Chapter 2 - Orihime Inoue's Copulating Lessons

Notes - All characters in this story are the age of 18 or above. This means that if a character happens to be under this age in the show canonically, in this story they are to be depicted as an adult version of them. I do not want to nor wish to condone sexual intercourse with minors. 



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Tags - Netorare, Threesome, BBC, Harem, Creampie, Impregnation. 
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Several months passed after Rangiku’s New Years celebration with her black lover, and since then she’d come back to visit the world of the living several times for reasons unrelated to her duties as a Soul Reaper. Needless to say, she had branded herself with the logo of the Black Spade, donning it proudly and to those that understood its significance, was aware of the fact that she was not only in love with, but owned by big black cock. It wasn’t an addiction that Rangiku wanted to shy away from, in fact she felt an inclination to tell each and every one of her close friends about it. Much less a preference and very much so a lifestyle, Rangiku wore her love for her hung Daddy with pride. There were a few times where some of the ladies had asked her about the accessories and tattoos that she’d adorned, and Rangiku would always smile at their questions, hiding the truth with a scarlet red blush creeping on her cheeks. 


Rangiku had visited her human friend Orihime Inoue once, and on the way walking her back home, the older dark-skinned gentlemen that had slept with her over a hundred times in the past year caught a glimpse of them. The moment that the two of them met up, he expressed her interest in Rangiku’s young, busty friend. He’d never seen a woman that looked so strikingly similar to Rangiku, who was a bombshell unlike any other. Her voluptuousness knew no match, her beauty was admirable, those glossy lips with that enticing beauty mark accentuating her already gorgeous facial features, he’d never thought that any woman could’ve come close to her. 


“You like Orihime, baby?” asked Rangiku, excited at his mentioning of another woman. Their relationship wasn’t that of a boyfriend and girlfriend, but more of a master and a dependent cumslut. They were purely sexual, but sometimes harboring intimacy only when they were making love in bed, that love was more so directed to each other’s genitals that provided peerless pleasure that they drowned in. Having never encountered a partner that was capable of drawing out the same sensations that they shared together, Rangiku has always wondered how exciting it would be to share the joys that black cock had given her. 


“Yeah, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a fine woman before. So her name’s Orihime, hmm? She looks pretty young, how old is she?” he asked, curiously. Clearly his interest was piqued, and it was so blatantly obvious what his intentions were. Before they first met, he was completely out of the action, having not had sexual intercourse in years, after Rangiku would pay him nearly daily visits that had completely changed. His hung organ having returned to the state of its prime, his well-endowed tool possessing an unmatched libido that required Rangiku to perform as often as she possibly could. She’d used her sexy lips, that gigantic bust, her plump ass cheeks and that milking white pussy to service him whenever he was hard, especially when she was the cause of it. 


“She’s 18, so you’re just in luck. The only problem is that she does have a boyfriend, though. She’s like, totally in love with him too. That shouldn’t be an issue for you, because you’re so irresistible. Orihime’s such a pure girl, that I wonder if she and Ichigo are even having sex! What do you think? I think Orihime might end up loving black cock even more, too.” whispered Rangiku hotly, sneaking her hands underneath his gym shorts and fondling his cock and balls trying to excite him at the prospect of stealing her. It was something that she’d fantasized about a lot before, sharing a huge black cock with another big-tittied bitch. 


“Ooh, you’re getting really riled up, aren’t you baby girl? It’s hard to imagine with a body like that and the poor girl doesn’t get any action. Why don’t you try setting something up for us so we could meet? I’m getting turned on at the idea of banging both of your brains out, too.” he growled, spanking Rangiku and palming her white ass possessively. He was an avid fan of snowbunnies, that much was for certain. Orihime sounded like she’d provide more of a challenge than Rangiku, who was so slutty that she came craving him from the beginning, teasing the older man with her unfairly proportioned body. Still, he didn’t think it would prove much of a problem. His confidence was brimming considering how he’d tamed one of the hottest women in the world, and that wasn’t stopping him from testing his luck again. 


“Ahn!~... Oh, make a mess out of me, Daddy! I want you to fuck me, right now! I’ll get in touch with her first thing tomorrow, and I’ll set something up for us!” promised Rangiku, practically leaping into his arms as the two quickly got hot and steamy in the house that had essentially turned into their love nest. 


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A few days later, at the beach… 


Orihime accepted Rangiku’s invite for a fun day out at the beach, the two of them going shopping for new bikinis the day before. Rangiku ended up picking the swimsuits they would both be wearing after convincing Orihime to “leave it to her big sister”, giving her a wink that made Orihime extremely happy considering she did sort of look up to her as one. 


What a sight it was to behold. The blazing hot sun shining down with the warm waters splashing on the shore, a faint breeze to cool them down. Rangiku, and Orihime were the most dangerous duo of women to ever grace the sands. Their bikinis attracted all and every set of eyes, men or women, they looked on in speechless admiration. Rangiku was more aware of the lecherous gazes they were attracting, but it didn’t bother. She strutted with every step, there was no bikini too revealing for the bombshell buxom. Her bikini bra left little room for imagination, tasked with the impossible job of containing her curvaceous globes of flesh. Rangiku’s heavenly tits were the largest anybody had ever seen, they were glossy from the sweat accumulating in her cleavage from the hot temperature of the summer weather. It was so unintentionally erotic. 


“Holy shit!…”


“Damn…”


“They’re huge…”


Mutters and whispers accompanied them everywhere they walked by, they captured attention like celebrities for their glamorous, alluring looks alone. Rangiku was unbelievably thick, her matching bikini bottoms resembled more of a black thong that looked like string flossing between her incredible, large buttcheeks. They bounced with every step that she took, her heavy tits jiggling slightly with every movement. Flashing on her sweat glistening rear was her Queen of Spades tattoo that she wore proudly, placed directly on her buttcheek to announce to the world who owned her fine white meaty ass. The message went flying over many peoples heads, but those that knew, knew. 


Any man that would’ve had the courage to even speak up to her immediately failed when they noticed the towering black man walking by her side. Even at his age, he was still a physically imposing person, a foreigner that not many of them were used to seeing. 


Orihime Inoue, it was unfathomable that another woman that rivaled Rangiku’s sheer sexual appeal existed. Rangiku gave off the more mature vibe, but Orihime looked like a younger version of her. Her most distinguishable features were out in plain view, her swimsuit was not as erotic as Rangiku but certainly quite daring in its own right. The floral pattern that she wore on her gigantic cups that were containing her heaving breasts, allowing them to be presented firmly and plump. Her round, pale asscheeks were too abundant to contain. They were spilling out of her thin bottoms, jiggling helplessly as her ample tits and bubble butt were allowed to breathe. Her long luscious hair was bright orange and beautiful, possessing the total package, somehow slender and yet bodacious at the same time. She was far younger than Rangiku, who physically appeared to be in her prime, probably her late 20’s, and her gigantic balloon-shaped breasts showed the potential to reach even hers in the future. 


“I wonder who this man is… I’ve never seen him before! Rangiku didn’t tell me that someone else would become, I’m a bit embarrassed. I wonder how they know each other? He’s a foreigner too, I don’t see many black guys around here…” thought Orihime, keeping these thoughts to herself as she tagged along behind the two. They walked with familiarity like they were a couple, but for some reason she didn’t feel like that was the case. His large paws were glued to her hips, and they were touching dangerously low, his finger resting on the curvature of her ass, sliding down and briefly brushing it with his fingers, palming it possessively. Orihime gasped at the public display of eroticism, wondering how Rangiku would react. She’d expected her to have shown glimpses of anger, but instead she stared at the black man with love in her eyes.


“Maybe they’re a couple?…” guessed Orihime, putting on a see-through garb that concealed her thick, luscious figure for the time being. 


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Orihime loved spending time with Rangiku, who she looked up to for her strength, coolness and beauty. However, she admittedly felt a little out of place. Uneasy at first whenever she talked to a stranger, except she was admittedly intimidated by his burly physique, and otherwise exposing clothing. Rangiku was unrelenting in her flirting, wrapping her arms around his huge biceps, and whispering something into his ear. 


“W-What is he wearing?! I-Is he what you would call an exhibitionist?! H-He must be a pervert of some sort! Why isn’t Rangiku saying anything?!” thought Orihime, averting her eyes after taking notice of the fact that this enormously sized, chocolate-skinned man was wearing nothing but a black man thong that fit tightly around his crotch. His thing as Orihime would call it was all bunched up and rolled at the front, she could clearly see the defined outline and unfortunately the size and girth of his manhood. It was impossible to miss, and the worst part of it all was that he wasn’t even hard. He was slinging around that absolute behemoth of a cock no matter if he was erect or not. 


“Damn, baby. You look so sexy. Wouldn’t you agree, Orihime? I mean, just look at his muscles. He’s so ripped, isn’t he? He kept telling me that he wouldn’t look good wearing this, but that’s not true at all, right?” asked Rangiku, caressing his broad chest and leaning her head against his shoulders. 


Orihime gulped at her painfully embarrassing question. She was wondering what in the world Rangiku was thinking to even pose something so outrageous. 


“S-Sexy?! I-I don’t know. I have a boyfriend, Rangiku! You know this! I’m dating Ichigo now, hmph! I can’t answer those sorts of questions…” replied Orihime. 


“He isn’t here now, is he? It’s just a harmless question, Orihime. Entertain Rangiku, will you? We both know that she’s the curious type.” he snickered.


“Come on, Orihime! Just giving your opinion wouldn’t hurt. He’s a lot older now than he was before, so he’s not confident that he’s maintained his good looks from when he was just a young man. You don’t think his thong is amazing? I mean, look at it! It’s holding in such a huge dick.” expressed Rangiku, pointing at the bulge with the tip of her finger, pressing down onto it gently. Orihime’s jaw dropped at her brazenness, having never seen Rangiku act like this before. As a woman, she understood her own beauty, and Rangiku’s too. She’d seen how she’d interacted with her fellow Soul Reaper friends, and never had she been so horny for one. Orihime had started to research online and learn about the ways to please a man, hoping to one day try them on Ichigo. They were dating, but they hadn’t done much that was different than normal. Sometimes they’d go out on dates, but they’ve only really held hands, and shared a chaste kiss a few times. Ichigo was a gentleman, he’d never even dressed so inappropriately like the stranger sitting in front of her now, his legs spread and shamelessly showcasing his nether region. 


Orihime’s gaze followed Rangiku’s finger, and her face flared up like a tomato with steam emitting from her head, practically overheating at the sight. A man’s genitals obviously wasn’t something that she’d seen in-person, taken aback and left in crippling awe at the intimidating proportions of that massive meat. There was so much of it packed in there that Orihime had no idea how it didn’t slip out, incapable of understanding the science behind that. 


“I guess…” murmured Orihime, shyly keeping her hands on her knees like she was nervous at an interview, trying her hardest not to look in the direction of this perverted couple. 


“Are you wondering why his cock is so big, Orihime? It’s got nothing to do with his age, or his muscles, if you were wondering. I’m sure an innocent princess like you wouldn’t know, so I’ll tell you now. Orihime, did you know that the black men are on a completely different level genetically? They’re naturally taller, stronger, faster, and have better stamina. Everything about them is bigger than what you’re used to… Especially down there. Their genitals are even more amazing than you could imagine. Have you and Ichigo ever had sex, Orihime?” asked Rangiku, seizing her rapidly pumping heartbeat with every word of hers. She was entering Orihime’s brain and untapping all sorts of indecent thoughts and questions. 


Her comments on the physique that black men possessed… It didn’t seem like a lie. The proof was sitting right in front of her. His muscles did look defined even for his age. Ichigo was a lot more lean, he was ripped but his biceps, shoulders, chest, quadriceps, and overall mountainous frame didn’t look nearly like this. For a second, she found herself marveling at this person’s spectacular build. 


“No, we haven’t! These questions are too personal, Rangiku! Even for you!” panicked Orihime, sticking both arms out as if to tell her to “stop”, before covering her face in embarrassment. 


“Sweetie, didn’t we have our girl talk before, in that bath a year ago? We’re like sisters, aren’t we? And so you haven’t, hmm… Have you ever seen his penis before?” she asked, these questions bombarding Orihime to the point where she felt like she could faint.


The old black man readjusted his cock that was jammed inside his thong like it was the most natural thing to do, clearly flaunting his junk. Orihime saw his hand rustling about down there and shot her eyes upwards towards the sky, anywhere to get away, and after the sun blinded her momentarily she darted her head down in her anxiousness. Her mind flashed back as a result of Rangiku’s question, having recalled a time where Ichigo had walked out of the shower without a towel, not expecting Orihime to have entered his apartment after she tried and surprised him. 


“I have, okay! H-Hmph, Rangiku! Even if it’s you, I might get mad!” pouted Orihime. 


“You have? How did it compare to this?” he asked, grabbing his clothed tool and giving it an obscene shake. Orihime felt her breath stop dead in its tracks, the outline of even his testicular region becoming slightly more visible. 


“W-What are you asking?… I don’t know.” answered Orihime with uncertainty. She had no idea why it proved to be so difficult to avoid staring at that absurd object. Telling herself that it was gross and improper, that men shouldn’t be showing their things to women that weren’t their lovers. As innocent as ever, her purity comical with that stacked, sexual and luscious figure of hers. 


“You really don’t know what I mean, girl? I’m asking if it was bigger than mine.” he clarified, confidently.


“No. It wasn’t.” answered Orihime honestly, she didn’t see the significance of penis size. All that she understood was that she was embarrassed when she saw Ichigo’s, but chills were sent down her spine from just taking glimpses at the protruding bulge in this man’s groin. 


“Of course it isn’t, Orihime. Ichigo’s a good-looking guy, but he isn’t black. That just means it’s impossible for him to be built like this, that’s all. His dick probably looks tiny in comparison, right? I mean, there’s no way he can compete with black cock. There aren’t any better in the world than black men. They’re beyond the best at knowing how to treat a woman right in bed. A healthy woman like me deserves gigantic cocks to satisfy myself with, wouldn't you agree?” asked Rangiku, crossing her legs with her fingers gently massaging the nutsack trapped beneath his thing, slipping them in through the sides. 


