door to her womb before it released Kisuke’s essence inside of her. “Ahh! Retsu! Ahhh!” The blond man’s eyes saw stars while he emptied his balls inside of his old friend’s cunt, adding to the load already shot into her by Hanataro. 

               Her clit rubbing against Unohana’s, Orihime felt herself start to give in to her body’s craving for release. Clutching the woman on top of her, Orihime closed her eyes and moaned before she joined the two in orgasm. 

               “Mmmmmh!” Unohana felt her mind drift away while her lips remained glued to Orihime’s. The naked women felt each other up while basking in the afterglow of their climaxes. “Ahhhh…” Kisuke pulled out of Unohana and sat back, feeling satisfied as he watched his seed slip out of the captain’s cunt. “I forgot how much of a hellcat you were, Retsu.” 

               Recovering quickly, Unohana rolled off of Orihime and lay on her back, her chest heaving for breath while she put a hand over her womb, the heat of Kisuke’s seed burning hot inside of her. Orihime lay beside her, laying her head on Unohana’s shoulder. Kisuke smiled at the cute scene, Unohana wrapping an arm around Orihime to let the girl cuddle with her. If they weren’t naked as the day they were born, covered in sweat, panting for breath and had cum spilling out of their gaping pussies they’d almost look like mother and daughter. 

               Hanataro still lay beneath Yoruichi, face smothered by her titties. “Mmmmmhh…” Yoruichi hummed while the young medic healed her asshole, his hands gripping her ass, glowing a soft green. Once Yoruichi’s booty was nice, healed and tight again, the Flash Goddess finally got up off the thin healer, sighing as her pussy was emptied of his thick length. “Ahhh, that was better than I thought. Hmm?” She noted Ichigo coming out of the bathroom after he finished cleaning up. She glanced over at the bed and saw that the action had cooled down at Kisuke’s end. “Good. Now that Ichigo is back…why don’t we have some more fun?” 

               “Huh?” Orihime sat up and looked over at Yoruichi. She really liked the all-out orgy they were having but she felt kinda tuckered out at the moment. “What else do you want to do?” 

               Unohana embraced the busty orangette from behind, looking over at the boys next to Yoruichi. “Well, we have three boys here.” Her hands snaked across Orihime’s naked body in different directions. One hand traveled up her breasts and neck until her delicate fingers traced her soft lips. “You have a hole right here…” Her other hand slid down her smooth, toned belly until it reached her creampied cunt, making the girl gasp when her fingers touched her overly sensitive pink folds. “And you have two down here. Tell me? Have you ever imagined what it’d be like to get gangbanged?” 

               Just the word alone was dirty enough. That it was coming from someone as demure and soft-spoken as Unohana made her ears practically steam. “You-you mean…all at once?” So many dirty images popped into her head in an instant that had she not already been in Unohana’s arms she would have swooned back. 

               Yoruichi grinned in amusement. Despite being in a room full of naked people and fucking like rabbits, Orihime’s innocent reaction was cute. “C’mon, Orihime. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of it before?” 

               Orihime was silent. Her hazel eyes went from Hanataro to Ichigo to Kisuke and then back to Ichigo. The look in all three men’s eyes told her they wanted a piece of her and once again that dark, sensual part of her mind whispered into her ear about the dirty fun it’d be to let all three rock-hard men have their way with her. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Orihime nodded. “O-okay…just this once though…” 

               “Dibs on her ass.” Kisuke saw the two younger Soul Reapers glare at him. “What? I called dibs.” 

               Looking at Kisuke’s cock, still erect, Orihime swallowed the lump in her throat. She’d done anal before but only with Ichigo. Still, she could resist the opportunity when it was staring her in the face. Nodding at the shopkeeper, she waited with a racing heart as he laid down next to her and Unohana, stroking himself to keep his cock hard. 

               Pulling away from Unohana, Orihime started crawling on top of him, straddling him cowgirl style. Her heart pounded in her chest as Kisuke’s warm hands touched her ass, spreading her cheeks as she lined up her rear end with the tip of his cock. Biting her lower lip, she lowered her hips. “Ah!” Tears stung her eyes as she felt his tip push into her tight ring of muscles. “Nghhh…” She lowered herself further, the feeling of Kisuke’s shaft stretching her asshole intense to the young orangette. Sidling up to Orihime’s right side, Unohana put a hand over her ass and gave her some quick Kaido to help her relax and ease the pain. 

               “Nghh! Ahh! Ohhh!” Soon Orihime started to move her hips up and down, her ass feeling like it was being split in two by Kisuke’s cock.

