A Lesson To Be Learned
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Yoruichi fell back with a satisfied sigh, folding her hands behind her head and thrusting her chest out. As the large globes bounced slightly, Ichigo shot his semen upon them. He stroked his cock vigorously to choke out the last remnants of the pearly liquid. The orange-haired Shinigami was flushed and slick with sweat, exhausted after the fourth round with the Goddess of Flash.
He had been given only a few minutes of rest after the first time with her since during the bath following the sex episode with her and Soi Fon, Yoruichi coaxed both Shinigami into the second copulation. The hot springs became even hotter as Yoruichi rode Ichigo in the scalding water, enhancing her climax; he was quick to follow, pushing in deep to send his seed into her womb. Soi Fon did not play much of a part in that session, more active in the third act, which was her last. After being fucked wonderfully by Ichigo again, and after cleaning up with Yoruichi, she regrettably said that she had to return to her barracks; work still needed to be done. Yoruichi agreed, hence the fourth time ensued with lovely vigor from Ichigo.
Ichigo panted heavily, falling on his ass and wiping his brow with the back of his arm. Every muscle within him quivered from sheer exhaustion, though he couldn't feel any more relieved. Though seeing Yoruichi's naked form lying across from him, lovely bosom jiggling with each deep breath, his cock wilted and emptied whatever traces of cum that were left within him. In his jumbled state, he couldn't think of anything to say.
Laughing, Yoruichi sat up Indian style, slapping her palms on her knees. Her breasts dangled as she leaned forward slightly, and Ichigo could only be entranced at her openness. "Ichigo," she began with her bright grin, "you keep saying that you have no interest in my breasts. Then how come every time you cum, you aim right for them?" She gestured to the white streams pouring down the twin hills of her chest.
Ichigo flushed and turned away. "Shut up," he grumbled. He then stood up and walked over to collect his clothes. He wasn't thrilled about how offhandedly Soi Fon used them to wipe herself clean of any juices. Back at the garrison he and the other Ryoka were staying at, he could clean them. For now, he could only avoid detection by clearing away the biggest white stains. "I should get back to everyone," he told his mentor from over his shoulder, fearing that if he made eye contact, she could entice him into another passionate dance of love-making. "I don't want them to get worried and start looking for me."
"Aw, is that your excuse for not spending the night with me?" He didn't want to, but he turned away when Yoruichi stretched out a leg and lifted one breast, her smile captivating and suggestive. What did she want: to drain him until his sac was shriveled? No, he would show some resolve and turn down her offer, no matter how tempting. Surely, he reasoned with himself, this would not be the last time he had such an encounter with his beautiful instructor.
Not risking another glance at Yoruichi after dressing, he headed straight for the exit. He nonchalantly said his goodbyes while waving a hand in the air; he didn't want her to know how hard his heart was thumping. Using Shunpo, he vanished from sight and headed for a bed for a very-much needed sleep.
Yoruichi smirked and lied back, gazing at the ceiling. She would take a short break too, and then would make a little journey of her own. After all, she wasn't done with Ichigo or Soi Fon yet.
Five days had gone by, and Ichigo hadn't so much as heard from Yoruichi. He had recovered from their first encounters and had expected her to approach him. Yet, he was left dumbfounded about her absence. He had seen Soi Fon, and there was awkward tension in the air between them; they couldn't come into contact with her lieutenant at her side and Orihime or Chad at his. Politely and quickly, they would greet each other before going about their business, trying not to recall their last encounter.
"Kurosaki-kun, are you okay?" Orihime asked, noticing the stressed look on Ichigo's face. "You look like you're getting a fever."
Ichigo slapped on a smile, albeit a wavering one. With one hand rubbing the back of his head – the other on his waist – he said, "Yeah, I'm fine, Inoue. Just a little hot out here."
Orihime hummed softly in thought, placing her fingertip on her chin as her gaze shifted skyward. "It is kind of warm," she agreed. She smiled brightly when facing Ichigo again. Back to being perky, she held up a forefinger and declared, "Maybe we should go swimming! That'll cool you down! We can bring Ishida-kun, and Sado-kun! Maybe Kuchiki-san and Byakuya-san would like to go too!"
A look of concern crossed Ichigo's face at the thought of Byakuya joining them on a swimming excursion, dressed in odd swim trunks, splashing around in the water. The image of it almost made him laugh. Of course, Orihime's bouncing about brought him back. As she paraded her ideas for what they could do to keep cool, she had begun to hop on the balls of her feet, causing her most noticeable attributes to wobble in her tight pink shirt. His face heated up, and he turned away. He could only blame Yoruichi for that, since he would never look at any woman so shamefully before.
To quell the threatening rise of hormones that couldn't be well hidden in the loose cloth of his hakama pants, Ichigo noticed the charging form of a huge boar with a husky man riding atop of it: Bonnie carrying Shiba Ganju. When several meters away, Ganju pulled on the reigns and shouted for his 'steed' to heel. She did so, perhaps too abruptly for him, since he was airborne in the next instant. He tumbled and rolled to Ichigo's feet. While Orihime was worried about the health of the fireworks expert, Ichigo just stared down at him.