All of this lewd speech left Orihime’s head swirling. She was beginning to get defensive, feeling that the honor of her precious Ichigo was under attack.


“What do you mean, he can’t compete?! I-It’s not like it matters if his thing is smaller or not. When I saw Ichigo’s, I wasn’t afraid like I am now. What’s so good about black cock, anyways?!” huffed and puffed Orihime in frustration, crossing her arms and unintentionally making her bosom jiggle. 


“Oh, you’ll find out soon, Orihime. You’ve never had sex before from the sound of things, so you wouldn’t know how amazing it feels. There’s no feeling better in the world than getting pounded by a thick, veiny black cock, Orihime. Bigger is better in every way! They like never stop cumming. They can keep going at it for hours. It touches every part of my pussy. Even the taste is different, the smell of dick, how much cum they shoot out… I’m sorry, but Ichigo can try as hard as he can, and he still won’t come close to this. It’s just not genetically possible.” sighed Rangiku, as if she was disappointed. It was true that apart from Ichigo’s cock, he was probably a suitable enough partner for Rangiku, the only missing trait for her was the most important one. She only felt attracted towards black men, such was the mark of the Queen of Spade, a notion that was foreign to Orihime. 


“…” 


Orihime was stunned, she should’ve been angrier, but it felt like a part of her mind was slowly believing what Rangiku was spewing. It sounded like nonsense, but the way she was talking about it so lovingly was convincing. 


“Maybe you’ll know at least a bit of what I’m talking about once Ichigo finally gets the guts to take you to bed, baby!” giggled Rangiku, even the suggestion of that made Orihime blush. 


“Or… If you don’t get taken by a big black cock first.” she whispered, sending her a wink. Orihime’s pussy lips tightened at the improper remark, her face blowing up scarlet red. 


“R-Rangiku! W-What are you saying?!” spat Orihime, trying to sound angry but ultimately failing because of how cute she was.


“I’m just playing around with you, Orihime! You definitely won’t do something like cheat on Ichigo, right? Even if an enticing black man is sitting right in front of you.” grinned Rangiku, patting and stroking along his muscular thighs. 


“Of course not!… I love Ichigo! I-I wouldn’t do those things with someone else for my own pleasure! E-Even if black cock is so great like you say!” stammered Orihime. 


“Ah, she said it!” laughed Rangiku.


“I’ll be damned, she’s way more innocent than I thought.” commented the black man.


“But… You do want to pleasure Ichigo, don’t you? Have you ever even done that before?” asked Rangiku, these nosy, privacy-invading questions coming one after the other.


“…”


“I haven’t, no… I do want to pleasure Ichigo..” admitted Orihime. Her friends always raved about her immaculate figure, she knew that her body was seductive. It didn’t make her comfortable if anyone else said it, but there were times where she wanted to use her looks and magnificent figure to have Ichigo’s eyes look at her in a perverted way. Pure as she was, Orihime realized that there were instances where she’d been a bit more naughty than she’d given herself credit for. 


“Why haven’t you? You’ve got everything going for you, girl!” encouraged Rangiku.


“I don’t know how! I’ve never had a boyfriend until Ichigo. I don’t have the faintest idea how to do those things… I want to, but I’m afraid that I’ll mess up, or he won’t like me, or-…” stuttered Orihime, coming out and telling the truth.


“You’re soooo adorable, Orihime! Leave it to me! Trust me, I know all about what it takes to pleasure a man! After everything I’ll teach you, Ichigo will be fawning all over you! He probably wouldn’t ever want to let you go if you learn from the best!” proudly stated Rangiku. If there was one thing she had the utmost confidence in, it was her ability to stimulate a man. She didn’t even need to put in any type of effort, most of the time. She graced the eyes of men all around from simply being there. Her body was a treat in itself, absolute eye candy in every definition of the word. 


Orihime’s eyes lit up at the mention of pleasing Ichigo. With guidance, she felt like it could be possible. That was more than enough to convince Orihime. Always irrational and helplessly enthusiastic when it came to making Ichigo happy in some way, shape or form. 


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“You should definitely bring Ichigo to the beach, I bet he’ll be so flustered seeing you in your bikini! You could definitely get away with showing more skin, guys love that!” mentioned Rangoku, Orihime was nodding her head in agreement, pumping her fists with her eyes shining and taking mental notes of all the advice she was giving. 


The hulking black man sat back in his lawn chair and sipped on his drink, enjoying the view and smiling at the excellent work that Rangiku was putting in. Her plan had been progressing smoothly, telling him that Orihime would be easily convinced with the promise of satisfying Ichigo being the reward. 


“You have a beautiful body, Orihime. So you gotta use that to your advantage! There’s a ton of women that would do anything to have a figure like ours! I’m not just talking about our tits, luckily our girls have been blessed, but I’m talking about our big butts too.” she said, emphasizing her point by turning around, lifting her fatty globes from her under cheeks, and then dropping them to show off their jiggle. 


“My butt?… Ichigo would like it?” asked Orihime, well aware that guys were interested in that sort of thing, but she always assumed it was just breasts. That’s why she ended up wearing that cleavage-exposing outfit that Urahara told her would make Ichigo happy. 


“Yes, he will! There’s no way a guy like him would just go on and touch it with all of these people around. But… There is one way that it’ll be natural for him to do that. It’ll be your ticket to show him a good time, and get him all excited! Who knows, maybe he’ll try something once you two get back home afterwards.” giggled Rangiku, wrapping her arm around Orihime’s neck and as if she were taking her under her wing.


“Ooohhh! How do I do that?!” she expressed with child-like enthusiasm. 


Rangiku went on to explain what twerking was. A dance that was mostly common overseas, but she could definitely do it and there’s no way Ichigo could complain. There were various places on the beach where music was blaring, and couples were dancing. Rangiku told her that’s where she’d want to go, but for convenience sake they’d do the lessons here. Orihime was absorbing all of this knowledge like a sponge, and she was holding onto every one of Rangiku’s words. 


She then went on to teach her the proper form of twerking, instructing her to always keep her back arched, starting by lowering herself and getting into a squatting position. 


“Pop your booty out, Orihime! Lean forward a bit with your chest a bit, then shake that big butt back and forth!” instructed Rangiku, giving Orihime a visual play-by-play along with her breakdown so she could follow along. Finishing his drink, he placed the bottle of beer down onto the floor. The two gigantic-breasted ladies were giving him quite the show with their tag team twerking lessons, mentally comparing both of their big white asses that were jiggling all over the place. Rangiku’s movements were far more provocative, Orihime still getting the hang of things as she was twerking a bit awkwardly. The motion wasn’t quite there but all of that assmeat was more than enticing. Offering her a few pointers to correct herself, Orihime demonstrated that she was quite the fast learner.


“Yes, that’s it, Orihime! You don’t have to only shake it up and down like that, either. There’s a lot you can do with these hips of ours. Hey, Daddy. Mind coming over here?” asked Rangiku, beckoning at her black lover and arousingly shaking her ass for him as a lure. Orihime tilted her head at what she’d just called him, but stepped a bit further away and picked up her gown to cover herself once more.


“Sure thing, sweet cheeks.” he laughed, standing up from his seat and making his way towards the two girls. Orihime stared upwards at him meekly, always aware of his presence. 


“This is better demonstrated with a partner, Orihime. You’re not just going to twerk in front of Ichigo, you’re going to twerk on him. This is what we call “grinding”. It’s a bit of a dirty dance that can be playful, but dangerously seductive.” explained Rangiku, smiling lustfully at who Orihime assumed was her boyfriend, noticing how far she backed up into him. She didn’t expect Rangiku to smash her butt against his crotch area, having not known that those vulgar movements would be taking place directly on Ichigo. 


“Make sure your butt is really pressing against him. This is going to feel amazing for Ichigo, but remember to have some fun with it yourself! It might feel good for you, too.” winked Rangiku, sexually sliding her gigantic pale ass up against his bulge, smothering it from the bottom then rising to the top. Orihime gulped at the tantalizing moves that Rangiku was showing, trying to pick up on every minor detail. Rangiku flipped her beautiful blonde hair over her shoulders, and glanced back at the beefy black man that had seized control of her wide hips, holding onto them while Rangiku teased his member with her fat milky backside. 


“You like that, daddy?” purred Rangiku, earning a spank on the left cheek in approval. Orihime felt her heart skip a beat from watching this shameless couple, having never expected that Rangiku would have a boyfriend from the Human world, not to mention the fact that he was coincidentally black. Interracial relationships weren’t common considering that they’d hardly had a population of black people regardless, and Orihime had never seen Rangiku act like this with anyone else before. They danced together for several minutes, Rangiku demonstrating all sorts of moves that Orihime was trying to remember, evidently trying not to be distracted by the fact that there was a black man with a massive package of meat positioned on the rump of the woman she was studying. Orihime learned that grinding had a lot to do with the hips and the buttocks, supposedly it provided the male partner with a pleasurable sensation, and she admittedly felt excited wondering how Ichigo would react if she did this for him. 


Her amateur moves wouldn’t cut it, so Orihime wanted to learn and practice. Rangiku looked like an expert, and judging from the look on the face of that towering man behind her, Orihime judged that Rangiku was doing a good job. She fidgeted nervously, feeling bashful at what felt like a public display of arousal.


“What a daring couple!…” she thought, believing that Rangiku and her lover might be some type of perverts. 


They almost lost track of their objective, Rangiku had a deep blush on her cheeks and a fierce look in her eyes. She wanted that big black cock pushing against her now, but it wasn’t the time. Rangiku showed her restraint only after biting her bottom lip, feeling that sturdy dick hump her thong-covered rear and hearing him grunt above her head and into her ear. Rangiku tapped him on the elbow, and he nodded his head and took a step back with a heavy breath, Rangiku begrudgingly separating from his front and tumbling forward with her heaving breasts jiggling on her chest. Orihime didn’t realize that she’d been staring this whole time, for reasons other than wanting to learn how to grind like Rangiku. The salacious blonde blew out hot air from her lips, recollecting herself and suppressing her urges, clearing her throat before smiling at Orihime. 


“Okay!~ Now it’s your turn!” cheerfully said Rangiku, motioning for her to come closer. Orihime turned her head slightly wondering why this was necessary, keeping her own gentle smile on to mask how flustered she’d been. 


“Turn for what exactly, Rangiku?”


“Your turn to practice, silly! Come on, take off that gown! You gotta show us that big butt of yours. If any other girl had your body they’d gladly show it off! Stop being shy.” encouraged Rangiku, bringing Orihime closer in by her arm. 


“H-Huh?! I-It's not that big, is it?” asked Orihime, complaining at the way Rangiku described it.


“Oh, it’s big. You’ve got one of the fattest asses I’ve seen on a white girl.” said the tall black man looming behind her, Orihime couldn’t shake off his presence, jumping slightly at his words. He would so casually sexualize her despite knowing that she already has a boyfriend, Orihime didn’t know how to deal with these types, terrible at rejecting or turning anyone down. Confused because she’d assumed that Rangiku was his girlfriend, yet he was able to make improper comments like that, the whole ordeal perplexed her. Orihime reached behind her and covered her butt that was already mostly covered by her gown. 


“That’s not a bad thing, girly! What was his name again… Ichigo, was it? He might like huge asses too, I mean, who doesn’t? I know for sure that black men like me love it. So I’m definitely not complaining. It’s a really nice and plump ass.” he snickered, his attitude and approach to sex having changed drastically from a year prior after Rangiku helped reawaken this lewd side of his. There was an emphasis on the intermingling of their race, remembering how his late wife was a faithful Queen of Spades to him; he wanted to convert more bitches into one in her honor, and for his own greedy pleasure. 


For some reason, Orihime felt complimented by the way he talked about her ass. Ichigo was just as pure and innocent as Orihime was, so he’d never once expressed a sexual interest in her. There were a few times where guys would try to hit on her, but Orihime always acted ditzy and clueless, and brushed them off with a beaming smile on her face. 


“Ichigo might like it?… And black guys love my butt?…” wondered Orihime, her tight defenses slowly weakening, needing a bit more of a nudge before cracking. 


“Is it really that nice?” asked Orihime, slowly lifting the back of her gown and looking behind her to check herself out. Her question still somehow possessed her innocence as she genuinely wanted to know what made it attractive, unknowingly teasing him with a little strip tease show. Orihime stuck it out and patted her plush behind with her left hand, feeling it wobble. She tried squeezing it, and was surprised at how small her hands felt in comparison. 


“Yeah, it’s fucking sexy. Your boyfriend is a lucky guy getting a sweet girlfriend like you, with a body like that.” he praised her, making Orihime blush harshly. 


“T-Thank you, you too. Your body-… I mean. I think your muscles look good. They’re really big.” stuttered Orihime, the words slipping out when they weren’t supposed to. 


“What are you saying, Orihime?!” she thought. 


“Oh, you like big guys?” he asked.


“I don’t know… I’ve only ever dated Ichigo, so… His muscles are pretty big, but yours are something else. U-Um… I’m sorry if this is rude to ask, but are all black men like you?” asked Orihime. 


“Like me in what way?” he asked, not offended by the question. 


“I mean like… You know, those muscles… You’re really tall, too. Y-You and Rangiku were telling me things earlier, too. Like how black guys are really big and stuff, so I guess I was just curious a bit…” muttered Orihime, realizing that this was a weird topic for her to talk about. 


“It’s a stereotype, but it’s true. Black is a lot bigger, in more ways than one. Do you find black guys attractive?” he asked, persistently. Orihime felt a lump in her throat at the question, tensing up nervously. A bead of sweat dripped down the side of her forehead. The truth of the matter was that she’d found herself staring and admiring his masculine physique several times already, hardly any of it was covered after all, shining in the summer heat. 


“I-I can’t answer that! I have a boyfriend!…” excused Orihime.


“Hypothetically then, if you weren’t dating Ichigo. Do you find black men hot?” chimed in Rangiku, smelling blood in the water.


“…”


“Maybe…” weakly responded Orihime, twirling her hair and staring mostly at the sand underneath her feet.


