Lesson 5

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Yoruichi stroked slowly and lovingly, relishing the feel of his hot iron like erect shaft. The soft hands taking in the shape. The spongy bulbous head that tapered out down the long shaft before ending at the hilt where the appendage met the rest of his body.

Back and forth her hand glided over his sensitive flesh. Her breathing beginning to match his labored panting until her breath caught as he sunk two fingers into her. Her eyes snapping open at the surprising sensation and catching the obscene sight of her self. On her lovers lap legs spread lewdly, puffy lips of her pussy glistening with her nectar as his fingers continued to pump into her.

She half way expected to be disgusted by the sight but instead flashes of intense heat rippled through her and inflamed her desire. She was so turned on. She rolled her hips into Kisuke's fingers still stroking him and watching herself in the mirror.

Kisuke's body was surging with the need for release watching the two of them in the mirror was turning out to be more than he could bear. The little sweet erotic contortions of her face, her young tender body wanting, in his arms. The delicious roll of her hips on his fingers. The searing heat of her sweet pussy.

He pulled his fingers from her, glistening and sticky as if he had been dipping them in honey. He stuck them in his mouth as Yoruichi watched him in the mirror as he seductively sucked them clean. Yoruichi's full moist lips were agape from the salacious scene. Another gush of delicious warmth spread through her as Kisuke positioned his head back at her shoulder for a moment while taking his cock from her and leaning back just a little to get the correct angle. He slid his fiery cock head over her adorable gleaming slit several times. Yoruichi watched unblinking, holding her breath, as he continued until he sank the thick rod deep into her hungry hot entrance. Her head flew back as low delighted moans left her mouth as he did it.

Kisuke began to saw in and out of her staring intently at the mirror. Watching himself appear and disappear back and forth into the hot sheath of her. His cock was glistening and dripping wet within moments.

Yoruichi's blissfully anguished face on display as she lolled her head back and forth stopping only to watch the mirror turning her head slightly to give Kisuke crooked kisses while she still watched him fuck her.

He always made her want it.

Kisuke continued his stroking, his rhythm steadily building as they were already out of time and both of them wanted and needed this release and he knew that it wouldn't be long.

They were both taking a chance being out in the open but that added to the intense excitement and lewd pleasure of the moment.

Wet slapping sounds filled the locker room as his pace continued to quicken. So much so he had a firm grasp of Yoruichi's waist and she was literally bouncing wildly on his lap. He had pulled her swim suit top to rest between her two large breasts and they were wobbling and jiggling erratically now.

Their bodies were bucking, bouncing and colliding at a wild and maddening pace. Yoruichi felt the lightness in her belly, her clit prickling deliciously with each stroke. Kisuke's grip on Yoruichi's waist became tighter, his body beginning to stiffen.

Yoruichi was the first, her body shuddering uncontrollably. She bit her finger to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Muffled moans of euphoria shattered her senses. Her clit throbbing with such intense pleasure it felt it would burst from her body. She was overwhelmed, convulsing with huge waves of voluptuous ecstasy flooding thru her, blanking all else out.

Kisuke was in awe, her beauty seemed to triple when she came, it was like heaven itself seeing her. He glanced down seeing his horny cock piston in and out her young tight pussy, then with a final savage thrust squeezing her for dear life his cock erupted in a staccato spasm. His hot thick seed shooting into her repeatedly while setting off several smaller orgasms in her that caused her to whimper and spasm in his arms with pleasure.

xxxx

Soi Fon was pacing in front of the Shihouin limo. The smart black tailored suit she wore, added to her powerful aura. Though looking at her face one would probably think she too was a student of the school.

The limo driver Omaeda let out a hoot as he took another bite of the messy large hamburger he was eating. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve still staring and laughing at his phone at what Soi Fon was sure was some inane video.

"Omaeda, you heathen!" Soi Fon shouted throwing a rock at his head. "Use a napkin, that's why they put them in the bag."

"Ahh, yes Taicho."

"And I thought I told you to stop calling me that."

"But you do seem very captain-ly."

Soi Fon turned with a start seeing Yoruichi standing behind her.

"Mistress."

Yoruichi rolled her eyes at the title.

"Omaeda, you can stop calling her Taicho when she stops calling me mistress." Yoruichi cocked her eyebrow at the bowing Soi Fon and gave her a wink as she headed to the limo.

"Yoruichi-sama," Soi Fon said reaching for the door handle before Yoruichi could. "You're all wet."

Yoruichi swallowed, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath, trying to stop herself from smiling.