"N… no worries," Ganju said weakly to Orihime, giving her a thumbs up. As though completely uninjured, he rose to his feet to address the Shinigami. He stared at Ichigo for a time, saying nothing much to Ichigo's annoyance. "Nee-chan wants you to show up at the Shiba house tonight."
Ichigo perked up, lower lip stiffening. "Kuukaku-san?"
"What does your sister want with Kurosaki-kun?" Orihime asked.
Turning his head and shoved his pinky in his ear, Ganju sighed with slight annoyance. "Beats me, but whatever the reason, I can't step foot in the house. Guess it's something to do with training. Hell if I know what it is…" Not having any more to say, he turned and sauntered over to Bonnie. He shouted a goodbye before Bonnie took off like a shot, letting him hang on for dear life as she stampeded to unknown locations.
Orihime watched him go before looking at Ichigo. "What do you think that was about?"
Ichigo shrugged. "I dunno," he mumbled…
But he had a good idea…
Against Orihime's insistence to accompany him, and Ishida's protests, Ichigo set out alone to the Shiba house. He didn't expect it to be anything of dire need, so he walked. It took him over an hour to lay eyes on the two arms holding a banner of the Shiba residence. The very sight embarrassed him, but he trudged onward.
At the entrance, he met with the Shiba servants, Koganehiko and Shiroganehiko. As always, they stood proudly with arms crossed. Koganehiko grunted when Ichigo came to stand in front of them. "Well, it's Kurosaki Ichigo-dono, is it? Kuukaku-sama had expected you sooner. Soi Fon-dono arrived ten minutes before you."
"Soi Fon?" Ichigo's suspicions were then confirmed. He flushed and barely managed to thank the servants for letting him through. With legs starting to feel like jelly and breath becoming erratic, he descended the dark stairwell to approach the faint light at the bottom.
He stopped at the room's sliding door, not moving an inch. A part of him wanted to just turn around, head back to bed. However, the anticipation of what would probably go on down in this secretive place was pointing straight ahead; he adjusted himself so that the bulge in his pants wasn't so obvious. If this wasn't what he thought it would be, he figured he would look very childish and perverted showing up with an eager erection poking out at Kuukaku; he had never given it much thought before, but after Yoruichi's 'lesson', he had to acknowledge that Ganju's sister was stacked.
He mentally slapped himself. It was just those types of thoughts that were making him rigid. With great fortitude, he calmed his hormones enough to make walking manageable. The sliding door was moved aside while he announced, "I'm here, Kuukaku-san!" His face was red, and he tried to keep a stiff posture to avoid seeming weak.
Lounging amongst large pillows at the other side of the room with a long smoking pipe in her hand, dressed as casually as ever, Shiba Kuukaku stared at him. Her toothy smirk darkened her features. "Welcome back, kid," she said prior to taking a drag from the tobacco pipe. She set it aside and exhaled smoke. Then she looked over her shoulder and called to a person in the other room. "Yo, Yoruichi, the kid's here."
The door at the side slid open almost instantly, and there stood Yoruichi with Soi Fon sitting respectfully at her side, cherry color heavy on her face. From the glisten of saliva on her reddened lips, Ichigo could discern that she and Yoruichi were not just sitting idly in the next room.
The bustier woman smirked at her newest student. "Welcome, Ichigo. I'm glad you took the invitation," she said. Her grin widened when she noticed the rapt attention Ichigo's eyes gave to her uniform; she was dressed only in the black leotard that she wore underneath her other clothing. The outer curves of her amble breasts were exposed and called most eyes; Ichigo's could hardly be diverted to his teacher's face. "To be honest, I thought you might not have had the nerve to face me again so soon."
Ichigo sulked, hating how his face heated up in shame. No doubt Kuukaku was now privy to his entire sex life, especially since it had been nonexistent over five days ago. He gave a glance at the ex-noble; she only puffed on her pipe. At last, Ichigo plucked up the nerve to address Yoruichi again. "Why did you call me out here, Yoruichi-san?"
"I'm glad you asked," Yoruichi said, stepping forward until she stood at Kuukaku's side. She smirked wider than Ichigo had ever seen before, and nothing good could have come from it… morally good, at least. "I promised you I'd teach you more. You're very lucky, because Kuukaku will be helping with this lesson."
Stammering, Ichigo took a step back as though a fierce wind had rushed against him. "But, Yoruichi-san! I can't… Not with Kuukaku-san…!"
"And why not?" Kuukaku leaned forward as she leered at the orange-haired Shinigami. From his vantage point, he wished he could notice something else besides the globes of breasts threatening to spill from their flimsy confinement. "Do I not appease to you?" She was smirking now, and he was sure that she knew he was disgracefully admiring her body's assets.
"You don't need to worry, Ichigo," Yoruichi said. She grinned at Kuukaku. "She's just as experienced as me, and will teach you just as well. For this session, you and Soi Fon will need to be prepped separately." She walked back to her former body guard, sensually brushing a hand along Soi Fon's throat. Quietly, Yoruichi said that her attention was needed by her longest 'pupil'.
Once Yoruichi's lips pressed against Soi Fon's, Ichigo turned and met Kuukaku's stare. She was now leaning back on the pillows, thighs opened invitingly as her legs bent upward. When the boy stayed frozen in place, she beckoned him. "Don't be shy, boy. We can start whenever you're ready."