“Maybe, what?”


“Maybe I might find black guys to be sort of um!~… A-Attractive, okay?! It’s just a positive impression, that’s all. I just think their bodies are nice to look at, and stuff… That’s all! Don’t tell Ichigo I said that, okay?!” pouted Orihime, upset that the truth slipped out. 


“Well, the feeling is mutual, cutie. You’ve got an amazing body that all black men love. A thick white ass, paired with huge heavy tits, not a better combo I could ask for.” he complimented, pulling her gown up for her and checking out her plump bikini butt. 


“T-Thank you.” 


“You wanna grind on me with this big butt, Orihime?” he asked, his deep voice had a stranglehold on her heart. His macho bravado and virile physique was difficult for her to handle, Ichigo had always been her crush but Orihime wondered if her ideal type was somewhat different.


“G-Grind on you?… But I was only going to do that for Ichigo.” she muttered.


“You have to practice first, don’t you, Orihime? You don’t want your first time grinding on Ichigo to go terribly, do you? You need two to grind, you’ll make Ichigo the happiest boy!” said Rangiku.


“…”


“A-Alright… Only for a bit, though! For Ichigo…” weakly muttered Orihime, shuddering when she felt the enormous man creep up behind her. Orihime lifted the gown concealing her mouthwatering body and allowed it to slip off shoulders, dropping to the beach floor. Swallowing some saliva in her mouth, Orihime smoothly rubbed her soft backside with both hands, mentally preparing herself for this. She anxiously stared at that thong of his that was faring even worse in containing his genitals, it was beginning to point upwards and stretching the sides almost to the point of visibly exposing it. The existence of such a frightening cock was so obscene. Orihime couldn’t even imagine before this day that she would actually let it touch her, having only been interested in Ichigo’s this whole time. A combination of her natural attraction towards such a sexually powerful male, and her desire to become even more appealing in the eyes of her lover clashed together with the end product being this scintillating dance. 


“No worries, baby girl. I’m just happy that I get to dance with such a young babe like you.” he complimented her, sensuously sliding his meaty hands around her waist, gently caressing her sides as he got cozied up against her bikini-clad bombshell figure. Maintaining a comfortable distance from Orihime as to not scare her, allowing her to take the reins, her chest leaning forward as she cautiously stuck her arse further out behind her, slowly but surely, until they made contact. Orihime gulped and kept her eyes facing forward, shaking her hips slightly from side to side, moving her big white butt with left to right motions that rubbed against the front of his thong. 


“A-Ah! I-I can sort of feel something poking my butt.” thought Orihime, holding her breath while she continued to sway her thick arse with swinging motions. His bunched up black cock and balls brushed against the roundness of her cheeks, taking a step forward to close the distance between them more. He kept his crotch planted towards her, leaning back and watching Orihime gyrate her hips sexily and bump with her big ass. Starting to feel her partner behind her, her blush intensified as the shape and size of something became clearer. In an almost nervous response, Orihime wiggled faster and harder bringing her hips from one side to the other, carrying all of that extra meat behind her that jiggled with every motion. 


“Yes, that’s it, Orihime. You’re doing great. Rangiku really taught you how to move this thing.” he praised her, pushing his dark, broadened chest until it was completely flush against her back. Orihime’s lack of clothing allowed their direct skin-to-skin contact to feel each other's body heat. In that exposed thong of his with his bunched up genitals, that huge black roll stiffening slowly the longer it dug into Orihime’s balloon-like cheek. 


“I-I’m doing good?’ asked Orihime, a bit short of breath as she glanced over at Rangiku for help. 


“Yes, yes! Make sure you feel your partner, too. Push back against him. Don’t treat him like a stranger, you’ll be doing this with Ichigo, aren’t you?” said Rangiku.


Orihime gathered her resolve and then slammed her white bikini buttocks into that burly crotch. She yelped at the feeling of his prominent bulge stopping her doughy rear flat, his grip strengthening and becoming more possessive, securely gripping her curvy sides. Orihime shuddered slightly at the collision, an unmistakable feeling that she couldn’t deny. She knew for certainty that she was pressing against her thick cheeks was none other than the beast bunched up behind that man-thong. 


“A-ah, sorry! I-Is that your?…” muttered Orihime.


Orihime wasn’t daring enough to continue as is, sliding her buttocks towards the left, trying to instead dance onto his upper thigh, avoiding contact with that tremendous beast. It was so warm and long, the heat could clearly be felt on her skin, she underestimated how intimate this form of dancing could be. Orihime felt everything, from the shape to the outline of it, her scarlet-red flushed face and odd behavior giving away what’d just happened. 


“No, no, Orihime! That’s all wrong! You’re supposed to grind all over his dick, baby. That’s what makes it feel good. That’s what’s going to make Ichigo fall even more head over heels for you!” explained Rangiku. Orihime was grabbed roughly back into place, the huge black mass behind her shifting his hips back into their original position, demonstrating excellent patience. Orihime nodded her head as if she understood, but her mind was too clouded with thoughts to be thinking clearly. Even if it was for Ichigo, was it really okay to be touching this black behemoth? Orihime kept jiggling her ass from each side, allowing him to press himself forward until she felt her buttocks sliding back over top of it. A mere dance she might’ve convinced herself this to be, it was impossible for Orihime to ignore the fact that his privates were comfortably nudging against her. 


“I-It feels good?…” she repeated, closing her eyes with her mouth opening slightly, leaning forward and sticking her plump butt out backwards. Orihime aimed directly for that sweaty, trapped clothed engorgement this time, and after smushing it against her curvy round cheeks, Orihime gyrated her hips in a sinful rotation. 


“Ggh!…” he audibly grunted behind her, his fingers sticking to her dainty white skin, Orihime looked back to see her fat ass tease and massage the dick in up and down motions. Bunched up in his thong, Orihime’s slow grinds stimulated his half-hardened prick, shooting more blood that rushed towards his groin, the veins bulging on his cockshaft while his balls started to gradually feel fuller and bloated. He kept holding onto Orihime but didn’t influence her movements, letting her work him, feeling her breaths become more rushed and intense. 


“W-What is coming over me? A-Ah. This is crazy. J-Just a dance, but I can clearly feel his… Rangiku told me I’m supposed to do this, though. Right on his big thing… Rub my butt against it. T-This big butt that he likes.” thought Orihime, flustered at the thought while she twitched her hips, letting her beautiful orange-colored hair flow while she fluttered her hair and tucked past her shoulder. 


“Yeah… That’s it, Orihime. Right there. That’s the spot. Make sure you press it all over my junk, baby girl. If you ever visited where I’m from, you’d be the most popular girl around. Black men love getting grinded on by a fat white ass like this. ” he encouraged, gently holding her waist and watching Orihime plant her thick dough ass firmly onto his crotch. He couldn’t hold back his vulgar wording, not when Orihime’s provocative moves were this arousing. She didn’t realize how much she loved hearing about it, Ichigo would only sometimes compliment her looks which she loved on those rare occasions, he wasn’t very talkative on that subject, and sometimes he clumsily insulted her weight of sorts. Although the comments were anything but romantic, inherently sexual, Orihime felt more confident in her dancing skills, and her voluptuous body. Sometimes she felt embarrassed for being so busty, a lot of the other girls weren’t as curvaceous or endowed like her. It felt validating to know that her body type was a perfect match for someone else. Apparently, a whole race of men, hearing his hot grunts about how black men like him loved her thick bum. 


Subconsciously, Orihime kept silent to herself, but her movements were anything but bashful. Rangiku really taught her how to move, she was becoming less reserved the friendlier they’d gotten. Everything from the heat, the stiffening hardness, the mammoth length, Orihime felt it on the meat of her ass. Biting her bottom lip without realizing, Orihime dropped her ass lower, her hands sliding down onto her knees, placing them and remembering everything Rangiku said about twerking. Her tremendous set of cheeks comforting the growing erection that nearly poked out of its thong obscenely, Orihime vigorously shook her buttocks until her flesh rippled all over his pleasure-receptive area. 


“Yeah, I’m sure that boyfriend of yours is gonna love this. Hell, I don’t think he’ll even know what to do with all this ass you're packing back here, baby!” he chuckled, giving her fanny a resoundingly loud slap with playful intent. Orihime yelped but never stopped shaking her ass, finding her rhythm and balance while slowly taking her hands off of her knees, raising her hands high in the air and never stopped glancing back towards the tenting speedo. Her huge udders were slapping back against her chest, Orihime’s frantic, energetic movements earned a manly grunt of approval that Orihime took as a sign of positive results. 


“I-It’s getting harder… I can really feel it digging into me…” commented Orihime, observing the enlarged undergarments, feeling his thick fingers cling onto her wet skin, now grabbing her hips and guiding her suffocating asscheeks to press into his pseudo, soft-thrusts. Orihime’s half-naked ass was getting dry humped, bumping against it hard and smoothly moving herself against the surface of the gigantic cock, reaching back with her hands attaching to his hip, grounding it hard and then bringing it forward only to smash back harder into his groin again. For the past few seconds Orihime didn’t even remember what she was thinking, the huge black man seemed pleasured by her actions, his teeth were gritting together and his hips started to thrust against her. Even Rangiku was taken aback, never expecting Orihime to fall for this so easily. The direction that his hulking cock pitched upwards left the sides visible past the shadow casted over it. 


“You’re a natural, Orihime. With such a naughty white ass like this, you’re making me so excited again. Can you feel it? That black cock is getting hard because of you.” he whispered huskily, emphasizing his point by sliding his clothed member in between her sandwiching cheeks. Orihime let out a soft gasp, pausing for a moment feeling the presence of that gargantuan object residing against her asscrack. Orihime felt that it was time to stop, yet she couldn’t do it. 


“Oh my god, you’re making him hard like a rock! You’re killing it, Orihime! Keep going. Ichigo is going to love this!” cheered Rangiku. 


“H-He will? Will his one get big like this?” she wondered aloud, Rangiku paused for a moment before responding.


“Oh, no, no, no, girl. He’s got a really special cock. There’s a reason why us girls always talk about big
black cocks. They’re huge, so incredibly thick, produce fertile semen and shoot out so much of it with incredible force! It’s the best cock a woman can get! There’s a saying that goes around that says “once you go black, you never go back”, that’s not a lie. Ichigo’s not black, honey. So there’s no way his penis could ever grow like this. That monster tool that you’re feeling sliding between your ass right now, that powerful cock… You’ll have a lot of trouble finding it anywhere else, honey.” explained Rangiku, her words were almost brainwashing. Orihime was stunned, discovering that Ichigo’s erection wouldn’t amount to the inconceivable boner that she felt now. It was equally as shocking as it was disappointing. Silently pondering it, wishing that Ichigo could’ve been like this. 


“…”


“It’s really, really big…” mumbled Orihime, that tantalizingly slow caressing of his front using her thick peachy bottom to ride along his thong with vertical and downward motions. 


“What is?” he asked, his hands becoming better acquainted with her porcelain skin. Whether it was due to the blazing hot sun or the steamy dirty dancing, Orihime’s skin was beginning to sweat. His black hands gently tickled her navel and flat belly, rotating her bubble booty in circular motions dragging his enormous meat for a spin.


“Your-… You know what…” said Orihime, that deepening red blush coating her cheeks.


“Say it.” he encouraged her, his deep voice was difficult to refuse when he demanded something so firmly.


“Black cock.” hushed Orihime, her glimmering eyes never meeting his because it was so focused on the prize. After getting pushed towards saying it, Orihime shoved her ass hard into him, applying enough force to make his hips push backwards, building friction on his barely covered genitals after twerking up a furious storm right on top of it. Orihime was coated in a light sheen of sweat with her erratic ass bouncing, dropping the pre-tense of grinding for a moment and returning her energy with real fucking motions that rocked Orihime back and forth against his phallus.


“Damn, sweet cheeks! Your ass is really turning me on. If you weren’t so in love with that Ichigo boy I’d stick that black cock right in this big beautiful thing.” he said huskily, swinging his right arm and slapping her wobbling assmeat and giving it a bouncy jiggle of his own. Orihime let out a low moan from this treatment, eyes closed and her bottom lip trembling and bitten while his lump of pure muscle brushed against her clothed asshole and between the fat crevice of her ass. Igniting Orihime who had a flash of imagination wondering what that would be like. 


“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?” he growled. Humping her more forcefully, precum staining the tip of his white thong, Orihime threw her ass powerfully into his crotch that was capable of taking her force. She couldn’t bring herself to say it. She didn’t want to believe it. The fact that she really did feel like if she did take this huge black cock in her ass, it’d feel incredible. Already rubbing against it was stimulating her pussy to an unknown extent. Orihime was practically giving him an assjob, her sweaty cheeks now clenching around the shaft as she pressed into him and dragged her ass down towards his crotch, only to lift it up again and repeat the same stroking motion. The notion of betraying Ichigo swamped her with guilt, but her actions were doing the talking that her lips and gums weren’t. 


“Don’t worry, I love this fat ass too.” he growled, straight-up dry fucking her cheeks, thrusting against it. Orihime was too lost in her own pleasure to even notice his grabby hands sliding up her slender stomach, brushing against the underside of her voluptuous tits.


“No… No…” she muttered weakly, her words failing to utter those lies. Orihime moaned sexily while his straining erection twitched in between her smothering hotdogging, looking away and pretending that she didn’t see the pair of mitts that were hovering over her gigantic melons. Rocking back and forth from the motion of his enthusiastic hips, Orihime’s swaying tits were clutched by his ravenous hands, squeezed firmly which elicited an impassioned moan from the orange-haired buxom. Dangerously horny from the elicit contact happening in two separate areas, Orihime’s bikini bottoms were noticeably dampened at the crotch area, his strong thumbs swiping across her clothed nipples that were still being covered by her revealing cups. 


