Final Chapter
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Warning: Lemon!
Five years later…
Kurosaki House
Orihime Kurosaki was busy pulling a pie out of an oven when she heard the door open. The loving housewife smiled when she heard the happy sound of father and son coming in from the front of the house. Taking off her apron, Orihime picked up the pie with an oven mitt and carried it into the living room.
In the past five years of her motherhood and marriage, Orihime had blossomed from a lovely teen to a voluptuous, elegant woman. Her hair now went all the way down her back, tied with a bright red ribbon Isshin had given her their first Christmas together. Her body had grown in the past few years along with her hair. She was a little taller and had reached her maturity. Her breasts were large and firm, a prime target for Kon to perv on half the time and her hips wide but smooth and elegant.
Entering the room, she smiled happily when she saw her husband sitting on the couch with dear little Sora on his lap, the father giving goofy faces at his son who giggled with childish glee.
Sora Kurosaki looked very much like his older brother and father. In fact, many folks had noted that little Sora looked like a mini Ichigo. The boy retained both his mother's eyes and hair, his burnt-orange locks almost shimmering in the afternoon sun.
Setting down the pie on the coffee table, Orihime sat down next to her husband, smiling when Isshin wrapped an arm around her lovingly. "So how was your day today, boys?" she asked with a caring smile.
"Hi, Mommy!" Sora squealed with glee. He wrapped his tiny arms around her neck and gave her a hug. "Daddy and I had fun at the park today!"
Orihime patted her child's head tenderly, her hand gently running through his orange hair. She was happy to see that Sora was growing into a happy, young boy. She hoped that he would never have to go through the trials that both she and his older brother, Ichigo had faced.
Though he was only just five years old, Sora had already developed spiritual awareness, pointing out ghosts that he had seen. Orihime was unsure if Sora had any of his mother's powers but she and Isshin had adopted a wait-and-see attitude, promising to teach him how to control his Soul Reaper powers when he was older and ready to handle such responsibility.
Orihime cut a small piece of pie and gave it to her happy child. "Here you go, Sora. It's blueberry pie. Your favorite!"
Sora's face lit up like it was his birthday. "Yay!" He took the piece of pie and started to chow down on it. "Thank you, Mommy!"
Both parents smiled adoringly at their child. Isshin noticed that they were the only ones in the house and looked at his wife. "Where's Yuzu and Karin?" He noticed that it was past five and that they should be back from school by now.
Orihime smiled. "They called me about ten minutes ago. Yuzu and Karin are going out on a double date with Jinta and Ururu." A
As the twins grew into young women, they both started to find love in their friends at Urahara Shop. After they fighting over Soccer Jinta and Karin found they had much in common and soon started to date. Yuzu, on the other hand, came to the personal realization that she liked girls and started her own relationship with Ururu, the two developing a loving relationship.
As for the other sibling of the Kurosaki house, Orihime's stepson, Ichigo, was now living in a small home he'd bought with money saved up from his job at Ikumi's. Like Orihime, he too had tied the knot, marrying Rukia Kuchiki with her brother's blessing. The two would come by often to visit and on their last one they happily announced that Rukia was pregnant with her first child, much to Isshin and Orihime's delight.
After eating his slice of blueberry pie, little Sora cuddled with his parents on the couch, enjoying their warmth as he sat between them. They watched his favorite cartoon for the next hour until it started to get dark. Looking down, Isshin saw that his son's eyes were getting sleepy. "Time for bed," he said.
"But Daddy," Sora yawned. "I wanna stay up."
"When you're older," Isshin chuckled as he carried his son up the stairs to get him ready for bed. Orihime watched her husband leave and smiled, standing up to move to the bedroom to get some things ready.
After the child was bathed, dressed and put to bed, Isshin descended the stairs and looked around to see that his wife was nowhere to be seen. "Honey?" he called out. He didn't get an answer but he did hear something coming from the bedroom. Walking towards it, he opened the door and couldn't' fight the smirk on his face.
The TV was on and showing one of their little sextapes. He saw himself on the bed with both Orihime and Tatsuki, the latter beneath him as he pounded the woman's asshole with raw abandon. Isshin felt his manhood start to rise in his pants when he saw the debauched faces of his wife and her best friend.