Ichigo nodded, but wasn't sure if he wanted to see this through. It was one thing when he fucked Soi Fon and Yoruichi five days ago; it was the spur of the moment… he was less prepared for it. Now that it was actually premeditated, he felt like he was taking advantage of the women.
A whimper from Soi Fon called for attention. Ichigo looked over to see that Yoruichi was now groping the petite captain's chest through the material of her top. Eventually, the fabric was moved aside, and Ichigo had a clear view of the small breast capped with a cute brown nipple. A moment later, it was taken in between Yoruichi's lips. Soi Fon bit back a moan as the ebony beauty suckled on her sensitive flesh. Her digit curled in the violet hair of her lover. Smirking with the nipple between her lips, Yoruichi bit down lightly and tugged on the nub until it popped from her mouth.
"Do you plan to just be a spectator?" Ichigo took his sight away from Yoruichi and Soi Fon to gaze at Kuukaku. Ganju's older sister was giving him an idle look, as if she was bored even as two women were slowly disrobing and pleasuring one another. She lazily inhaled some smoke from her pipe before setting it aside for the final time. When Ichigo's dumbfounded attitude began to annoy her, she beckoned him with a finger. He moved toward her like a wary puppy, all the while glancing over at Soi Fon and Yoruichi as their tongues began to duel one another.
At last, he stood over Kuukaku, rather shy and uncertain how to go about things at this point; was he really expected to just mount her? In his previous sexual encounter, Yoruichi had made the first move to nudge him into the frenzy of bodily pleasures. He needed no motivation, though, as from this angle, he could admire Kuukaku's chest fully, which brought his lower anatomy to life.
She knew exactly where he was looking and said while arching her back slightly, "Well, get on with it. They're not there for you to stare at all night." She seemed rather annoyed with his hesitance.
"Right," Ichigo blurted out, stiffening from the sharp tone of her voice. He warily lowered himself onto his knee. His hands were unsure of simply reaching out and massaging those massive tits. Instead, he dropped the position of his hands to hold onto her waist. He almost lunged into a kiss with her, not exactly what she was expecting him to do after the attention he gave her chest, but it wasn't unwelcome. Her arm curved around him, fingertips dragging up his back as her left leg drew up on his side; his right hand couldn't help but travel up the smooth skin until he held the back of her knee.
Although Ichigo was the one who initiated the kiss, Kuukaku deepened it, pulling him closer as her tongue sought his. Saliva was shared between them as their tongues lashed against one another. Her mouth tasted a little like tobacco.
When breath was needed, they broke away. Ichigo panted, his face a deep shade of crimson. His skin was aflame, sensitive to the slightest touch as Kuukaku traced her fingers down from his chin, throat, and chest. Her smirk was suggestive, and then she grinded her hips up against his, bringing a shuddering gasp from him when she rubbed against the shaft under his pants.
As Ichigo tried to compose himself, Kuukaku slipped her hand into her robe so that she could move it over the nub of her missing arm. Ichigo's jaw couldn't keep up when Kuukaku's left breast was exposed. As she disrobed completely, unleashing her entire bosom, Ichigo realized that her pair was even bigger than Yoruichi's. She threw the red garment off to the side, causing her tits to sway a little.
She leaned back, chuckling as Ichigo tried to pry his eyes away from the pink nipples. "Don't be bashful," she told him. "Don't you want to touch 'em?" She spoke so coolly, it gave Ichigo the chills. To entice him further, she massaged her left breast while biting her lower lip sensually.
He couldn't resist any longer. With arms seizing her up with enough speed to surprise her, he latched his mouth onto her nipple. His left hand went to her other breast, fingers molding into the supple flesh. His enthusiasm was well-received as Kuukaku moaned and began to pet his spiky hair.
While Ichigo tended to an ex-noble's huge chest, another ex-noble played with a smaller set of breasts. Soi Fon whined as Yoruichi's tongue darted over her nipples until both breasts were glistening with a coat of saliva. All the while, talented fingers were busy underneath the Second Squad captain's hakama, rubbing the wet flesh of her snatch. Whenever her fingers brushed against the sensitive pearl at the top of her slit, Soi Fon jutted with a cry.
"My, my," Yoruichi teased, taking a moment to toy with Soi Fon's clitoris. "You're so loud, Soi Fon. I haven't heard you be so vocal in a while." She glanced over her shoulder at her old friend; Kuukaku smirked at her over the orange points of Ichigo's head as he suckled on her breasts. Yoruichi, for one, was glad that her student was finally taking some interest in this matter instead of bumbling around a woman's body.
Soi Fon hated and loved how her mistress was treating her. Bending her upper body toward Yoruichi, she let out a sound akin to a sob. "Yoruichi-sama!" She grasped at the forearm that was partly hidden within her pants as skilled digits finally slipped into her folds. Yoruichi couldn't help the smug chuckle that rumbled in her throat before she brought her lips to the smaller woman's ear lobe, nipping so tenderly at it. Shivers coursed up Soi Fon's spine, all the while, fire burned within her core.
"You're getting close, aren't you?" purred Yoruichi in Soi Fon's ear. "Should I stop playing? Do you want more?" She moved her knee in between the captain's legs and pushed. So quickly, Soi Fon began to beg the Flash Goddess for more. And Yoruichi, finding some pity on the poor girl, obliged.