“God, I wanna fuck you, Orihime. I'd treat you like you deserve. Fuck you nice and hard, baby. Punish you for being such a slut.” he whispered hotly into her ear, tickling her earlobe with his breath. This was all spiraling into something that Orihime understood that she had to end, but was ultimately powerless combatting not only against this black man’s unyielding lust but her own libido that was seizing control of her mind's rationale. Their sweaty bodies pressed flush together, the tent pitched in his thong poking out of her asscrack while the shaft buried between her doughy flesh. Orihime leaned her head back onto his broad shoulders, feeling that strong pillar of support behind her that was his genetically superior body. 


“Give you your first black cock, baby. Nobody else gonna be able to fuck you like I can.” he promised confidently, fondling her pale mounds of titflesh assertively and forcing out another slew of moans from her. Orihime kept slamming her hips back into him a dozen times, squishing his towering meatstick against his lower abdomen, it was like her body was commanding her to accept that divine cock inside of her. Orihime’s ass was trying to fuck itself with his tempting tool. After thrusting back into him for nearly a whole minute, she felt the wetness from his thong-clad tip rub against her skin and leave behind a moist trace of liquid behind.  Wanting to show her what she’s missing out on, both of his hands released her breasts and then closed around her neck, choking her slightly while his vehement thrusts now resulted in his tip pushing against her puckered hole trapped beneath those skimpy bikini bottoms. Orihime nearly came as her eyes shot wide and her mouth flying open, head thrown back while shaking her fat ass up and down with her cheeks flexed. His heated breath against the back of her neck, ballistic thrusts causing her voluptuousness to jiggle in their pale glory. 


“Hhngh! Hhngh! Ahhn! Ah! Ah!…” lightly moaned Orihime, the impromptu assjob had his masculine grunts pouring out as spurts of ejaculation spilled out of his soaked cum tip and stained his thong that was dampened by the liquid. His hulking cock twitching violently as he came what he considered little, the syrupy semen sticking onto his undergarments as he dry humped Orihime’s ass to completion. He tilted her chin upwards, grabbing and turning it to face him, where she was greeted by the sight of the tall older black man staring right back down at her. The erotic spark between them was insatiable, Orihime’s dewy eyes seemed entranced staring into the face of the man that was bringing out the worst in her. The dirtiest of feelings, an adulterous lust that couldn’t be contained. His thumb swiped gently across her bottom lip, and then he leaned it, seeing that huge set of lips approach her, Orihime was almost dazed enough to let it happen. 


“N-No kissing.” grunted Orihime through the light chokehold he still kept her in, still managing to maintain some semblance of loyalty to her boyfriend. She wanted to, so badly. Orihime was flooded down below.  


“How about just the tongue then? We can kiss like the French, there’ll be nothing romantic about it.” he snickered, that flawed logic making zero sense to anyone that was thinking coherently. 


“J-Just the tongue…”


Orihime’s heart squeezed trying her hardest not to cum harder, lewdly sticking out her tongue and opening her mouth, in the heat of the moment accepting that nonsensical proposal and avoiding the contact of their lips. Within a second, she felt the smooth texture of his large oral appendage swipe over hers, covering it entirely while their saliva mixed together. Yearning for any type of simulation, Orihime licked his thick tongue back in response, the two of them massaging each other's muscle at a sensuous pace while her hips rolled in a scintillating manner. 


“Ahhh… Ahhh…” moaned Orihime out of her agape mouth, captivated by something utterly profound, a lustful attraction that she’d never felt. His crotch still buried against her white rear, Orihime sexily grinded her meaty ass in slow, but deep up-and-down motions. After completing several moves like this, she clenched the shaft between her curvy globes and bubbled him with side to side movements. Half-lidded eyes as they breathed each other's breath, tongues powerfully flicking together, wrestling. Tasting the other's tongue, overpowered by his own, inexhaustibly licking together, his saliva slowly entering her mouth. 


“Oh, fuck. This is so hot.” moaned Rangiku, this public display of sluttiness, having never expected Orihime to falter this hard.


Possessively clutching her soft face, bouncing her arse against his painfully erect schlong that was already peeking out of his thong. Orihime closed her eyes and hummed, lost in her own little world while pheromones started to creep into her brain. 


“If you learned how to kiss Ichigo like that, he might really take you to bed.” said Rangiku, manipulating the situation. Through mentioning Ichigo, she worked towards Orihime’s heart. It was a ploy to trick herself, because after hearing what Rangiku said, the image that flashed in her mind wasn’t Ichigo taking her to bed… It was the thick-skinned, massive black man that was pushing his remarkable manhood against her. Orihime had to stop lying to herself at some point, masking her attraction was impossible, she’d completely forgotten that what they were doing was considered a dance. Already smothering his front with her doughy bottom for the sole purpose of feeling its magnificence against her, astonished by the astronomical proportions, naturally drawn to the superior mate. 


“Take me to bed…” thought Orihime, pausing for a moment, before darting her head forward and smashing their lips together consequently. The black man’s eyes shot wide open, holding her still by the neck while Orihime’s eyes were now closed and she was blushing mightily. Her glossy full lips were thick, nearly similar to Rangiku that boasted the sexiest pair of lips around, standing closely while she watched. Orihime clumsily mashed their lips together as she relied on her passion to carry her through, they made out quickly and sloppily, wet and clearly aroused as his member was being jerked between her massive cheeks. 


“Kiss me too, daddy…” pleaded Rangiku, standing on her toes and grabbing his huge shoulders to lift herself up tall enough to meet him. Releasing Orihime’s puckered lips with a wet smooch, he stuck his tongue and met Rangiku in the middle, with the orange-haired buxom watching a close-up view of their masterfully lewd kiss. They were like lovers with centuries of experience between them, that was the vast difference in what she’d seen. Rangiku’s lips were plump, juicy and kissable. Orihime watched in a daze, still so close that she could smell their breaths and spit, watching their tongues clashing together. 


“Uunghh! Uhh!” lightly moaned Orihime, her nipples were being twisted through their bra and she was tumbling forward because of his hard, aggressive hips. Orihime stabilized herself and planted both feet firmly on the sand, flexing her thick booty cheeks and taking the brunt of his thrusts while looking back towards his crotch. 


“Ooh, woooow. What a huge penis. That tiny thong can’t even hide it. I can see how thick and black it is a little bit from here. It’s so hard… It’s way bigger than Ichigo’s… Maybe twice, or three times more?” pondered Orihime in her trance, while Rangiku and her lover looked like they were in the middle of eating each other’s face, Orihime bumped her round arse back against the bulge trying to move it to stick out the sides. She quickly reached back with her groping hands and gently stroked the tip, touching the first few inches. Orihime let out a shocked gasp with her hand recoiling afterwards, underestimating how hot and giant it felt in her hands. Rangiku finished up and pulled away with thick saliva strands connecting their lips, grabbing the large black man’s cheeks with her hands and then turning him to face Orihime. His moist, fat purple lips were already pressed outwards, and Orihime bashfully closed her eyes and stuck out her own plush lips to receive his abrupt kiss. Before her eyes closed she saw his huge face approaching, slanting his lips against hers and pursuing at a different angle, after smushing their mouths together, he penetrated her mouth with his forceful tongue again. 


“Ahhnn!~ Mmnuuahh! Ohh~…” moaned Orihime, his tongue wiggling around inside of her mouth as he explored her oral cavern. She wasn’t thinking straight anymore, that fiery lust intoxicating her brain, her core hot like fire. Orihime was the girlfriend of Ichigo, and after falling for the trap that Rangiku set her up for, she couldn’t stop her hand from grasping the upper half of his exposed dick. Her womanly fingers brushing the rigid pole like it was a scorching hot beam of iron, rolling her scintillating hips and twerking on it and gyrating herself erotically over top of it. 


“Yessss, Orihime. Grab that black cock! Touch it!” encouraged Rangiku, acting like her subconscious voice, touching the precum smeared tip with her fingers while keeping her jaw wide like she was yawning, that submerged tongue producing thick saliva that she felt the necessity to drink. The older, virile black man grunted sounded primal against her lips. He was rummaging his fingers over her clothed clitoris, driving Orihime insane while humping her daringly. Moving her butt for the sole purpose of pleasuring that meaty appendage, brushing it against the back of her hand, pressing down against it with her fingers, squeezing it experimentally while swiping her thumb against the dampened helmet. 


“Amazing… It feels so thick and heavy!… Ahh, this kiss is making my head swirl. It’s so wet!… It’s so dirty!” thought Orihime, her pussy lips clamping together as she squealed, her crotch flooding with her essence until her bikini bottoms were visibly wet against his fingers. Their mouths moving together like they were starved, her pink full lips smacking against her larger, thicker and purple ones. An exhilarating high that she didn’t want to come back down from, his member twitching in between her monumental cheeks, the seductress in her firmly putting pressure on his black cock that sunk into her bubble of buttmeat while Orihime twerked and stroked the length with it. Her slender fingers squeezing around the base twisting and turning, lifting her leg and shaking her dumptruck with her half-lidded eyes opened and staring at the face of this black man under the spell of infatuation. Their mixed spit slowly drooling past her lips, swallow his virile grunts as his hips started to shake, fucking her clothed asscrack as he rode out the orgasm-inducing dance that his beastly ebony muscle lurched before soiling his thong with copious amounts of sticky cum. 


“Gghhh! Haaghh!” he grunted passionately against Orihime’s lips, who hummed a moan while pushing her lips all the way out, their tongues doing a sinful dance that produced excess saliva that they swapped and drank from each other's mouth. Rangiku pressed down against her mound watching Orihime make her black master cum with her slutty bikini assjob, splattering all over his crotch as they humped together in erratic bursts. Sliding up and down her fatty crevice, the thick smooth pale skin looking juicy and delectable, more cum would be produced after a few of his rapid thrusts. Tongues swirling in circles together, spit clinging to Orihime’s chin, until finally his vehement thrusts began to decrease in pace and mellowed down. Smearing some of the cum that leaked through the fabric onto her glorious plump butt, the tempting motions of her breedable hips while he pushed his fingers into the entrance of her inflamed folds still covered by her underwear.


“Kyaa!~” moaned Orihime intimately, their open-mouth make out session taking place for over a whole minute, their ass grinding slowed down steadily, Orihime lifting her gigantic oval-shaped pillows and wiping it against his calming, semi-softening manhood. After swinging her sinful hips for one final time, speeding it up a notch from her from a tantalizing to scintillating pace, Orihime collected her lips and broke the wet seal of her luscious lips that hotly smooched his.


“Mmm~…•


An audible, noisy plop of their lips after separating, Orihime bent over low and dropped her hands on her knees, fiercely shaking her booty that rippled from side to side for ten seconds, up and down for another ten, then finishing off in a circular pattern before bumping back against him so hard that he stepped back from the impact.


“Oh, fuck, baby. You really know how to work this energetic cock of mine! You call that a dance? Seems to me like you were tryna get me to fuck that ass of yours!” he groaned, slapping her behind and palming it in his rugged hands. Orihime squealed and closed her eyes having just cummed slightly herself, her hot and shallow breaths a sign of her unbearable arousal. 


“Ahh.. I wasn’t.. I wasn’t trying to do that..” weakly lied Orihime, hiding the fact that her moistened pussy was on fire at the thought of it. 


“If not your ass, then definitely your slutty pussy. I felt how wet it was. That white pussy of yours is craving a big black cock! It doesn’t care if you’re saving yourself for that little boyfriend of yours. He hasn’t even fucked you yet after all this time, you deserve better than that! Look what you do to me, baby girl. Let me change your life really quick.” he growled, grabbing her wrists and forcing her hand back into his crotch. Orihime’s thighs rubbed together as she didn’t even try to pull her hand away, yet again it was wrapped around that freakish meat, her fingers unable to meet and touch fully around the girth. A triumphant cock that she didn’t know could even exist. Black men were truly fascinating, having never known the sheer potency of their sexual capabilities. A stereotype that she’d never thought she’d paid any mind to, falsely believing that size and sexual prowess didn’t mean a thing. Orihime underestimated her womanly desires, meeting the gaze of his eyes, spit covering her mouth, an itching in her cunt that was leaking with some of her own wetness. The masculine liquid that was attached onto her assfat, all of it were foreign feelings that she’d never known. Orihime bit her bottom lip, stepping forward and handling that gigantic tool with both hands, she gave it a pump starting from the top to the bottom, her fingers able to directly touch the raw meat from the sides. 


“Orihime. You should take responsibility for getting him like that. Your naughty butt and dirty kissing technique made him all work up like that. It looks so painful, doesn’t it? You should relieve it. Nobody will tell Ichigo. It’ll be our little secret, okay?” whispered Rangiku, rubbing Orihime’s shoulders as she pulled her hand away in a trance, staring at the rope of sperm webbing between her fingers. 


“…”


Rangiku grabbed her wrists then brought Orihime’s hand closer to her face, breathing through her mouth and nose the peculiar smell and fragrance hit her hard and entered her system. 


“Aaah… I shouldn’t-…” 


“Shh. It’ll be okay, baby. You made him ejaculate, look at the mess he’s made. Help clean it up like a good girl, okay?” said Rangiku, leading them both off to a distant location on the beach. 


“Clean up?…” questioned Orihime, who was somehow in a perplexing state of being uncertain and yet fully sure of what she craved. She was still staring at the black man’s dark, built frame as he walked in front of her. 


“Mhmm. It’d be rude of you to let him walk around with all of that cum in his swimsuit! We’ll be cleaning him with this.” explained Rangiku, tapping her lips gently with her fingers, then opening her own mouth and pointing down into her oral cavern. 


“W-Wha?!” 


“Trust me girl, you’re gonna love it. It’s obvious that you’re into black cock. You’re going to have even more fun sucking it off. You’ve got a talent for making it cum, after all.” said Rangiku, winking at Orihime who looked flustered beyond belief. 


“S-Sucking off his?…” mumbled Orihime, eyes darting back and forth between the thong-protruding beast and her friend, Rangiku. It was incredibly wet at the tip, a bubble of white formed on top of it.


“You see that mess he made! Come on girl, right back here.” said Rangiku, leading them behind some rocks in a separate location further from the beach. 