Contrary to what they agreed, the married couple would sometimes invite Tatsuki over for a threesome, filming the occasion to save the memory. Tatsuki admitted that while it was embarrassing at first, she was touched that the two would invite her in on something so intimate. Unfortunately, Tatsuki had started to date Keigo, cutting off any chance of new trysts with the married couple.
Still, at least they had their videos.
The bathroom adjacent to the bedroom opened up and out walked Orihime, wearing sexy black lingerie. Her bra pushed up her breasts, capitalizing their size while she wore a tight-fitting pair of panties that gave her a sexy cameltoe. In addition to the bra and panties she had on dark fishnet-stockings complete with garters. "Well hello there, handsome," Orihime smiled.
Isshin grinned at his seductive wife. He closed the door behind him and locked it to make sure they weren't interrupted. "So what's the occasion?" he asked as he stripped down to his birthday suit.
Orihime purred as her husband got naked, walking over to him oh-so seductively. Isshin's eyes became glued to her swaying hips as she neared him. The scantily-clad Orihime wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and pressed her body against his. "Isshin, do you know what today is?"
Isshin thought about it but couldn't figure it out. It wasn't her birthday nor their anniversary. "What is it?"
The orangette giggled. "Don't you remember? Today was the day we got drunk and did it for the first time!" she smiled.
"Oh?" Isshin grinned, caressing his wife's cheek. "I remember that night. I had no idea you were such a vixen?" he teased, his hand reaching around to squeeze her round ass.
Orihime grinned back at him. "And I'd no idea that you would take my heart." Her hand slowly slid down Isshin's muscular chest until she'd reached his manhood. Her hand grabbed the warm manmeat and gently stroked it to full hardness.
Husband and wife met in a lustful kiss, both of them giving in to their inner desires, just as they did on that night so long ago. Isshin's cock rubbed against Orihime's stomach as he sucked on her tongue, eliciting a moan from her lips. His hands dipped underneath her black underwear to palm her juicy ass, his fingers digging into her soft skin.
Breaking the kiss, Orihime smiled seductively, taking her husband by the hand and leading him to the bed. Sitting him down on the edge, Orihime got down on her knees and gripped Isshin's cock with her smooth hand. Isshin's head tilted back as his wife jerked him off, moaning as her hot tongue licked the tip.
"Teehee! You like that?" Orihime slurred, seeing the ecstasy on her love's face. "How about this?"
"Ohhh…" Isshin moaned as Orihime's mouth engulfed his manhood. Orihime bobbed her head up and down as she took Isshin into her wet orifice, moaning like a bitch in heat as she stuffed her face full of cock, the scent of Isshin's musk filling her nostrils. Isshin's head fogged up as his wife took him deep down her throat, their years of lovemaking turning Orihime into an expert cocksucker.
"Mmmhh…" moaned Orihime in between gags, the thick taste heavenly in her mouth. Her hands gently massaged his strong thighs as she sucked his cock, her panties becoming wet.
"Ohh!" the husband groaned, his balls tightening up before he let loose. Orihime rolled her eyes into the back of her head as her mouth and throat were flooded with cum. It always astounded her how much her husband could come. Every time Isshin came, he always let loose buckets.
Orihime pulled back, swallowing her husband's load while rubbing herself through her panties. Taking a breath of fresh air, she stood up and smiled seductively at Isshin. Isshin stood up and caressed his wife's beautiful body with his hands, making her moan all over from his warm touch. Reaching around her, he unclipped her bra and exposed her bouncy tits. Her ample bosom had now increased in size thanks to her pregnancy, much to Isshin's delight. Orihime rolled her head back when Isshin cupped her breasts, kneading them softly before reaching for her panties. The undergarment was quickly discarded, leaving her in her garters and stockings.
Cupping Orihime's ass, Isshin lifted her up and turned around, setting her down on the bed. "Since today is such a memorable day," Isshin grinned as he reached into the drawer, "Let's get kinky." He pulled out a bottle of lube.
Orihime grinned and spread her legs wide. "Let's," she replied.
Isshin got onto the bed and flipped his wife onto her hands and knees, her ass sticking out, ready for him to take. Lubing up his fingers, Isshin traced her puckered hole with his slickened digit. Orihime gripped the bedsheets in anticipation before crying out when a digit entered her backdoor. As usual, her asshole was nice and tight for Isshin, her Shun Shun Rikka put to good use every time they had anal, much to her sprites embarrassment.