She moved down Soi Fon's hakama and undergarments agonizingly slow. With the remainder of her clothing bunched up at her ankles, the captain could find some relief now that her heated body was finally exposed to the cool air. Her pussy quivered with anticipation, sensitive and dripping from Yoruichi's earlier ministrations. Now the cat-woman was prepared to deliver even more as she leaned in, golden eyes not leaving the lust-drunk gray ones.
The dainty tongue of Yoruichi barely touched Soi Fon's anticipating labia. Torturously lazy movements were made by the otherwise skillful tongue, bringing the short girl pleasure, but not enough. It was enough to bring tears to her eyes as she tossed back and forth, biting down hard on her index finger. Gradually, though, her goddess gave into her prayers and began to lick with much more skill and enthusiasm.
Unlike her protégé, Yoruichi was in full control of herself. Her body yearned to be touched as well, but she could let the fire grow larger before she needed to be sated. She could touch herself while eating out Soi Fon, but it was too much fun to keep herself wanting. Also, why should she waste the effort of giving herself a moderate orgasm when Soi Fon was always so eager to return the favor ten fold?
Yoruichi's tongue pierced Soi Fon's body until her mouth practically covered Soi Fon's sex. Legs clamping on either side of Yoruichi's head and ten fingers rushing into her hair, Soi Fon squealed in delight. Her eyes were screwed shut and sweat rolled off her forehead. Yoruichi's oral muscle wriggled around within her for a while longer before slowly withdrawing, leaving Soi Fon feeling empty for just a moment until two fingers shoved into her.
The former princess chuckled in her throat as she angled Soi Fon's hips upward with one hand on her ass. Then she shoved her two fingers deep into Soi Fon's pussy. Again, the girl jerked in response with a cry. Her hips were thrusting by themselves when Yoruichi started to pump her digits as fast as she could into her sensitive hole.
"Oh god! Yoruichi-sama!" cried Soi Fon as her muscles tensed. She kept her eyes shut from the intense pleasure radiating from her nether regions, listening to her own groans of pleasure and the wet noises Yoruichi's fingers made while they thrust into her over and over again. "I can't take anymore!" the captain would scream as her fingers fisted in Yoruichi's hair; the older woman only laughed softly, her hot breath on Soi Fon's vagina. Her apprentice's hysterical fits of pleasure spurred her on to complete the job, grunting in effort herself as her hand movement tripled in speed.
Soi Fon's eyes went wide, as did her mouth. No breath was taken and not a single motion was made as she came. A shallow gasp signaled her release as her legs clamped onto the hand toying with her pussy. Yoruichi, of course, didn't stop her thrusting motions, even as she felt the muscles clamp down on the invading digits. She made the plunges deep and forceful to help Soi Fon ride out the last waves of her orgasm. When the storm of pleasure ebbed, Soi Fon gave a heavy sigh as tense muscles began to relax.
Yoruichi smiled, slowly withdrawing her soiled hand from Soi Fon's depths. The captain was set down to rest while the cat woman licked her hand clean. For the moment, Yoruichi would let her lover sleep. "Rest up, Soi Fon," she whispered while stroking one side of Soi Fon's face with her unsullied hand. "You'll need it."
She would indeed need the rest, but not while Kuukaku was under Ichigo's hungry mouth's attention. The one-armed noble had watched Yoruichi and Soi Fon for a time, but found that – after he had some practice to remember how it was done – Ichigo's lips on her breasts were much more appealing. She took deep breaths and would sometimes moan as he sucked and nipped at her sensitive flesh. Hers were the biggest tits that he had sucked on yet; which was saying something since Yoruichi's weren't exactly A-cup breasts.
"You were right, Yoruichi," Kuukaku said while Ichigo switched breasts. His tongue circled her areola before rolling over the full nipple. When she spoke, his eyes lifted to give attention to her; his mouth didn't budge as he drew on her supple flesh. "This kid definitely loves breasts."
The announcement made Ichigo flush in the anger; the tit in his mouth jiggled when he abruptly pulled back to glare at the busty woman, ignoring Yoruichi prowling up from behind. "It's nothing like that!" he proclaimed defensively. "I'm not some one-track minded pervert!"
Whatever admonishments he would give in this rather strange situation were forgotten immediately when the smooth hand of Yoruichi – still sticky with the leftovers of Soi Fon's essence – grasped the apparent bulge straining at an odd angle. Ichigo perked up, stiffening as the hand on his rigid cock began to stroke him through his hakama. Her other hand went up to caress his neck, feeling his pulse quicken. Such tender hands, he thought as she so gently touched his skin; a powerful throb occurred in the shaft in Yoruichi's right hand. She purred in his ear before kissing it.
"Ichigo, don't take it so badly," she whispered. She squeezed him, making him double over with a restrained groan. "It's normal in a boy your age." Her lips pressed against the side of his neck. As shivers ran up and down his spine, she began to untie the sash holding up his pants. The hem came slack, so she slipped them down with his undergarments.
His cock bobbed into view, and Kuukaku was quite surprised by the size of it. She gave a laugh as the weeping shaft rubbed on the nipple of her left breast. "You didn't tell me he'd be this big, Yoruichi. The kid's got a gift." While she spoke, she lifted a hand to encase the heated flesh; Yoruichi also stroked the penis, rubbing light fingertips over the wet tip.