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Rangiku had both of her hands on Orihime’s shoulders, helping her lower herself to the ground until her knees were resting on the nearly sizzling hot sand. Towering before her in his incredible size was the charcoal black man that seemed to stand so tall towards the sky. His shadow casted over hers, and Orihime gulped nervously as there was a silence between them. She was gawking at the immense appendage that she had tortured with her bountiful buns until she forced it to climax. 


“You really got me goin’ there, Orihime. Why don’t you see just how well those dance moves of yours worked?” he said, in his growling voice. He bobbed that humongous dick obscenely in front of her face like a metronome, Orihime acknowledged how wrong it was to even be sitting down here like this. The way that he was looking at her, it felt like he was telling her that she was beneath him. 


“U-Uh.. Auuhh.. O-Okay…” stuttered Orihime, still lacking the confidence to speak as equals with him. She didn’t know why that fearsome prick left her so intimidated. Her guilty conscience left her heart feeling heavy in her chest, stifled only by the heavy arousal that intoxicated her. He pushed his hips all the way out, shoving his crotch centimeters away from her face. Orihime blushed heavily at the monumental package of meat in front of her, the pungent musk of his genitals almost felt like it was  exuding like gas. He brushed the moist, broad thong-covered helmet against her left cheek, smearing the cum against it as Orihime yelped. 


“Lick it off.” he ordered, his voice containing zero nonsense. Moving his gigantic prick over towards her pursed lips that had shut reflexively and tightly, her eyes almost squinting as she was having trouble maintaining eye contact with that stimulating black baton sheathed in white. He gently pushed the fat tip that smushed against her upper and bottom lips, warm and soft they felt, while Orihime felt the density and heat of his manhood. A soft smooching sound after she eased into the tense kiss, eyeing down the stained, slightly bubbling tip and then flicking it with her tongue. The flavourful lick managed to swipe the glob of sperm onto her taste buds that seemed to soak it in. Orihime had a disgruntled look on her face, rocking back on her haunches with her tits wobbling, and swallowed it. 


“Gghhuuu…”


“Good girl. I think it’s time for you to open your present, don’t you think?” he said, jutting his hips and making that huge thing bob in front of her. Orihime’s mouth was drooling behind her closed lips like a donut was in front of her, eyes sparkling, cheeks bright red. Every inch of her senses were pointing towards her wanting to devour black cock. Her trance consuming her entirely, without being ordered to her slim fingers found themselves grabbing onto the undergarments proving to be an obstacle in her way. Tugging it down impatiently, revealing more of his dark chocolate skin. Peeking through the top was a monstrous dark helmet head with white oozing from the slit, menacingly. 


“Haa!… Haa… Haaa…” panted Orihime, her sweet-smelling breath coming out with every heavy exhale and frantic inhale of oxygen. That innocent smile of hers had never looked so depraved, beaming at the sight of the monster ebony cock nearly springing free after pulling it halfway down the length. It took up so much space and had such a daunting presence, the smell radiating off of it was incredible and intense. Her womanly instincts were drawn to it, hypnotized with the immense thing swinging like a pendulum. She’d never found anything so sexy before, Ichigo always caused a stirring in her heart, and not her loins that felt intensely hot to the point where she was dripping wet. The thought of taking a penis into her mouth was so vulgar, so improper and wrong. She knew how wrong it was, and yet it felt so right. 


“I-I’m sorry, Ichigo. Just this once..” muttered Orihime to herself unconvincingly, the tasty-looking black clock had her mouth watering practically able to taste the smell on her tongue. 


“Suck that black cock, baby. Lick it clean. Your big butt is the reason I came so much.” he grunted, repeating it like he was drilling it into her head that it was her fault. Orihime was easily swayed, feeling guilty that she was the root cause of this. It wouldn’t sit right with her if she didn’t make amends.


“Okay… I’ll suck black cock…” whispered Orihime, an almost apologetic look on her face, still feeling sentiments of shame for Ichigo. She carefully grasped the heavy meatpole with her womanly fingers, holding the beast still and feeling every throbbing vein, it reeked of masculinity and the aroma of semen. Before making contact, she hesitated, Orihime couldn’t easily bring herself to take such a deep step into adultery. She wasn’t the type of woman to do it so easily, and she continued gawking with bewildered eyes, flustered, aroused, lost. She didn’t come back until her cheeks were cupped in his hands, he dropped down to his knees and smacked their lips together after swiping his tongue across hers. 


“Mmmm~…”


A wet smack of their thick lips, she regained that itch in her crotch that returned in full force. Orihime was dazed as he stood back up, shoving his crotch into her gorgeous face. 


“Come on, baby. Take it into that pretty little mouth of yours.” he growled, the way that he asserted his dominance over her so naturally was electrifying. Orihime was dazed as she watched him tower above her again, standing tall before her with that salty ebony smell flaring her nostrils. It slowly brushed in its rigid darkness across the ultra soft skin of her cheeks, hearing her whimper as it sometimes smoothly skipped over and at others gripping it lightly kissing parts of her immaculate face. Even without makeup Orihime was an absolute stunner, she was flawless in every definition of the word. Pretty snow bunny girls sucking black cock, a dangerous combination. It was almost hot to the touch with how blood was rushing to his genitalia and maintaining that flow, it was so erect and intimidating that Orihime couldn’t even express what she felt, peeking with her eyes half opened as he wiped it all over her anxious face, her close puckered lips, heart pounding in her chest as the scent invaded through her nose and intoxicated her brain. 


“I think she likes it.” teased Rangiku, seeing Orihime rub herself intentionally against the fat black hog like a cat showing its affection. Orihime sat down like a good girl with both hands on her knees that were folded beneath her, her eyes having trouble choosing between closing them to shy away from him or to keep them peeled and admiring the gigantic behemoth. The way that it slid across her sealed lips that felt glossy and plump against it, stimulating the dick that casted a shadow over her face before pulling it back and angling the huge dark tip with her lips. Orihime gently pushed them out to receive the kiss that it planted, closing her eyes and humming while pushing more firmly against the precum riddled head. His glans felt enormous, that innocent look on Orihime’s face making him aroused as he wiped her pink lips with his burly tip. Smearing precum across it, holding Orihime’s long orange hair in a ponytail, her respectable resistance didn’t hold for any longer, there was only so much temptation a woman could handle before falling victim. 


“Eat that black cock, sexy girl.” said the old black man, watching as Orihime pouted in frustration, leaning forward as she opened her mouth wide with that exhale carrying her warm breath onto his tool. Slackening her wet lips as her jaw stretched out, Orihime looked silly trying to fit the huge thing into her lips, failing at the first attempt as they slid halfway over the dark helmet. Determined to do things right, remembering how easy of a chore it would be to suck Ichigo off if she managed to successfully blow off a big black cock in his stead. After it slipped out of her mouth Orihime didn’t quit and showcased her vigor, engulfing it back into her wet and incredibly sweet mouth as she bobbed her head as deep as she could go. Tightly gripping the dense meat with her plush lips that pressed down around it, Orihime avoided the use of her teeth and managed to inhale the first four inches and fling her head back and forth. Her tongue flinched upon first making contact as if it shocked her taste buds at the pungent taste, Orihime turned her head and moaned while sucking him hard. 


“What is happening?! I really put this thing inside of my mouth! What’s with this? It’s so thick and heavy that I feel it pressing against my lips. The smell is so strong… The scent of a man. It doesn’t taste the best but why is it making my mouth so wet? Ahhnn. What is this? It’s so dark and big. It’s so amazing…” thought Orihime, sloppily dragging her lips across the shaft, managing to swallow more of it even every time. She was almost trying to impress him, ever so often glancing at the pleasured look on the black man’s face. Realizing first-hand why they were deemed so sexually superior, the wet whimpers that left Orihime’s mouth that she was stuffing full to the brim, rubbing against the insides of her cheeks as she tried to suck it whole but ultimately failing. Forgetting to breathe after wiggling her head back and forth a dozen times for good measure, Orihime gasped for air after plopping out of her lips with her tongue still attached with a spit string that connected his tip. 


“It almost looks like dark chocolate.” giggled Orihime sweetly. 


“How does it taste?” asked Rangiku, huffing the strong bicep of this virile man. 


Orihime lewdly gazed at him while flexing her tongue and dragging it across the bloated cumvein, licking it like a melting popsicle. She never drooled this much even when looking at donuts, infatuated to a level she never reached before. 


“A bit salty.” mumbled Orihime, smacking it against her wet oral muscle, the dark ebony taste was so exotic that she couldn’t describe it. Covering the huge undershaft and letting it glisten in her saliva, the warmth exuded from her breath as she breathed through both her mouth and nose while worshiping him with her slimy tongue. 


“Do you like it?” asked Rangiku. 


Orihime looked away in shyness, she was so bashful despite acting so provocatively. She weakly nodded her head, and to avoid any judgment Orihime closed her eyes shut, licked her lips wet and pushed them out like she was prepared to receive a kiss. Instead, the black bull cock clubbed against the round balloon of her tits, and then smacking against her puckered, smooth mouth. He kept lunging forward slightly until Orihime’s lips would incidentally mush against it, loud enough to make a smooching sound. The big breasted orange-haired beauty continuously placed kisses all over the tip, under the ridge, and over the shaft. Returning them by coming back and pushing against it more firmly. Ten, twenty, then thirty of those wet sloppy-sounding kisses and Orihime didn’t stop.


“Can I cum inside that pretty mouth of yours, girl? Look how hard my black cock is for you. You love black dick, don’t you? I’ll keep it a secret from your hubby, just let me nut in that mouth of yours once.” he grunted, swiping the bangs blocking her face. 


“Mmmhhmm!~” moaned Orihime, violently bobbing her head back and forth, controlled by her outrageous libido that couldn’t be denied. Her long, pink tongue slithering out and lapping at the taut skin of his smooth, burly black cockhead. Her lips tightened around the ridge and created a wet section as her cheeks sunk in until they were fully hollowed out as she sucked hard like a vacuum. The residual taste of his tangy sperm that was all produced due to Orihime’s dirty dancing techniques and her fat ass left her salivating at the mouth, working hard for her reward, wanting him to serve well on his promise of letting her taste more of that thick black cum in her mouth. Ichigo wasn’t even on her mind anymore, no longer trying to convince herself that she was practicing her oral sex technique for his sake, her watering mouth felt like it belonged around his manly breeding tool that she twirled her wet tongue around. The flexed muscle helped her drink the sweat and cum off of it, feeling the old man lean his hips towards her, his huge hands comfortably resting against the back of her head. There was no need for him to shove it in because Orihime was already acting on her impulsive lust, her fingers digging into the meat of his thighs, that black anaconda touching every inch of her inner cheek, rubbing along the roof of her mouth, bathing in the saliva. 


“Oooh, baby. Rangiku was not wrong about you, girl. You’ve got a mouth on ya! She told me you’d make the best candidate to be a Queen of Spades like her, you’re built for it! You might not have her lips, but they’re pretty damn close, and you’re sucking like a champ!” he praised, watching her wiggle her head from side to side and hearing the noisy slick sounds that she made. 


“I told you, didn’t I? You’re doing amazing, Orihime. Keep it up, just like that. Take it nice and deep.” said Rangiku, helping her get some of it down by gently pressing down against the dark-skinned hand that was palming her skull, hearing her choke slightly as he intruded the entrance of her gaping throat, feeling it spasm as her tongue coiled around him, spittle leaking down her chin as her hands shifted around his heavy legs to hold his chiseled buttocks. Orihime desperately moaned as she started cumming inside of her thong bikini, exhilarated in her pursuit for black cock cum while she throated and face fucked the ebony manhood without restraint. 


“Mmnhhngg! Sccchlllp! Scckk! Scchll! Gghhoo! Ggwaaakk! Glrk! Glrk!~” 


It sounded and looked so obscene as the humongous hose of dark complexion stretched her gullet while heaving back and forth into her awaiting face. Orihime cupped his big, hard ass and sluttily fellated the old man with the intention of forcing him to finish inside of her mouth. The excessive buildup of saliva felt slithery and slimy around his vascular appendage, her enormous tits swinging and slapping against his thighs, slim tears streaking down her face as she fought with oxygen deprivation to please him. Her cheeks turned from a light shade of pink to a dark red in seconds, forcing herself to swallow in her persistent deepthroating, smacking her lips together and professing her love for black dick through her oral cock worship. A gurgling sound before her throat was literally plugged to completion, nearly managing to plunge the entire thing all the way down, her testicles swaying forward and smacking against her chin. Orihime didn’t feel the uncomfortable pain under the high of her orgasms, feeling his thick black body hover over hers while he leaned down to start barraging her susceptible ass with a ton of harsh spanks. Clapping loudly against the skin as his calloused hands dished out painful abuse to her fatty cheeks, the bubbly mass jiggling like jello as her fabric covering her pussy was further sprayed in her juices.  


“Fucking whore! Cheating black cock loving bitch!” he snarled, inserted so deep inside of her spittle-covered, soaked maw that she couldn’t pull him out easily if she wanted to. Orihime choked and gagged profusely, inhaling dramatically from her nose after pulling back a few inches to breathe one final breath before stuffing herself with a strong and fast thrust to the head. Orihime timed it perfectly and slid the musky smelling dick as farthest as anything except food had ever gone inside of her esophagus, her nose pushing into his pubic bone as she gurgled in animalistic ecstasy, his beefy hips humping into her face. The succulent wetness of her expanded oral muscles contracting around him in the perfect sheathe, creating the ultimate place for him to inject the boiling hot semen that bubbled in his thick ball sack, coursing through the veins in their virile glory until every inch throbbed wildly with incredible strength. His horny grunts almost sounded like moans, starting to thrust himself in and out of her velvety throat, punishing her for betraying her lover in her conquest of sexual satisfaction. The black blur that was his length traveling at blistering speeds, hammering into the deep end of her throat with his satchel of flesh smacking against her face. Orihime’s eyes retreated all the way to the back of her skull, leaking with filthy drool as her throat bulged with his black club, fingernails scraping against his naked asscheeks that flexed along with every muscle in his legs, cursing hotly under his breath as he rode out the waves of his orgasm and erupted in tremendous fashion. 