               Ichigo dipped a knee onto the bed and crawled over to them. Kneeling in front of Orihime, he waited until the girl had begun to ride Kisuke’s cock as a way to signal she had become accustomed to his girth and length. Halting her riding, Ichigo gave the girl a quick kiss on her lips while leaning her back. Spreading her legs wide, the horny Substitute aimed his cock at her wet honeypot and pushed into her. 

               “Ah! Nghhhh!” The breath was taken out of her as she was double penetrated. The two men began to move inside her, making her see stars. “Ahhh! Oh god! Ohhhhh fuck!” 

               “Damn!” grunted Kisuke, enjoying how tight Orihime’s asshole was around his manhood. “We really…should have thought of this…ages ago!” He couldn’t remember the last time he and Yoruichi had this much sensual fun. 

               Orihime’s moaning was interrupted when she turned her head to see Hanataro standing next to her, his cock, slickened by Yoruichi and Unohana’s juices, aimed at her face. Leaning her head towards him, the healer let his thick mushroomy tip pass through her hungry orifice. “Mmmmmh!” She could taste the other women on his cock and to her weird mind it was the perfect flavor to make Hanataro extra delicious. 

               The sight of Orihime getting fucked on all sides made Unohana horny as hell. She looked over to see Yoruichi on the floor and slid off the bed. Yoruichi sat on her beanbag chair, fingering herself while watching Orihime drown in cock. So focused on the debauchery on the bed was the Flash Goddess she didn’t even notice Unohana behind her till she heard a sudden buzzing. A gasp escaped her lips when a small pink vibrator egg suddenly appeared over her shoulder, pressing against her nipple. “Ah! I forgot! You and your toys…” The Flash Goddess was not surprised in the least when she saw Yoruichi standing behind her, a huge black strap-on dildo attached to her crotch. 

               “We can’t let the boys have all the fun now, can we?” Unohana stood up and the two women embraced. Their lips met in a deep kiss, their tongues coming out to play. Yoruichi gripped Unohana’ soft ass, rubbing her long toy against her slit, earning a deep moan from Unohana’s soft lips. Their nipples rubbed together while they made out, making their tits heat up and make them want each other more. 

               Breaking the kiss, Unohana pulled away from the Flash Goddess and laid down on the floor. Kneeling down in front of her old friend, the dark-skinned beauty gripped Unohana’s thighs, putting her legs on her shoulders. “Oooohh…” Unohana licked her lips when Yoruichi rubbed the thick rubbery head of her toy against her creampied entrance. “Oh! Yes!” Yoruichi plunged her faux cock into Unohana’s snatch, burying it to the hilt and bottoming out the captain’s cunt. 

               Yoruichi wasted no time in roughly fucking her former comrade silly. Unlike Hanataro, who always started things slowly to let the pleasure build inside them both, Yoruichi’s hips slammed back and forth rapidly as soon as she put her toy into the woman. The women became lost in a cacophony of slapping flesh and sinful moans. Yoruichi’s face twisted as the leather harness to the dildo rubbed against her clit, spurring her hips to move faster. 

               “Yes! Yes! Yes! Mmmmmmmh!” Unohana turned her head and dug her nails into the carpet beneath her while her pussy was filled. Yoruichi’s nails dug into her meaty thighs. Leaning forward, Yoruichi pinned Unohana to the floor with her weight, smooshing her bouncing breasts with her own thighs and quickened her pace. “Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhh!” howled Unohana as the horny werecat fucked her into floor. 

               “Hahhh! Ohhhhh!” Yoruichi’s moans grew louder and louder. She missed how sexy Unohana’s face turned when she was in the throes of ecstasy. Her breasts bounced wildly while her hips moved beyond her own control. Her nipples felt so hard that it was almost painful. “Yes! Yes!” She leaned forward, completely sandwiching Unohana between her and the floor and smashed their lips together in a bruising kiss. “Mmmmmmmmh!” 

               Minutes and minutes passed by as Yoruichi fucked her like crazy. She had become an animal in heat, the pleasure building in her pussy building up as the strap-on harness dug into her pussy, her clit on fire as it rubbed against it. Unohana was seeing white, her toes curling and her pussy completely full of fake rubber cock. Her head rolled back while her body tensed. The coil in her belly began to snap and her toes curled. “Ah! Ahhhhhhhh!” she howled. Yoruichi watched as the mature woman became a lewd, squirting bitch beneath her. 

               “Ah! Ooooooh!” Tears of ecstasy started to sting the edges of Yoruichi’s golden eyes. Unable to hold back anymore, the Flash Goddess threw her head back and cried out as she reached her peak. “Yes! Cumming! I’m cumming!” Her eyes rolled backwards; the inside of her strap-on’s harness became soaked from her squirting pussy. 