With a duo of hands – each belonging to a different woman – petting his erection, Ichigo was nearing heaven. Yoruichi helped him discard his gi top, which let him feel her bosom molding against his back. He moved accordingly when she positioned him, too distracted by the stroking motions of Kuukaku's hand on his ultra-sensitive organ. He would hiss in pleasure when she would pause to rub her thumb at the tip.
The comfort of her fist left him, and was replaced by utter softness. Kuukaku's tits sheathed most of his nine-inch cock. With Yoruichi's guidance on his hips, Ichigo pushed forward and a gloriously slow pace, allowing him to experience the utter splendor of her chest. Kuukaku wrapped her arm underneath her heavy breasts to keep them locked around his member.
Lips touched Ichigo's shoulders several times; he squirmed a little from being ticklish in his aroused state. Yoruichi moved Ichigo's hips by shifting her own against him. His cock's head brushed against Kuukaku's lips when he was pushed all the way up; she graced him when her mouth opened and capped it. She suckled on the sensitive head, tasting the bittersweet tang of his pre-cum.
Behind him, Yoruichi groaned and rubbed up against Ichigo. Hands roamed his body, running down his muscled chest down to his crotch, where she cupped his testicles and massaged them as his penis drew back from the constricting cleavage of Kuukaku; his cock was pulled from the harsh suction of Kuukaku's mouth, creating a loud pop when the hole was unplugged. Saliva ran down the corner of her grinning mouth, and her tongue ran across the corner of her lips as she sensually gazed up at Ichigo.
When he extracted his member fully from the cleavage, Yoruichi stroked it, rubbing the saliva-covered head before jerking the rest of the shaft skillfully. Her touches made Ichigo moan. After she was satisfied, she aimed his thick member at Kuukaku's supported bosom's cleft. He poked her supple flesh before hitting the mark and sinking between the globes. Nine inches passed through the narrow gap, the tip once again being welcomed by Kuukaku's eager mouth. Her tongue swirled over the swollen head, cleaning it of more pre-cum, and her lips closed around it again.
Ichigo whimpered and a shiver coursed through him as his loins came to an exploding point. His hips shoved forward, making Kuukaku grunt when he unexpectedly shoved to the back of her throat. Before he could repeat the process, the base of his cock was grasped and angled the shaft upward, out of the warmth of Kuukaku's tits. Before all pleasure could come to a climax, he was ruthlessly brought back from that edge. Yoruichi spoke in his ear, "Not yet, Ichigo. Don't waste all that precious cum so soon. You have a long night ahead of you."
The expectation of a night filled with sex – with more than one beautiful woman, no doubt – had Ichigo's mouth turning dry, though his erection couldn't have been any thicker, harder, or longer. Before he could say anything, he was drawn away from Kuukaku's topless form, giving her enough space to wriggle out from between his legs.
As Kuukaku gathered herself, Yoruichi turned Ichigo about and pressed her lips firmly against his, the faint taste of Soi Fon's arousal passed into his mouth. The kiss intensified when Ichigo turned all the way around, hand tugging her hips against him. His arousal pressed firmly against her, the space between their bodies now nonexistent. They moaned into the other's mouth until they slowly broke away, saliva linking their tongues in a thin trail.
When he attempted to dive in for another kiss, Yoruichi held him at bay with a hand on his chest. "Not so fast, Ichigo. You have other matters to attend to." Not wasting time explaining her vague words, she lifted her top – a difficult endeavor when pulling them over the large swells over her breasts. The twin globes jiggled when finally freed, seeming as appetizing to Ichigo as when he first saw them. To further entice him, she lifted the left one. She talked smoothly and sexily, telling him to not keep her waiting.
Her dark nipple vanished with all haste into Ichigo's mouth. He pressed against her and wrapped his arms around her midsection to keep her from pulling away. All the while, she smirked and held the back of his head. A tassel of his hair was twirled in between her fingers. When he tugged on the nipple with his teeth, she moaned, petting the back of his head.
Taking her by surprise was Kuukaku, turning her friend's head to connect their lips. The bustier woman brushed her hand through the dark purple hair of Yoruichi when she became receptive to the kiss. The Goddess of Flash moaned huskily in Kuukaku's mouth when Ichigo's strong, calloused hand slid over her unattended tit, thumb and forefinger plucking at the sensitive tip.
Yoruichi was losing her composure when Kuukaku began to roam her body with her hand and lips. The black-haired noble planted quick kisses along Yoruichi's neck, stopping at the crook of her neck to suckle on the ticklish area. All the while, her palm slipped down, caressing Yoruichi's breast momentarily, and then ceased its trek at the waistband of her spandex pants. Nimble fingers easily slipped beneath the tight clothing, moving down smooth flesh until there was wetness.
"Ah," gasped Yoruichi subtly, "Kuukaku!" Her body quaked a little under the tender touches of both her student and her friend. She adjusted her position so that her lovely legs could wrap around Ichigo's waist, letting his dick nestle against the juncture of her thighs, where Kuukaku's hand was busily massaging her sensitive area. It was too much for Yoruichi. She pried Ichigo away from her chest and stood up. Naked and leaning back on his elbows, Ichigo watched as the splendor of a nude Yoruichi was revealed to him. She brought down her pants and threw off her shirt entirely. The sight of her flowering vagina made Ichigo's mouth water, and he couldn't wait to be buried inside her again.