“Ugghhhhh! Fuckkkkkk! Oh, fuckkk! You nasty whore!!!” he yelled, handling her head in both of his hands that had a death grip over Orihime’s hair, threatening to develop lockjaw with the absurd gaping of her outstretched mouth, stepping towards her and forcing her neck to arch slightly backwards while speedfucking her trachea. The seminal eruption casted her oral cavity in a sea of white, flooding her with the dense gloop that left her full with the urge to swallow as it streamed directly into her stomach. Shooting out with such force that it spilled out of her lips, bloating her cheeks as far out as they could, incapable of containing the immense load that she spat and coughed out against her own will. Her insatiable tongue was covered beneath the chunky crumpets of cum despite her incessant swallowing and gulping, striving to survive as her bodily instincts led her towards clearing her passageways of the delectable spunk that poured into her system. 


“Hhmmpphh! Hhnghh! Nngghhooo!” gagged Orihime in the freight of panic, her neck felt sore trying to chug it all down, her left hand grasping his ass in pushing him into her cum-caked face, while her fingers played with her clit through the cover of her swimsuit. He was completely covered in sweat, the dark complexion of his skin glistening as he felt sticky. Sticking out his big tongue while standing over Orihime and watching his white seed spill out of her clenched lips. Those innocent looking eyes still somehow maintaining their purity, only deep down could he see the corruption begin to take place, batches of sperm flowing down the warm canyon walls of her throat in their viscous goo. She was enamored, admiring the man that was feeding her this pungent-tasting ejaculation, having never thought that she had it in her to stimulate a man to this extent. 


“Ohh!… I finally did it! I’m so happy that I made him shoot out so much! Mmnn! So much black cum… It’s so thick and hot, it’s sticking to my tongue… Filling my mouth…” thought Orihime, proud of her own abilities, proud that she was such a capable snow bunny. The intrusive thoughts winning while stuffing her mouth to the brim, gagging from the stream of sticky sperm that cling to the roof of her oral cavern, onto the flesh of her inner cheek and coating her tongue, Orihime was held down for an entire minute longer until she was let go, and subsequently started bobbing her head hungrily in her own volition. Ropes of white leaking from her lips, Orihime found his dark appendage beautiful while she couldn’t stop sucking him for her own enjoyment. Orihime obsessively caked her mouth full with his spunk for minutes, even after he was spent and depleted she never slowed down for a second, flushed red cheeks while she slurped all that masculine gunk down, smearing the excess saliva all of his marvelous phallus. 


“You sucked black cock beautifully, Orihime. You’re going to become an expert at it like little ol’ Rangiku here, soon.” he snickered, having to forcibly remove himself from Orihime's heavenly lips that tugged at his taut skin, releasing with a noisy pop. The orange-haired harlot whimpered and already dragged her tongue over the beefy cockshaft, slapping over it like a dog licking a bone, before popping one of the enormous testicles into her orifice and sucking on it with her partner in crime in Rangiku joining right next to her. These two hungry bitches swallowed his fat dark balls as his baton slid right between their faces, hearing them mewl as they offered him the best attention known to man. Eyes filled with lovey dovey hearts, rolling his warm squishy balls on their coiling tongues, pleasuring the source of that tasty liquid that both wouldn’t trade the world in order to drink it. She was so turned on that she couldn’t think straight. 


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Later…


Orihime was invited to join Rangiku and the older, incredibly fertile black man into their home. She was shocked to discover that they lived with each other whenever Rangiku would visit the world of the living, a place she hadn’t left in forever. Orihime had the mass of meat of her ass groped and palmed the entire way home, impatiently handling the shaft through his speedo during their walk, panting like she were stranded in the scorching heat of the desert. 


“You’re a naughty girl, Orihime. You know what you’re getting yourself into, right? There’s no turning back from this. I’m going to fuck you like your boyfriend never can.” he promised, licking the side of Orihime’s neck while humping the thong covering her ass, Rangiku unlocking the door for them as Orihime moaned and stuck her arms out to hold herself up against the wall. They were continuing from earlier, when Orihime sucked him off again without being told. 


“You want it, baby?” he growled.


“Yesssss~…” moaned Orihime.


“What do you want?” he snarled.


“Your black cock!~” she squealed, receiving the brute’s smacks directly onto her pale wobbling ass, panting hotly like the slut she is as he abused those pliable cheeks. The way that they struggled to make it to the bedroom while Orihime was having her fat arse groped, slapped and fondled until she was practically flung onto the bed with his dominant masculine strength. Ichigo obliviously possessed inhumane strength but he was never as forceful with her like him, he didn’t care about who Orihime was as a woman, he just wanted to use her voluptuous body to satisfy himself. Her thick, plump jiggly booty shook as she landed chest first into the mattress that bounced when she landed. Those massive udders flattening onto the mattress and spilling out onto the sides of her skimpy bikini, tugging on the string of her thong he revealed the gorgeous skin of her ass, pulling and letting it go to slap back onto her skin, that dampened flooded pussy of hers exposed. 


“Oooh, girl. You made the right decision letting me take you to bed. I’m going to give you the time of your life! Turn you into a woman like Rangiku! A black cock loving bitch.” he snarled, making her back properly arch to receive his dark monstrosity. Orihime’s toes curled as she stretched her arms out in front of her like a cat, staring back towards this gargantuan man like a vixen, hornier than she’d ever been in her whole life. All of that teasing was chipping away at her sanity, she needed this monumental release, Ichigo was almost only an afterthought in her current state. 


“Fuck her good, daddy. Let her know what she’s been missing out on.” smiled Rangiku, hand on her hip while watching her close friend fall for the same sexy dick that she did. 


“P-Please!~… Make me feel good with your huge b-black cock!” whimpered Orihime, surrendering to her urges after holding herself back for far too long. Rangiku’s praise and her own experiences morphed the notion of black men’s sexual superiority in her brain, she not only believed it but now craved it. There was nothing romantic in what she needed from him, only fulfilling the untapped, furious lust inside of her that was being released. A supposedly innocent angel, Orihime was nothing but a dirty slut before him. She had only turned like this not because it was always in her nature, but because she’d finally been exposed to that dark chocolate ebony cock. He tapped her weeping pussy with his cum-slickened tip, nearly slipping in after pushing the thickness of the head around her creaming lips. They were scorching hot and glistening wet, mushing against the outer lips and splitting her hole open while he rubbed the smoothness of her dumptruck in circles, priming her for the moment, building upon that guilt tightening in her chest, overpowered by the adrenaline of lust. A girl of her sexual appeal received so much male attention that it weighed heavy on her shoulders, Orihime never cared for other guys and never pictured herself ever having sex with anyone but Ichigo. The fact that loyalty crumbled in a day was utterly shocking, she couldn’t believe herself, couldn’t believe she was doing this and yet, she never stopped herself.


“Oohhh. Please put it in already…” whimpered Orihime, hotly muttering to herself as she panted and gasped for air. The big black man stood tall as he handled her tightly around the waist, holding her in place as he aligned himself flawlessly with her amazing, supple pussy. The view of her perfectly round, shaped assmeat served as the most enthralling sight as he pushed a turgid inch inside. 


“Hhngghhh!~”


“You want that dick, baby?” 


“Yessss, give it to me!” 


“You don’t want your boyfriend's dick no more?” he asked.


“Ngghh!…” cried Orihime, her huge heart preventing herself from insulting her beloved boyfriend that quickly. It was true that the feeling of love remained, it was only how feeble and powerless those amorous affections felt in comparison to the pheromone dominating sensations that captivated her. 


“You can tell me the truth baby, I’ll keep it a secret.”


“I-I…”


“If you can’t say it, then we can stop right here.” he threatened, realizing now that while he was the one seducing her from the beginning, it was Orihime that became dependent on him. Rangiku was his cumdumpster whenever he wanted her to be, she was just another one added onto the roster. If Orihime stopped now, she knew that she could never find the suitable cock for that pussy of hers drowning in her own juices. 


“I don’t want Ichigo’s dick! I want your big black cock, so please fuck me with it!” begged Orihime, shamefully hiding her face in the blankets, hugging them in silence as the grip around her waist grew tighter before she was pulled in and speared by an immense force. Her eyes shot upwards and she squealed lovingly as her tightness enveloped the dark intruder that entered the resistance of her willing folds. They spread apart for him as the giant penetrated, surging with waves of ecstasy from her untampered love hole accepting its first partner. Her beautiful pliable rear bumped against his solid hips as he drove inside of her with might and vigor, that glorious cock of his twitching wildly upon entering the grasping virgins hole. Rangiku was always tight but loosened up after taking his brutal cock abuse for hundreds of times already, the newfound feeling of a fresh new snowbunny couldn’t be topped, groaning as his mammoth hands gripped her waist tightly and held her in place as he grunted viciously and hammered his meat inside of her. 


“Oohhhhh!~ O-Oh! Ooohhhhh!!~ EEEEEKKKK!~” screeched Orihime as her fat doughy buttocks clapped together as the rhythmic pumping of her snatch resulted in droplets and squirts being fired off onto the mattress and his legs. The soft thumping sounds generated from the clash of his hips and her massive ass, gripping her luscious hair from the back and pulling on it hard enough to lift her face out of the pillows. Exposing Orihime as her salacious moans were freed, her face disgruntled in sexual bliss as her aching pussy received all of that black muscle that pistoned in and out of her. Every throbbing vein felt amazing inside of her wet canal, delirious from the solace of sex, intense burning hot sensations that left her feeling more alive than she’d ever been. All of those romantic moments with Ichigo couldn’t light a candle to the absurdity of these carnal desires tormenting her now, knowing that their relationship would forever be stained after accepting this ginormous black cock without regret. 


“Mmm, fuck the shit out of her daddy. Show her what happens to bitches that fall in love with black cock.” moaned Rangiku. 


She was playing with herself as she spanked Orihime’s ass watching that big round marshmallow ripple as the darkness of his chocolate skin collided. The fleshy noises were remarkable as he felt like he was demolishing a younger version of Rangiku, one that was tighter and more innocent than she is. In terms of straight fucking Rangiku was tough to beat, but he was exhilarated in the corruption of this pure broad. The fact that she abandoned her beloved and fell to his seductions, he yanked harder on her hair nearly giving her whiplash as he brutally pounded her cheeks. He had a determined expression on his face with aggravated movements as Orihime mewled and spat from the emphatic moans escaping her, the harsh fucking was perfect for the filthy slut that was betraying her boyfriend for the fleeting sensation of ecstasy. She was spanked and slapped so hard that the fat of her asscheeks were sore, slightly bruised and red. Each time his hard hands would make contact with her wobbling flesh a jolt of passion would be sent through her body, the added jiggling of her equally as perfect bust bouncing as they were fully unleashed. Stripped bare naked as day she allowed a black man that she’d just met to have his way with her, wrecking her perception of sex and completely setting an unattainable standard for Ichigo that lacked in both the ability and penis size to match him. 


“Your boyfriend could never compete with this, Orihime. I’m gonna make sure that white ass of yours got a beautiful Queen of Spades on it by the time I’m done with you. A girl like you won’t be able to give up black dick once she tastes it, I know it.” he snarled, now holding her by the neck after releasing the tugging on her disheveled hair, reeking of sweat as he tempo accelerated and he swung that huge dick and balls that kept ramming into her rear end. 


“Mmmhhmm! I l-love ihhddd! Love black d-dick! Making my pussy feel so g-goooddd!~ Hhoohhnnghhh!” gutturally moaned Orihime, her eyes shutting halfway as she experienced the greatest vaginal climax of her entire existence. The words that she was spewing were almost unrecognizable as this pheromone-controlled state that she was in was terrifyingly powerful. The truth was coming out of her without hesitation, and Orihime tried desperately to cling onto her wits only to fail and turn into nothing more than this man’s convenient whore. 


“Who do you love more, baby girl? This black dick or your little boy toy?” he growled, palming her left tit with a generous squeeze while the other held onto her neck. Orihime’s back arched and slamming hard into his hips responding to his daring thrusts, fucking herself with the hottest cock that she couldn’t even dream of. The life changing experience of getting blacked had her hazy and twitching in random spurts. Orihime turned her head with her piercing gaze locked into his eyes, opening her mouth with her tongue sliding over her lips, they messily made out with hot saliva leaking down her chin. Orihime gave his tongue a blowjob as she backed that beautiful booty against him. Her cheeks sank in as she sucked the saliva off of his tongue, rolling her tongue around his mouth in circles, affectionately pressing their lips together in response to his question. The constant approval that he received turned out spectacular for Orihime as he would thrust even harder and deeper because of it, mauling her bouncy pear-shaped ass relentlessly. Humming passionately into their kiss, their lips parting with that signature pop of wetness.


“I love black cock the most~,” mouthed Orihime sexily, her warm breath smelled sweet and her saliva was delicious. Whatever he wanted to hear, Orihime would tell him. What she cared about most was receiving the ultimate fucking that she deserved. That killer of a body that she possesses didn’t deserve to be without action for long, he let her know her potential and how she was primed for hung black men like him to conquer. Ichigo hadn’t completely left her mind yet, every time she would speak against him her heart would feel like it’d sunk. The only way that she coped was from the vividly enthralling sensations that were being produced within the depths of her pussy.


“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Ichigo! I just can’t stop! I don’t want to! Sex just feels so good! I didn’t know that it was this amazing! I’m getting addicted!… I can’t help it if I also fall in love with black cock too, can I? I get why Rangiku’s probably making love to him every day…” thought Orihime, developing a fever for black men herself, although it was quickly bordering an obsession. It was the first time anyone in the world ever competed with Ichigo for her heart, and every salacious squirt that leaked onto the bed in her virgin stains was tilting in favor of her new lover. She might never be able to forget Ichigo, but she’d never want to go without this feeling, either. Orihime felt dirty, like she was a terrible person. It hurt, but it hurt damn good… That realization was frightening, like she didn’t care about being a good girl anymore. This sexual relationship felt taboo, knowing that she shouldn’t be doing this ; shouldn’t be letting another man rearrange her guts ; telling him everything that he wanted to hear, creaming all over his dark manhood. And yet, it felt fucking terrific. Orihime reached over her back and grabbed the back of his head, shoving his face towards her lips as they clashed once more. She kissed him like she’d offered up everything that she had, loving how his full lips would always win against her own, smacking them together as he cupped her mountainous fleshly globes. 