               Her hips feeling like jelly, Yoruichi pulled out of Unohana and fell to the floor beside the woman. The naked babes cuddled with each other as they rode out their highs. As they kissed, their ears picked up the sounds of what was going on over on the bed. 

               Orihime’s mind was focused on nothing but cocks. The cock in her mouth, her pussy and her ass made her brain completely melt. Her head bobbed rapidly, taking Hanataro’s length as deep as it could go down her throat. The meaty pistons that ravaged her pussy and asshole made her entire lower half burn with pleasure. The smell of the three men’s sweaty musk surrounded her; she was being completely overwhelmed by the horny trio of men and she loved every second of it. “Mmmmmmmh!” It surprised nobody when they saw how quickly Orihime was brought to orgasm. Her mouth pulled away from Hanataro’s throbbing member, her mouth opening wide to moan like a whore. “OHHHHH FUUUUUUCK!” Her eyes rolled backwards; her womanhood gushed around Ichigo’s member and her asshole tightened around Kisuke while they both ravaged her insides. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” 

               The face Orihime made was something that caused both Ichigo and Hanataro to wish they had a camera. Stroking himself as fast as he could, Hanataro pointed the tip of his meatrod at the orangette’s face and threw his head back. “Cumming!” he grunted right as his cock erupted all over Orihime’s face, painting her beautiful face white with his spunk. Orihime, lost in the throes of ecstasy, stuck out her tongue and caught the medic’s seed in her mouth. 

               Orihime’s asshole suddenly clamping down on Kisuke’s cock was too much for the blond shopkeeper to take. “Fuck!” Kisuke thrust into her, his top going deep in Orihime’s behind while he threw his head back on the pillows. “Cumming!” 

               Like Kisuke, Ichigo was unable to hold it in anymore after Orihime climaxed. “Orihime! I’m…I’m cumming!” Orihime’s boyfriend squeezed his eyes shut, slamming the tip against her cervix before he pumped her full of his cum. Orihime went limp as she was filled. Her asshole burned while Kisuke’s hot seed flooded her guts and her womb felt fit to burst, having been filled with so much baby patter. 

               Ichigo pulled out of Orihime and fell backwards onto the bed, his vision spinning while his heart tried to slow itself down. “Fuck…I think my balls are empty after that one…” Kisuke gently lifted the tired, limp orangette off of him and laid her next to Ichigo, wiping her face off with a rag while Hanataro busily healed the damage to Orihime’s sore asshole. 

               A calm silence pervaded the steamy room, the tempest of sex having finally calmed down. Getting up, Yoruichi removed the sex toy from around her groin and tossed it onto the soiled bean bag chair. “See? I told you it’d be fun.” She giggled at the teens’ tired expressions, both of them on the verge of falling asleep from sheer exhaustion. “Wow. Kids these days have no stamina.” 

               “To be fair, their partners were the four of us,” Unohana pointed out, sitting up. She headed for the bathroom for a quick shower. Hanataro hopped off the bed and quickly started gathering clothes, parsing together everyone’s outfits. 

               “True. Even I passed out halfway through my first orgy at the Shihoin Manor…” Once Hanataro was finished healing Orihime’s bottom, Yoruichi walked over to the bed and gently scooped the naked girl up in her arms. “I’ll take them back to Orihime’s apartment so they can rest in quiet. What say we do this again?” 

               “Sure…” replied a tired Ichigo and Orihime. 

               Smirking, Yoruichi opened the window and disappeared with a burst of Flashstep. In the blink of an eye she took the girl back to her apartment, slipping into her home without anyone spotting them and laying her on her bed. A few more bursts of Flashstep later and Ichigo was lying beside her. Once their clothes had been returned as well, Yoruichi left them alone and headed back to Kisuke’s shop, giving each a kiss on the cheek.

               “That…was mind-blowing…” panted Orihime as she cuddled with Ichigo. “Don’t worry though, Ichigo. You’re still the best when it comes to making me…well…cum.” 

               “Likewise, Orihime.” Ichigo wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and they started to fall asleep. “Gonna need you to heal my hips when we wake up.” 

               Giggling, Orihime buried her face in his chest. “And I’m going to need twenty showers…” 

               Orihime fell asleep in his arms, Ichigo following her into slumber shortly afterwards. He had to admit, Kisuke had been right about how fun that was. 

               ‘…I really hope they don’t ask more people to join in. Our hips can’t take anymore…’ he thought before he fell asleep at long last.

The End