He had hoped that she wouldn't waste any time and would impale herself on his eager shaft immediately; instead, she pressed the ball of her foot against his chest and forced him to lie back. Before he could question her motives, she straddled the lower portion of his face. He looked up at her, words muffled against her sex. Her toothy smirk taunted him, and a hand slipped into his hair. "Now, now, Ichigo, don't complain. Kuukaku will take care of you." She winked at Kuukaku; the amputee was already one step ahead of her, removing her white undergarments and hiking up the front of her skirt.
Her feet were planted at either side of Ichigo's hips before squatting. She felt his cock throb eagerly when she directed it. The head of his penis rubbed against the trimmed curls above her slit before bending slightly as she forced it to move to her moist entrance. There, he sunk into her tight depths, much to their shared satisfaction. Ichigo breathed a sigh against Yoruichi's womanhood, taking a moment to relish the feeling before finally extending his tongue to touch her nether lips.
Kuukaku had bated breath as she descended on the rod that stretched her more than any before. With some grit and determination, she settled down on his lap. A shallow gulp of air was taken from the feel of being so filled. It was wonderful. Using her only arm as a brace, she lifted and lowered herself on the nine-inch cock. "Mmm, this really is a good one you've found, Yoruichi. I couldn't have guessed when I first met this clumsy idiot." The look of offense went ignored on Ichigo's face, though that didn't stop him from eating out his mentor.
"I thought that, too," Yoruichi said, now seeing the glare sent up to her from beneath her crotch. She bit her lower lip and ground her pussy more against his mouth. Glistening lips were claimed by Ichigo, and his tongue snaked its way into her body. This made her moan considerably loud. "Since that time," she continued, giving Ichigo the sincerest gaze of pleasure possible to show that she loved what he was doing, "he's definitely changed my mind." As a reward, Ichigo moved his lips to attend her clit, which she truly appreciated.
On both sides of the orange-haired teenager, two well-endowed, beautiful women rode him. At some point, Yoruichi turned about to face Kuukaku, which also gave Ichigo better access to her clit – another bonus. She mashed lips with the ex-noble as they were slowly, but surely building up to a powerful orgasm. Ichigo, already close to the brink, did what he could to satisfy both women at the same time. His tongue was tiring, but it was still doing its job since Yoruichi hadn't let up her moaning yet. For Kuukaku, he managed to meet the bucking of her hips with his own.
Whether or not she was trying to aid Ichigo in bringing Kuukaku to an orgasm, Yoruichi lifted one of the large breasts enough to catch the nipple in her mouth and suckle on it. This was much better, Kuukaku thought as Yoruichi fondled the other tit, than letting those heavy things just bounce as she was fucked by Ichigo. She wasn't exactly prepared for it, though, when Yoruichi also reached down to rub the bundle of nerves at the crest of her pussy.
The fluttering around Ichigo's pounding cock intensified, signaling to him that Kuukaku was dangerously close to an orgasm. That meant that he wouldn't be too far behind. What worried him was his teacher's satisfaction. Hooking his hands around her strong thighs, he brought her down harder on his face and moved his oral muscle for all it was worth. Sure enough, with this extra spur of effort, the ebony woman's muscles began to quiver with the onslaught of an orgasm.
Thank God Yoruichi came first, Ichigo thought when she cried out, arching her back and pushing her pussy down against his tongue. He barely had any reserves left, and being more in control of himself than his first time, he wanted to at least warn Kuukaku when he came. However, he first would have Yoruichi ride her orgasm out, tongue lashing as fluids ran rapidly from her. When her climax was done and she slumped forward, hands planted at his sides and head hanging, Ichigo pulled away from her sex just enough to practically shout, "Cumming!"
Kuukaku, not being one who took much care with birth control since she was alone for most of the time, hastily got off of Ichigo's pole. From the dizziness of pleasure, she staggered a little, all the while staring at the cock bobbing madly. His testicles contracted, and steamy liquid rushed through his shaft. When the first wad of semen shot from his body, it felt almost painful after holding back for so long. Because of the way it was angled, Yoruichi's body was dowsed with blast after blast of cum. The first shot splattered on her left breast. Following jets reached lower, coating her stomach and thighs mostly until the momentum was lost; the last of his orgasm dribbled onto his belly.
To coax the last of his sperm from his penis, Kuukaku knelt between his legs and began to furiously jerk it in her fist. The teen could hardly stand the sensation without crying out, but when she engulfed the head in her mouth, he wasn't sure he could continue to live. Sure enough, he still had some spunk left to give, granted they were only two small bursts followed by trickles. Kuukaku's tongue gathered up the salty taste and swallowed.
Now spent, Ichigo's cock lost some of its firmness. He sighed heavily, finally able to breathe freely again when Yoruichi crawled off of him. As he recovered, Yoruichi and Kuukaku licked the cum up off his body before sharing it in a deep kiss. When it ended, they swallowed their share before turning back to Ichigo. He had at least one more task for the night, Yoruichi planned, and he couldn't be flaccid for it.