“Hmmnn~.. Mmmm~ Mmmnuah!~ Mmnhh~… Mmhhmmm~…”


The veiny dark spear stretched her weeping vagina to the fullest extent as she wailed, groaned and sputtered into his mouth. His hips drew back rapidly as he managed to propel himself into her genitals with even greater speed. Although the hands that he was pawing away at her slutty cowtits were enormous, they felt so full within her valley of boobage, rivaled only by Rangiku. The older black man’s grunts sounded deep as he heaved every inch of that fabulous meat back and forth, the way that virile energy coursed through his cumbloated veins as he pulled on Orihime’s bottom lip only for their tongues to swipe each other’s and dart forward to invade their oral caverns in a mash of tongues, spit and lips. Her nipples looked so heavy and erect, pointy and sharp at the tip as Orihime’s meaty asscheeks flexed as she screamed like a harlot. She would’ve kept making out with him all day if he didn’t stop on his own, slipping his tongue out of her parted mouth and shoving her head down onto the shifting mattress. 


“Oohnngh!”


“God damn! I’m gonna cum inside of this tight little virgin pussy of yours, Orihime. Gonna mark my territory, you fucking slut!” he snarled, his shins pushing down against her milky underthighs. Orihime was so small compared to him, and she felt the difference in weight immediately as it bore down upon her. The gorgeous buxom couldn’t budge an inch as her legs were wide apart, hips raised with her whole upper half smushed against the bedspread. 


“Uunngh!!!! He’s going to cum again?! O-Oh! He’s not wearing any protection. There’s no condom!… Ah. Then he can’t-…  It’s too dangerous! I have to tell him to pull out now…” thought Orihime, lifting her head up with sweat dripping off her face, her cleavage shining as her boobs were squished beneath both of their weight. His wet kisses trailed the sides of her neck, nose pressed against it as he suckled on her porcelain skin, full-cock insertion followed by a circular grinding motion that drove Orihime’s insides ballistic. The highly anticipated hormonal release that her vicious, soul gratifying orgasm reached from the thought of her milky-white pussy drowning from his abundant load was electric. Orihime had already swallowed chunks of it down her gullet and was now seconds away from consuming it through her pussy. The way that he kissed her womb and grinded her cervix was invigorating. She opened her mouth with the mental train of thought to yell at him to take it out, but yet again nothing escaped, her muted pleas were from her own primal desire to receive him. Her voracious womb didn’t reject but instead yearned for his highly fertile black seed.


“A-Ahh! Ahhn! Unghhoo! Huuhnghh!” panted Orihime, competing with his nonstop grunts and moans as his pace ramped up in intensity. 


“If I don’t stop him now, and he lets out all of that powerful cum in me… I could end up pregnant!” 


That thought had her shivering, not out of fear, but excitement. She hadn’t realized this yet, as when she returned with the resolve to speak, the words that she spoke didn’t come out as expected. 


“Cum inside of me with that black cock!~ Give it to me! Let it all out inside of my tight fucking pussy!~ It’s all yours! Hmmngh! Take it!~ Take me!~” begged Orihime, her whimpered moans sounding animalistic as he furiously humped her to accumulate his humongous ejaculation. The adrenaline that surged through him as he accomplished exactly what Orihime pleaded for had him performing at his maximum capability. 


“Huh?! What did I just say…” 


There was no time to take any of those words back, her request heard loud and clear as he eviscerated her once pretty pink pussy to an aching red pulp. Her splashing mound searing with joy, tongue outstretched and lolling out of her mouth as he lifted his massive weight one more time before collapsing down onto her with an emphatic push that punched against her womb. In the next second, the opening of his piss slit ejected an unfathomable volume of potent, virile baby-making seed that entered her inner sanctum and flooded it white. 


“Oohhh, fuckkkk! Fuckkk!” he grunted. 


“Yess!~ Oh yes, Orihime! You’re being BLACKED!~” cheered Rangiku, rubbing her own stomach and watching her close friends' angelic insides being defiled forever.


“Oh. It’s already too late.”


Orihime’s eyes widened at the realization at what had occurred, jaw craning wider as she screamed at the top of her lungs, a sexual cry of pleasure as her insides were being pumped with load after load. The first fired off the same amount that she drank down at the beach, and the consecutive shots after were becoming less and less, the recklessly shuddering cock let loose like a firehose within her guts. He dipped his hips as far down as it could go, wiggling his hips and stuffing her to the brim as his minutes-long climax continued. Still running off the high of his orgasm, he licked the side of Orihime’s face while he spurted geysers of sperm inside of her. 


“Huuunnnngghh! Oouuuhhhh! Uuuhhhnnghh!~” grunted Orihime, a look of pure unadulterated bliss plastered over her face. The full-body orgasms left her shaking throughout as she turned her head towards him, mewling as they faced each other, and then briefly kissed as her warm gooey and sloppy insides were stirred by his colossal cock, her tongue still hanging out of her mouth. 


“Mmm, your pussy is gripping me so tight. You don’t want to let me go, do you? You liked getting creampied that bad, bitch? What are you going to do if I knock you up with a black baby and your boyfriend finds out?” he teased, their lips brushing together as they talked centimeters apart. Orihime’s melting pussy clamped down at his sinful words, the adrenaline that coursed through her veins while imagining such a scenario was utterly captivating. The purely virile manhandling left her mind boggled and covered in moist sweat. Rangiku’s pants could be heard in the background as she was playing with herself and nearing her own finishing touches as well, waiting for Orihime to say those words that they’d been patiently waiting for. 


“P-Pwease jusd gihve me a b-black baby!~ I don whant you to stohpp f-fucking me!~” squealed Orihime, nearly unintelligible and nonsensical babbling as her G-spot was rejoicing in feral bliss. The explicit way that she begged him in vehemence flipped another switch in his head, her fate was now sealed, there wasn’t a chance that he’d leave this house until he was finished with her.


“You’re playing a dangerous game, baby girl. You know you’re not getting out of this one, right? I’m gonna breed you, we’re not gonna get a wink of sleep tonight. There ain’t no way you’re leaving here without my baby in you, bitch!” he grunted fiercely, his palms facing forward as they crashed down on her jiggly cheeks which made her yelp and scream. His girthy nightstick sloppily extracted out of her with a milky white trail of seminal fluids connecting them, with Orihime’s steaming hot snatch oozing their mutual love residue in heavy flows and gushes. Her searing hot pussy lips instinctively trying to soak in his man juices in their quivering, her legs twitching as her womb felt full like semen was basking inside of it. Orihime’s distended pussy lips looked surreal, it was a beautiful sight witnessing the vagina that would one day help produce his offspring, born out of their sheer reproductive desires, a gorgeous thick snowbunny that would inevitably be bred. 


“Oh, honey. You won’t regret this! I wish that could be me!~” expressed Rangiku, the fact that she was a soul reaper had actually raised questions on the possibility of even bearing the man’s child. It was a right that she had actually craved, and she looked like she was sparkling from being able to witness the monumental moment in person. 


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“Oh!~ Oooh! Ooooohhh! Ohhnggh!~” 


“That’s it, bitch. Keep riding that cock like your life depends on it.” he grinned, his massive black pouch flopping against her ass as Orihime’s feverish moans soared to the heavens. Her succumbing pussy milking him with ferocity, her mind corroding as her body melted against his, the two of them exploded in delirious, taboo pleasure. Using her own curvy hips as leverage as she lifted her humongous ass into the air and then slammed it down onto his lap like an accordion, her teeth clenching together as her eyes were scattered looking crazy as she took initiative in getting herself pregnant. Their mating organs constantly stimulated as the rest of his body was tense but relaxed, leaning back on his arms and not moving an inch outside of his hips, occasionally bumping her higher up in her elevated bounces. His focus was too lasered onto the massive pair of knockers slapping against her own chest, balancing herself by holding onto his knees. Her mind numb from the barrage of orgasms that she’d become victim to, writhing in pleasure as she clung onto his hulking black frame. 


“Love it!~.. Huuhhngh! Hhuugh! Love your black cockkk!~” mewled Orihime, never enough time for her to praise him with the orgasmic aftershock severely deteriorating her intelligence. The gravid orbs of his black balls ached as they glorped with bubbling cum leaking out his piss-slit, grinding and smearing against the pink slippery bumps of her walls as she had tears of unparalleled joy in her eyes, slim tears leaking down her face. Behaving like a mindless fucktoy while her heart was captured in intimate depravity. His black breeding organ’s veins looked inflated as they were preparing for the impending tide, her whole spine straightening out while rippling waves of euphoria flowed through her naked, voluptuous figure. He palmed and held onto her peachy buttcheeks that had the imprint of his hands over the surface from the devastating spanking. Her legs straddled him while raising her hips fast and powering herself down his dark anaconda. 


“Mmm, you really want my baby that badly? Look at you go, so hungry for me. Rangiku wasn’t lying when she said you were a perfect match. She always tells me how badly she wants to get knocked up, too. You’ll make a beautiful mother to our kids, Orihime.” he chuckled, returning her kiss when she swooped in and captured his lips. For a moment it almost felt romantic, a moment shared between two that would eventually become mother and father. Only lasting an instant before depravity triumphed over all, and Orihime’s tongue shoved past his lips, swallowing her tongue as her slick inner walls produced airy, wet slick pops as she slid up and down the dark pole. Hugging him around the neck and back of the head, Orihime’s thick lips were covered in their saliva, bubbles of their spit forming as her pussy was erratically spraying fluid all over his groin. Her mind was made up to conceive his child, Ichigo didn’t have a place in her thoughts at this given moment. The pressure of his cock reached somewhere in her tummy as she created a vacuum of a cunt as she bobbed up and down at ravenous speeds. His black horse cock sheathed in her spillage of white, pumping in its virility he rewarded Orihime for her magnificent riding that it was hard to believe she was a virgin. Orihime was a natural at getting demolished, sending her higher into the air with upwards propelling thrusts that rocketed in and out of her gushing quim. Their lips tightly pressed together as she hummed her ecstatic moans, tilting her head and deepening their liplocked spit-swapping kiss. 


“Mhhhnn! Mmnnnhh! Hhhmmmmh! Ohhhhhh!~”


Rangiku almost acted like a maid for them as she wanted to do everything in her power to make this happen. Servicing them by bringing drinks, food, towels. Ichigo was her friend, but her loyalty was sworn to black cock. That was what it meant to carry the role of being a Queen of Spades, tattooed on her body. A part of her felt bad, but not when she’d seen how badly Orihime wanted this. Sex was the greatest discovery that she’d ever made, especially with black men that were her more than her type. 


After returning to their room, Rangiku had a brilliant smile on her face watching the two breed like wild animals. Orihime was picked up off of his lap while he now stood tall and tightly gripped the mass of fat on her ass. Clenched fingers sinking into the voluptuous meat, gravity playing a part in pumping her up and down like a fuckdoll. Orihime’s thick thighs were wrapped around his waist, her toes curling and spasming while their tongues wrestled in the open. Their lips no longer making contact as their oral muscles slapped together, wrapping around the other while they dueled for dominance, this time Orihime putting up a respectable fight riding the sexual high of her fertilized ovaries. He wasn’t going to leave any doubt of Orihime’s pregnancy, slamming into her like a piledriver. Her inflamed pussy spilling with every thrust, clinging onto the extremely masculine specimen whose muscles rippled in their dark complexion. The neverending pleasure bursting from her loins caused goosebumps to fire across her body, clutching onto his muscles back and neck, licking his tongue while it felt like his monstrous ebony cock could turn her pussy inside out from the merciless thrusts. 


WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!


“Such a fucking slut! Ggh! Hhngh!”


“Ahhuuahnnghh! Y-Yeeessshhh!~” spat Orihime, lurid moans escaping as that giant lust hammer cleaved her creamy gash with animal magnetism. Her black lover shuddered as he erupted in torrid waves that splashed up between her asscrack and splattered over Orihime’s back and juicy, thick backside. The way that she was catapulting into the air caused her to slip out with an audible pop to her wetness as Orihime whined and panicked before mounting and descending back onto the ejaculating black behemoth. 


“That’s a good girl, you don’t want to spill any of it, do you?” he teased, noticing how desperate Orihime was to prevent wasting any more of his superior seed. Orihime shook her head as her clenching tunnels slid back over his dark snake and seized it. 


“Noo~… Ooh, my pussy feels so good..” confessed Orihime, massaging her insides to completion as she wiggled her sex around him. Silently gasping as his lurching shoves knocked a bit of air out of her lungs with every hit. Orihime was drowning in pleasure, an exhilarated rush that didn’t show any signs of slowing down any time soon. Her head leaned back as Orihime's long bright orange hair straightened down, gritting his teeth as he growled ferociously and assaulted her vagina in a burst of heavy-hitting thrusts that left her in the throes of passion. Eyes went crossed as the massiveness stimulated every inch of her cavity, legs glued to his waist and locking onto him lovingly with her hips crashing upwards and being rammed deeply with every thrust. Salivating from her mouth as his tube of onyx glistened erotically with every swift stroke, plumpness bouncing as her bombshell figure was putting on a spectacle. 



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Hours later…


The raw stench of condomless bareback black cock fucking radiated in the air from the tireless breeding session that had already progressed far into the night. Rangiku was already passed out on the couch wearing nothing but a thong and having her own cum over her belly, meanwhile Orihime was getting tossed around and fucked on every piece of furniture, wall and ground available. Her perfect snowy white skin looked battered on certain areas of her feminine body, the malleable flesh of her dumptruck of a rear having endured constant spanking and slapping of their skin. Covering those marks was none other than the stray residue of his abundant cumshots firing aimlessly when not depositing every droplet inside of her cumflooded pussy. Her womb enjoying a feast of a meal, their tempo having reduced in pace minorly as Orihime and the gigantic black man recovered their breath. 