Orihime's moans filled the bedroom as Isshin fingered her asshole. His free hand went to work smacking her round asscheeks, the sound echoing throughout the room. "Oh yeah!" Orihime moaned lustfully, her inner seductress awake. Her back arched when Isshin pumped another finger into her, his digits scissoring and stretching her backdoor to get her ready for him. Soon her round ass became red from his harsh smacks, her asshole squeezing his fingers with every strike. He ran a finger along her pussy, juices dripping onto the sheets. "You're wet," he purred.
"I've been wet since the moment you kissed me," Orihime said. "Isshin," she pleaded lewdly. She didn't care if anyone thought her a harlot. When she and Isshin were behind closed doors, Orihime could let loose all of her pent-up desires. "Fuck my ass!"
"Well how could I say no to an ass like this?" Isshin teased, pulling his fingers out of Orihime's abused hole. Lubing up his cock, he mounted the orangette and teased her backdoor with the tip of his cock. A gasp left both of their lips in unison as Isshin thrusted into her, filling her bottom with his manhood. "Fuck! Your ass is as tight as ever!" he groaned, thrusting in and out of her bottom.
"Oh yes!" the housewife shrieked, the burning sensation in her ass making her mind go blank. "My butt feels so good!"
Isshin leaned forward and cupped his wife's breasts, his hips smacking her round ass. The sound of their lovemaking matched the sounds coming from the sextape on the TV. Isshin dragged his tongue up Orihime's neck, tasting her soft skin as his cock buried itself in her ass, making Oirhime groan with want. He leaned back and palmed Orihime's round booty before quickening his thrusts.
The bed shook as the married couple fucked like wild animals. Orihime's ass soon lost all resistance and she began to meet her husband's thrusts, her ass jiggling as it met her husband's hips, much to Isshin's enjoyment.
Isshin pressed his chest into back, pinning her down with his heavy weight while he pounded her into the mattress. Reaching beneath her legs, Isshin plunged two fingers into her dripping cunt. Orihime moaned as she felt her body tense up, the pleasure more than she could bear. It'd been a while since the last time they'd been intimate, what with raising Sora and all, so Orihime was starving to feel sweet, sweet exquisite pleasure. "Oh god! I'm gonna burst!" she gasped.
"Go on, Orihime. Cum," he whispered into her ear, thumbing her clit.
"Ohhhh!" Orihime moaned, unable to hold it in. Her ass squeezed Isshin's cock as her cunt gushed around his fingers. She turned her head to let Isshin capture her lips in a sinful kiss, their tongues meeting the same fervor as their loins.
Isshin growled into Orihime's lips as he shot his load into her ass, the feeling beyond heavenly. Orihime arched her back as hot cum filled her guts, staining her insides with white.
The two stayed like that for a minute, Isshin's sweaty form pressing down on Orihime's body before he sat up and pulled out, cum leaking from her abused asshole. Orihime rolled onto her back and let Isshin lay on top of her, kissing him tenderly. "I love you…" the husband said.
"And I love you," the wife replied, smiling lovingly at her love. "And I always will."
The couple pulled the covers over them and cuddled, their love as strong as ever. Isshin caressed his wife's cheek and kissed her goodnight. He thought about that fateful night. He could never have imagined that a night of drunken lust could blossom into something truly wonderful. Orihime didn't fill the void that Masaki had left but instead had opened the door to a new happiness. He would never stop loving her.
Orihime returned the kiss and laid her head on his shoulders. Growing up, she'd always pictured herself falling in love with Ichigo. Never did she imagine finding love in the arms of his father. But she cherished the memory of their first night together. What felt like a horrible mistake gave her so much. She, who'd had virtually nothing, now had a caring family, a happy child to nurture and cherish, and a love that she'd carry with her for the rest of her life.
The new Mrs. Kurosaki fell asleep in her husband's arms, the happiest she'd ever been in her life.
The End
A.N.: Shoutout to Gakuto1991 for keeping me motivated to finish this story! And a big thank you to everyone who followed and reviewed my story. Whacky out!