To rejuvenate him, both she and Kuukaku pressed their breasts against his cock. He was brought back to full hardness within a matter of seconds, making Kuukaku once again comment on how surprising he was. They lifted and dropped their tits against his sensitive organ, the cum on Yoruichi's breasts and on his penis helped it glide smoothly between the soft flesh.
"Come on, Ichigo. I have one last favor to ask of you," purred Yoruichi prior to flicking the tip of her tongue over the swollen head of his cock, tasting Kuukaku on it. "Don't you want to fuck Soi Fon again?"
Ichigo was panting heavily. He lifted his head as much as he could to stare at her. "I… I need to rest," he wheezed, arching his back when Kuukaku generously took him into her mouth and suckled tenderly.
Yoruichi brought her tits away from him so that she could move up and kiss him deeply. It wasn't prolonged, just an incentive to get him raring to go again. She giggled when he gave her an unsatisfied scowl at how she teased him sometimes. Softly, she urged him to get up as Kuukaku stepped away, ready for a good smoke while watching the rest of the events unfold. On weak legs, Ichigo followed her over to where Soi Fon still lay in a slight slumber; his eyes couldn't move from the wave of Yoruichi's ass when she walked.
With subtle touches and tender kisses, Yoruichi brought Soi Fon awake. "Yoruichi-sama?" she mumbled groggily. Coming to her senses quickly enough, she removed all fatigue almost instantly and sat properly with her legs folded underneath her, though she didn't seem so proper when completely nude. Her lithe body was admired by Ichigo as he stared at her. While her breasts were small – especially when stacked against the pair in front of her – they were pleasant to the touch. Her gray eyes moved over to regard Ichigo, red crossing her impassive face when she noticed the erection he was sporting; he shared her embarrassment. Noticing this, Yoruichi laughed heartily and commented that they were both acting like children as she went off to a satchel stashed in a corner of the room.
As she fumbled through the items, Ichigo awkwardly rubbed the back of his head while caught in the petrifying gaze of the commander of the Special Ops. "Hi, Soi Fon-san," he dumbly said. He wanted to kick himself for speaking so formally to a woman he not only shared his virginity with, but the woman he was getting prepped to fuck in just a little while.
Soi Fon finally turned her eyes away. "I can't believe Yoruichi-sama wanted to include you again," she mumbled, stabbing Ichigo in the gut with her harsh words. That was her intention, for she didn't want to appear weak to him by admitting that she loved how he fucked her before.
"I wasn't exactly expecting it either," argued Ichigo as he looked off to the side.
Yoruichi returned with two foil squares, announcing that she found them. Ichigo, while never using them before, identified them as condoms and flushed. "These will help, Ichigo," she said as she passed them to him. He eyed them before looking back at Yoruichi. Deciding to explain, she said, "Put one on. It's lubricated, so we won't have to worry about that."
"Why do you want me to wear these all of a sudden?" Ichigo asked while he nevertheless unwrapped the latex protection and unskillfully rolled it over his penis, wincing at the slight discomfort it caused at first.
Yoruichi placed a hand on her hip while holding up a finger pointedly. "I told you last time, remember? It's time you try anal."
Both Ichigo and Soi Fon tensed at the declaration; the girl was probably more shocked at the announcement since she was going to be the one penetrated. "I can't do that!" she protested fearfully. She knew it would hurt, and Ichigo wasn't exactly 'fun-sized'.
"Soi Fon," sighed Yoruichi in exasperation. She took a lazy stance, half-lidded eyes cast towards her lover. "Stop complaining. It's not as bad as you make it out to be. You worry too much. Ichigo…" She looked over at the boy and nodded towards the cowering shinigami. "You'll do it, right?"
Ichigo stammered in response. "I… I can't if Soi Fon-san doesn't want to! That's rape!"
High morale, like always; Yoruichi groaned at these meaningless complications. Her golden stare went to Soi Fon again. "Try it for a little bit. If it doesn't suit you, we'll stop. Alright?"
Though appalled at the idea of Ichigo going 'there', Soi Fon agreed nonetheless with her idle. After all, she would do anything for her.
"There ya go, Ichigo!" declared Yoruichi, now happy that they could finally get this act going. Ichigo, not too thrilled about the idea, still complied. He hoped to at least make Soi Fon feel comfortable by a little bit of foreplay first, but she resisted his kiss and told him to get on with it. Rather submissively, she got onto all fours and braced herself, fingers balling into fists on the floor as she trembled.
Ichigo didn't want to prolong her anxiety any longer, so he went behind her. On his knees, he had to maneuver his cock somewhat to actually press against the tight ring. The lube on the condom didn't exactly make it much easier to force himself through her anus, which caused discomfort on both parts. Soi Fon yelped when the head popped into her. It was so painful, but she would endure it a while longer. Her ass was pulled back inch by inch, guided by Ichigo's gentle hands. Five inches in, and Soi Fon thought that she would throw up. The tightness of it was almost unbearable on Ichigo's part, and flashes of his cock being dismembered from the tightness crossed his mind. When he thought it wasn't such a good idea and started to back out, Yoruichi came up from behind to keep him from escaping. She whispered comforting and sexy words into his ear as she eased him deeper into Soi Fon's ass. Eventually, though, the cat woman left Ichigo's side to gather something else from the satchel in the corner; he gave her little thought as he focused on Soi Fon.