“Hhaaa~… Ahhhnnn~… I can’t believe that you can keep going… It’s already been so long and you’re still so hard. Black men are incredible.” praised Orihime, understanding now how exhausting fucking like a pair of rabid animals had been. Apparently, they were under the influence of the mating season as her absolutely bulky unit of a mate was slowly grinding her front and kissing her quivering womb. There was like a puddle of sweat that had entered the fabric of the bed sheets beneath them, folding the bodacious hourglass-figured whore in half as he completely dwarfed her in proportion. Orihime’s head started to feel empty momentarily as she drifted in and out of consciousness, prepared to fall to slumber at any given second until the detonating orgasms crashing into her nervous system hit with every handful of thrusts. The backed up, filthy volume of cum audibly sloshing around when digging his cock inside the depths of her thirsty pussy. 


“I think this breedable pussy of yours is just as impressive, sweetie.” he groaned in a coarse voice, his tree trunk of muscular thighs keeping her crunched in a mating press. 


“Ahh. I can’t believe it. I’m going to have a black baby… Ichigo’s going to be so surprised, isn’t he? He’s going to find out that I’m pregnant.. I’ve never had sex with him so he’ll know that it’s not his! And then when it comes out, the baby’s going to be black!” wailed Orihime, suffering from a knee-jerking, toe curling pummeling that she earned from her extremely perverse talking. 


His momentum picked up as he received another injection of dopamine that left Orihime violently exploding all over his chocolate engorgement as she thrashed and flailed her limbs about while screaming in tantalizing fashion. The dense cream of his cum staining the mattress, rocking into her so powerfully that her ass was being lifted off the bed that sounded like it was on its last legs. Creaking and scraping across the floor as the mattress springs bounced up and down the bed, threatening to collapse at any moment from his tempting thrusts. The divine interior of her pussy contracting and convulsing unstoppable around his meat wedging into her sex, the boisterous chorus of lovemaking echoing across the entire house as their muted moans were swallowed by the other from their heart-tugging kiss. Shockwaves of pleasure surging through her entire being as she surrendered herself completely to this man that she had just met on this day, and already lost to his seductions, becoming a dependent snow bunny slut that could never recover from this “addiction”. Drinking his saliva as their tongues flicked together briefly until pinning her upper lips against his bottom ones. Pushing the creampieing cum back into her absorbing sponge of a pussy, wiping his lips over hers as he twisted his head from side to side. The heavy, glue-like cream decorating her bottom half in his exotic spunk. His hips savagely flinging down onto her engorged clitoris and receptive mound that splashed white, ruthlessly hammering her in place as they sunk so deep into the mattress that Orihime couldn’t move. 


“Ohngh!~ Daddy!~ I love this so much! Fuck me, fuck me, f-fuckkkk me until I can’t feel my legs anymore!” pleaded Orihime, the provocative terminology something that she absorbed from her fellow Queen of Spade in Rangiku. Intentionally drinking her sweet spit after dominating her mouth with his own, playing a requiem through this virile breeding, kissing and licking her pink flesh wildly while his prodigious male anatomy made love to her fertile pussy. The tight binding of her rim prevented him from accidentally popping out from his vigorous blistering thrusts, infinitely cumming inside of her womb and providing his seed that was surely carrying his powerful genes. Orihime felt sparks in her baby producing areas as her body and soul felt perfectly at peace while fulfilling her role to his macho stud of a breeder, suffocating that black cock with her jizz extracting body. Aggressively mauling her juicy pussy while shoving his lips over hers, concealing the mouth fucking oral intercourse through their bulging cheeks. 


“I want you to fill me up so badly. Please make me pregnant! I want to give birth to your baby Mmph!~” pleaded Orihime, her dewy eyes staring into his as the onslaught of his hips powerfully clubbing towards her womb. Wanton moans through the scintillating mating press as the gravid dark orbs contracted with his rigid darkness pounding her delightfully hard at a nonstop pace. That massive black frame thrown into her and demonstrating his peculiar strength, every limb of her body sapped of energy after spasming, clawing into his back and leaving trails of her scratches while her squelching mound ejected their concoction of fluids as her hips bucked unbelievably. The savage way they were fucking was truly jaw-dropping even for Rangiku who was a veteran Spades member, every doughy curve of Orihime touching him as his hips glided forwards every time. Thrashing violently as Orihime hit her peak repeatedly into his sheathing blackness, madly hammering her guts with his hard, meaty cockhead. Swiveling his hips at the bottom of those thrusts and driving Orihime’s senses wild as her eyes rolled back with her jaw hanging wide as he lapped at the full length of her exposed tongue, slanting his mouth deeper over hers. Groaning incoherent praises through her shallow exhales, a delay to her banshee-like screeching after ramming her with mind breaking fiery friction. Spreading herself bare as they instinctively mated as if the world's population was scarce, devoting themselves entirely to this copulating act of depravity.


“Hmmnph!~ Hmmnph!~ Gghhhooo!~ P-Pwegnant!~ Want y-your black b-baby!~” howled Orihime in her final moments of consciousness, that sinful cry echoing to the skies, one that he’d remember forever.


“Uugghh! That’s right bitch! Let the world hear it!”


“Oohhhhh! Ooohhh! I’m sorry, Ichigo!!~ I’m in love with black cock! I love you too, but it’s a different type of love!~ Hhnggh! I can’t stop black cock!~” cried Orihime.


The colossal ejaculation came alive within the depths of her vitalizing pussy, throbbing in his bodily heat while pulsing uncontrollably and gushing forth as his chiseled body vertically slammed her into the nearly collapsing bed with her hips bouncing off of it. Orihime ejaculated with primal ferocity during his tidal wave of baby batter that drowned her system with a generous offering of his superior seed. Multiple spurts spilling out of her lively cunt with her sperm glazed crotch soaking him up and retaining the engrossing volume inside of her. Their puckered lips flattening together, celebrating their highly probable fertilization, the chances of her child-bearing insemination skyrocketing with every session. Orihime felt gush after spray, hose-like streams after shots enter her pasty white canal accompanied by the wet and hot smack of her lips making out with her cherished lover. Her black daddy owned her entirely while he continuously humped between her legs draining his peskily energetic black pouch carrying his re-energizing testicles. They looked like they’d taken a bath in their own sweat and hadn’t even begun to dry off, eyes intimately closed as their bodies seemed locked together, inseparable in their addiction. Their connected organs touching heaven as they slapped together out of control, cumming for what seemed like minutes straight, harder than they’d ever orgasmed before, legs shaking and their breaths hitching, lunging forward for the final climactic moment as he speared every elastic inch of her pussy and flushed her out with his remarkable semen. 


“Ohhh… I feel like I’m in heaven… I can barely even feel my legs right now. He pumped my pussy so full!~ It’s all just swimming inside of me.” drowsily thought Orihime, slowing down after their frenzied thrusts as their half-lidded eyes gazed at the other, smitten and breathing hotly. That black battering ram flecked with sperm, the hard muscle that acted like a giant lust hammer finally started to settle after being buried all the way down to the hilt, all the way down deep to his gigantic balls rubbing against her. The tight hot wet seal that their lips created prevented air from passing through, almost romantically brushing her fingernails across his broad sweaty back as her perfect and heavy tits smushed against his chest. A loud smack echoing every time their lips would part only to pucker and press together again, Orihime reaching down and grasping his ass and rubbing his lower back as he continuously jutted forward completing the endless torrent of impregnation. 


“I love this.” confessed Orihime, their lips brushing together as she conveyed her feelings. 


“You’ll never go without it a day in your life, so be prepared.” he snickered, diving back in for more as their tongues melted together. 


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After that night, Orihime had woken up late in the afternoon, completely naked in his bed. When the memories resurfaced from the previous night, Orihime was so flustered that she nearly fainted. Not an ounce of regret in her heart as she didn’t even bother checking her phone that had been blowing up with notifications. 


“My pussy is soooo sore…” whined Orihime, the amount of aches and throbs that felt left her under the impression that she’d completed a full-body workout the night before.


“Daddy really beat up your pussy didn’t he, girl? Ichigo’s been texting your phone all night, he seems worried about you.” said Rangiku, holding Orihime’s cellphone in her hand. 


Wedged in between the meaty globes of her scrumptious ass was that big black cock responsible for her sensational pains, and Orihime let out a cute moan as his morning wood worked in and out of her sandwiched cheeks. 


“Godddd, yesss. He beat my pussy up!~” admitted Orihime. 


“Are you going to tell Ichigo that?” teased Rangiku, making their dark skinned lover laugh in reaction to such an absurd question. 


“‘Noooo. I can’t!~ That’s too cruel, Rangiku. Don’t talk about him right now… I’ll find out how to deal with that later… I can’t focus on that right now…” panted Orihime, her breath ragged as she pushed up into him and twerked by shaking her ass up and down while on her side. 


“Text him that she’s busy, Rangiku. Me and his little princess ain’t done what we started. We might not stop fucking until I see that positive pregnancy test, baby girl. I’m never going to let a fine slut like you go, I promise that. You should get matching tattoos with Rangiku, it’d look nice on that fine ass of yours.” he growled, massaging her marvelous tits while dragging his moist lips over her exposed nape, loving how the hickeys turned out overnight. 


“Ohhh, goddd!~” gasped Orihime, becoming hopelessly hot at the thought of that fantasy coming true, even more so upon realizing that it was a lot closer to eventual reality. She couldn’t help herself but to twist her head back and kiss him, they hadn’t even gotten out the bed and brushed their teeth yet she didn’t care. Her first course of action upon waking was to receive him once more, nearly forgetting about the hunger in her stomach and only ever refreshing when Rangiku reminded them to eat or drink. Orihime’s bare tits were fondled aggressively as if handled by a brute, and their mouths made love like soulmates all the way until he splashed his marinating cum onto her cheeks. She obediently shifted down the mattress and gave him the sloppiest head of her life, glazed in cum and sweat from the previous night as she slurped him up like a trouper, demonstrating copious affection as her lips slid across every globule with her tongue flexed and absorbing it up. 


“Gghhaa!~ You suck it so good, Orihime! You remind me so much of Rangiku after her first taste of me!” he groaned with his head thrown back into the pillows. 


“Mmnph! Mmmph! It’s because I love eating black cock!~” mewled Orihime like a criminally renowned slut.


“Oh, yeah? Why’s that cutie?” he flirted, waving his black monster like a joystick across her tongue that curled back pressing down on her bottom lips. 


“It tastes so good. I love the powerful taste of black men’s huge cocks! I want to be your girlfriend too, just like Rangiku is, so I can suck it just like this every morning whenever I want.” admitted Orihime, having never been so upfront with her demands. This personality changes all a byproduct of her fervent amorous lust that has been brewing all because of them. Rangiku and their now mutual lover had corrupted her brain and soon her womb. They had taken their original plan a step further, it wasn’t enough to have her once, she needed to be permanently his. 


“Girlfriend? Ahahaha! I don’t do that, silly. You’re going to be one of my Queen of Spades, instead. That’s a right even better than being a girlfriend. You won’t waste that pussy of yours on no ordinary cock.” said the big burly man.


“It’s so much better, isn’t it baby?” purred Rangiku.


“Yessss… Black cock is so good.” moaned Orihime, swirling her silky tongue wetly over his dark scrotum, the bitter, salty taste prominent. 


“Better than Ichigo’s?” asked Rangiku.


“Y-Yes! It is! It’s way bigger than Ichigo’s. I think twice as big! It makes me feel incredible, the way that it pounds my pussy into submission. It reaches so deep that I start seeing stars. It sometimes feels like it’s going to break me and it hurts but it hurts soooo gooood… Black cock is the best of the best, Rangiku. I totally get why you only want to have sex with black men now! I can’t even imagine doing it with anyone else anymore… You ruined me for Ichigo… I don’t want his dick anymore. I just want that big sexy strong black cock!~” screamed Orihime, the intoxicating reveal drawing out the worst of her now numb heart. Cruel and honest, something that she never could have been. If she wasn’t upfront with her feelings, Orihime was afraid she would lose what she truly wanted. It was hard for her to say now that she actually loved Ichigo, there was always an appreciation for what they’ve done together as comrades and friends, but this sense of sexual gratitude was so overwhelming that it was enigmatic. 


Afterwards…


They spent consecutive days obsessively fucking like nothing else in the world existed. Orihime’s sensuous body nearly collapsing and her vaginal cavity feeling discomforting pain is only what stopped them. Rangiku handed the texts to Ichigo whom she finally returned to after her pussy simply couldn’t keep up with the generational abilities of his tremendous mandingo schlong. Her behavior was amiss as there was always someone else on her mind during their time together, not once did they do anything romantic. There was even a time where Ichigo had managed to convince her to go out on a date, and Orihime’s big black master met up with her in the restaurant's bathroom stall where the two of them kissed each other's lips like they were trying to swallow and eat the other's face. Orihime hadn’t recovered to the point where she was able to slide that masterful cock inside, only brushing the outer lips as she grinded him while wearing a ruby red, flaming hot dress. Cupping her big ass while they spent over twenty minutes massaging tongues and guzzling their spit. Orihime was getting lost in her scandalous acts, having never felt more lively before as she cheated on her unaware boyfriend, fully breaking the innocent persona that she’d built up until now. 


Three weeks later…


Orihime’s adulterous affair persisted every day up until now, where it would only continue. Their relationship would blossom even deeper into the dark rabbit hole every time they would meet. She had already long forgotten how she felt prior to encountering this extremely hung chocolate beast. Rangiku was her partner-in-crime, having become closer to her than ever before as they shared their treat by rubbing their wet lips and brushing their noses along the towering anatomy that they sniffed passionately like it were emitting some sort of drug. He fondled both of their bouncy asses in the same spot, where Rangiku had already been tattooed with a splendid spade with the iconic Q symbol in the middle of it, and where Orihime received the exact same tattoo that was still fresh on Orihime’s soft skin, stinging at the sensation of his touch. In his hands he held out a pregnancy test, displaying two lines and positive results.


“Congratulations, Orihime. You’re now officially a true Queen of Spade.” he said. 





To be continued?…