"I know. I apologize, " She turned smiling brightly. "The water felt so good today I just lost track of time and just kept swimming."

"Yoruichi-sama, that must be how you keep your body so beautiful.."

Fire glinted in Soi Fon's eyes and before any of them knew what had happened she was on Omaeda. His neck tie in her hand pulling him down to her eye level while his face was quickly changing from blue to purple for lack of oxygen.

"Omaeda! You dog! Don't you ever speak to her that way again!"

"Soi Fon, really, its fine." Yoruichi shook her head, she had seen this dance with those two so many times.

Soi Fon was still enraged and Omaeda was fading fast, it took Yoruichi running to the front of the limo and pulling them apart before Soi Fon would let go.

"Soi Fon, please you can't treat every man who admires me that way. I'm sure Omaeda meant no disrespect, right?" She said looking down at the gasping driver who could only manage to nod in response. "See."

"But Mist-... Yoruichi-sama my job is to protect you from all danger be they physical or even verbal," she punctuated her statement by kicking Omaeda in the head.

"Please, Soi Fon," Yoruichi sighed heading to the back of the limo. "I'm hungry." Yoruichi resisted the desire to look up at the school. Third floor, sixth window from the end. She knew he was watching her. He watched her everyday she left school.

Yoruichi sank into the luxurious leather seat of the limo. While Soi Fon continued to watch her.

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Kisuke rubbed his neck. He was sorry to see the exchange between Soi Fon and Omaeda. If she could do that to someone who was four times her size what would she do to him.

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Kisuke was engrossed, his mind flitting from one amorous lewd encounter with his young student to the next. The sea of people who engulfed him in the Karakura subway didn't once take him out of the comfort and warm passion of his thoughts that had his cock bulging in his pants. He did have to be careful though as not to let the pulsing beast make contact with any one else especially any females. He had an embarrassing incident a few weeks prior and an older woman on the train mistook him for a groper. It was all he could do to talk his way out of the situation and not have the school alerted to the situation. So now he held his messenger bag in front of him as he daydreamed.

"Hey! There he is!"

Kisuke raised up from the tide of exiting commuters as he emerged from the subway. He smiled in spite of himself seeing his old school friends Shinji Hirako and Love Aikawa.

"Hey, what's up." He greeted his friends stiffly not wanting them to see his tented pants.

"Figures we'd have to catch you here seeing as how you never answer your phone or never seem to be home."

He was home every evening, grading papers and jacking off waiting impatiently for the next day of school to start so he could see Yoruichi. Weekends were the worst. Two whole days with no contact what so ever with her. It had gotten so bad he had bought a prepaid cell phone that he used to text her on.

She had become more forth coming when they texted though.

"We're going out for drinks." Shinji said wrapping his arm around Kisuke's shoulder and pulling him thru the crowd.

"No, really, I can't. I have papers to grade."

"Fuck, they can wait. Man, Kisuke we haven't seen you in forever and we're not taking no for an answer."

Kisuke smiled weakly stroking his bag, he normally would be texting Yoruichi at this time. Though she rarely texted him back right away.

Shinji had a firm grip on his shoulder as he chatted away with what had been going on with him for the last few months and Love flanked him chiming in on the conversation here and there. Kisuke knew he wouldn't get away from these two. Besides it was good to see them again.

Shinji continued talking with Love adding his comments as they steered the bewildered Kisuke to a nearby bar where several other friends greeted him.

"You haven't talked to us for like 6 months since this last semester started." Shinji said sitting down next to Kisuke just incase he had to tackle him. "I'm glad to see they haven't run you out of school yet."

Kisuke blushed, smiling sheepishly while rubbing his hands thru his thick blond hair. If they only knew.

"I don't see how you can do it, dude." Love said taking a drink of his beer.

"What?"

"What? There all day with those luscious nubile high school girls all wanting extra credit." He emphasized the last two words accentuating them further with a wink and a lecherous grin. They all laughed deeply, each one imagining their own scenario of what they thought Kisuke's job was like.

Kisuke froze as he felt his face burning. He looked down at his drink hoping his hair would mask the surely growing redness of his cheeks.

"I'm sure you'd have a field day with that huh, Urahara-san."

Kisuke's eyes widened as he coughed and choked on his beer. He wiped his mouth looking up at the smiling raven haired girl. Her smile wasn't really a smile. Always a smirk, and the last few months of their year-long relationship that same smile had turned into more of a condescending one. It hadn't changed that much in the last 9 months.

Kisuke rolled his eyes and cut a tense and questioning look towards Shinji, who could only shrug apologetically.

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To be continued