Soi Fon's breath was hitched. She had never taken Ichigo so deep in her before. And now that their hips were pressed against each other, she knew that he was completely in her. She almost could smile victoriously at the accomplishment had the pain not been so immense. Even so, the one who began the thrusting was her. She pulled forward a little before slowly pushing back, gritting her teeth against the sting.
With time, Soi Fon had begun to pound surprisingly fast against Ichigo; pain was fading surely to be replaced with absolute pleasure. Now that her body had accepted and accommodated him, the thrusts became more savage. Ichigo moaned aloud, hands leaving Soi Fon's waist to run up her sides and caress the breasts that fit perfectly in his palms. Being so much taller than her, he towered over her when his front pressed down on her, supporting his weight with one hand as the other toyed with her breasts.
Sometime later, when anal sex was accustomed to, Ichigo angled themselves so that she was sitting – thighs wide apart – on his lap as his own legs were folded, balancing on his knees and the balls of his feet. The rings attached to her twin braids of hair clattered on the mat, clinking in time with the thrusts made into her. Her hands moved back to brace better on Ichigo's hips. It was just the position Yoruichi was waiting for. Prepped for her own style of love-making for Soi Fon, she reappeared in front of her ward, hands on hips and purple strap-on proudly displayed for the lust-induced girl to gawk at.
Bending at the middle, Yoruichi leaned down to Soi Fon with her trademark grin of mischief. "Don't look so surprised, Soi Fon. What do you think I was doing for the past few days?" she teased while brushing a hand over Soi Fon's cheek. "I was gathering the supplies for this. I didn't want to be left out on your first anal."
Soi Fon stuttered as Yoruichi slowly moved into place, eyes staring intently on the sex-toy fumbling to find her entrance; Yoruichi had to tell Ichigo to bring the small woman's hips up some so that she could move into her as well. Ichigo had no complaints and raised Soi Fon, though she squirmed when the head of Yoruichi's fake phallus pressed against her wet pussy, slipping in with ease after the initial thrust.
Never before – and never again, probably – had Soi Fon ever felt so filled as she was lowered upon two cocks at once. She threw her head back and cried when she came down to settle in Ichigo's and Yoruichi's laps. Now with the feminine hands of Yoruichi on her ass and Ichigo's stronger one at her hips, she was in absolutely no control of her movements. It was a struggle at first for the penetrating party to agree on a rhythm, fighting against each other's pushes and pulls, while Soi Fon jerked and bounced in response to their insistence.
After a minute of mindless thrusting, Ichigo and Yoruichi got into the swing of things. Soi Fon moved like some kind of machinery as she held onto Yoruichi as the cocks shoved into her one after the other. Wet noises were made from this clockwork thrusting, generating the most pleasure possible.
Soi Fon, now accustomed to the foreign invasion of her lower body, began to mesh her lips with Yoruichi's. The seed Ichigo had shot on Yoruichi's body earlier glued the women together as they ravished one another's mouth. Large breasts smothered smaller ones, catching Ichigo's eyes as he still pounded into Soi Fon's tight hole from behind. Muscles were tensing within Soi Fon, which told him that she would be close to reaching an orgasm.
It was enough to be the doom of Ichigo. He yanked out of Soi Fon and removed the condom with all haste, for in the next millisecond, he exploded. Hot semen began to coat Soi Fon's ass in quick bursts from his penis. As he stroked himself to drain the ejaculate from his sac, Soi Fon brought her face away from Yoruichi's, panting heavily as she watched him unload on her backside, making the flushed cheeks glisten with white fluid.
At last, Ichigo was down for the count, falling back while panting heavily. His arms and legs were splayed out around him as he tried to catch his breath. Exhausted, he was asleep in a matter of seconds.
Soi Fon dwelled on him for only a moment before wrapping her legs around Yoruichi's waist. The cat woman was now in total control and took advantage of it. She ruthlessly began to thrust into Soi Fon, making the usually quiet assassin cry out in pleasure. "Yourichi-sama! Yoruichi-sama!" she chanted over and over, her fingers digging into her beloved's shoulders for support and to keep herself from going mad.
"Cum, Soi Fon," Yoruichi grunted as she made quick, punctuated bucks of her hips. "Cum for me."
As if willing her body to follow Yoruichi's commands, Soi Fon threw her head back and exclaimed her release. Fluids from her pussy flooded over Yoruichi's thighs. Limbs quivered and breath was shaky. Soi Fon was finished, falling against her lover as she made short, slow and tender strokes to ease her from her orgasmic heights. Dazed and sore, Soi Fon chased Ichigo in dreamland.
The two 'students' of Yoruichi were laid side-by-side to catch up on some rest. All the while, the instructor stood over them with a look of victory. "Looks like they're out for the night," she mused before turning and sauntering over to Kuukaku. They shared knowing grins. Yoruichi reached down to stroke some of the buxom woman's hair while she, in turn, took hold of the strap-on erected above her face, still glistening with Soi Fon's juices. "I guess it'll be a while before they can stand with pros like us."
Kuukaku nodded. "Too bad they won't be awake to see how it's done," she whispered before licking the phallus, tasting the essence of woman on it. For her and Yoruichi, the night had just begun…