Salutation, Nations!
Not that any of you care, but I'm in good health, and I don't want to talk about it
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Warning: mention of characters you've almost certainly never heard of, unrealistic body proportions, sexual use of powers
His eyelids felt like they were magnetized together, a pounding in his head reminding him of a glove-clad street fight slamming he'd taken on his weaker days. Even as he dragged his eyes opened, his vision was so blurry he thought he was waking up under the surface of a tub of olive oil, and just moving his head made him feel like he was encased in molasses. It was only because of his otherworldly properties that he managed to feel an actual rate of recovery, and even then it only made way for the glare of sunrise through the half-opened curtains straight into his face, and he ground his eyes shut. Fortunately, he was still in the process of waking up, and the rest of his body was not sensitive to sunlight.
As he stirred from his imprisoning slumber and his body awoke, he noticed numerous sensations shrouding his awareness, so pleasant they almost canceled out his unforgiving hangover and the temporary eye-pain. He had morning wood, and for some reason it wasn't bothering his bedmate, even as she unconsciously shifted her thighs around it-
Ah. That was the source of all his other sensations.
Looking directly in front of him, he noticed the soundly asleep face of a lovely woman just inches from his own, framed by long tresses of ginger hair, almost as orange as his, though her scrunching brow and barely fluttering lashes told him she'd wake up soon enough. Her complexion was tanned, likely a frequent sunbather, and her button nose twitched was she breathed in. His arms were wrapped around her delicately thin waist, and he'd pulled her close, mashing her warm, colossal boobs to squish into his chest like bags of pudding. He felt her nipples brush against his chest, and he was reminded of his bulge between her long, smooth legs.
She wasn't the only one. A sensation just like the mounds in his pecs was mirrored on his back, and fine arms in fair skin appeared in his gaze before the settled down on his front, inches above the other woman's brimming tits. She shuffled unconsciously, her breasts shifting into the ridges of his back and sending sparks through his rigidity. A moan escaped from lips right next to his ear from a voice low and sultry, and he shuddered, but whether it was because of that or because he had two pairs of rocking knockers flat against him from both sides, who could say.
Face flushed, he curiously let one of his hands unhook from her back and trail over her smooth, spotless back, and his fingers ran into the slope of her butt. He splayed his fingers out over her thick flesh, his hand lightly grabbing their jutting, meaty swells. He was no simpleton; even with his dizziness, he knew the implications of being in bed, with two super-curvy women who were just as naked as he was. He reveled in the sweaty banks of ass-flesh in his palm. So smooth and perky...
As if hitting an on-switch in both busty beauties, the dark-haired woman's arms unhooked from in front of him and she groaned from stretching her arms over her head, arching her back out and pressing her buoyant chest even further into his back muscles, and his wood flexed with life as clean red blood pumped through it's thick, angry veins. It should have been way too early for him to be horny! The two of them rose up above him, and he turned his head to look up and let his eyes switch between them as they looked at him, almost not seeing from over the rising cliffs of their busts, which only rose higher before settling back into place as they breathed. The even bustier brunette leaned over to look at him proper with blue-gray eyes.
"Good morning." She greeted him with a polite smile. In the back of his mind, he pulled from the mud pit of his recollections a name to go with her beautiful face: Nico Robin.
The orangette ran a hand through her wavy hair, massaging her aching scalp. "...Mornin'..." She muttered, looking cranky at being stirred from her beauty sleep.
Snapped out of his spell by their voices, Ichigo shakily tried to return their politeness and get to the point. "M-morning. Anybody remember last night? I think my brain's tryin' to stop me, 'cuz it hurts whenever I try."
"Ah, I remember." It was the tan-skinned babe who answered. He remembered her name was Nami. "Our crew was just celebrating another day won, a fight successful, so we decided to out and feast. Some of us... got a little more into the booze, even played a ton o' the ol' drinking games, and well..." she let her gaze roam over their naked bodies and her own, and she turned red. "Things took us here, obviously. What about you?"
"That's right." Robin snapped her fingers. "The games invited strangers. You got swept in, as long as you could get in on the intoxication."
"We were celebrating another... successful job for our crew." Nami looked at her, then back at Ichigo. "What brought you to the pub in the first place?"
Ah. Something he wished he could forget. But the universe loved to fuck with him, so of course it was the thing he remembered the quickest. "I was... getting over a bad breakup. Found out my girlfriend was cheating on me. Hoped getting wasted would help me forget her altogether."
He was honestly more upset it was affecting him this much. Haruko had originally left him just to spite Ken. Shouldn't it have been obvious he would be the rebound, and then she'd go right back to that fat moron?
"She either found something ridiculous or she's ridiculous." Nami smirked, her gaze to a rather pointed focus on his still-hard dick. "I can't remember much, but I'm pretty sore, and there's something big that's been scraping over my thighs. Is that yours?"
Ichigo could feel the heat spreading to his neck, but shot straight up and shook his head, even as it stirred up his headache and he recoiled with a palm on his skull. "I guess the other guy was just... more of a romantic." He took a deep breath, trying to find some of the comfort he had been seeking in the first place in his... pleasant company. "And more bearable inside." He muttered.
The brown-eyed beauty who had seemed grouchy, was powerless to stop a snort and a grin from breaking out a the not-so-subdued remark. "What, you seen it?"
"I thought girls were into... this." He gestured self-deprecatingly to what Robin could say was the thickest slab of meat she had ever seen on a man. It made her hide an amused smile behind her hand, so modest with such a gift of nature. "Guess I've still got a lot to learn."
"Not all of 'em can handle what they want, unless they're a real woman." Nami declared, puffing her chest out proudly, as if he couldn't notice them enough, those round, undulating udders. "I'm remembering enough of last night to know we broke even."
Robin looked around, the buxom older woman making note of the boring whitewashed linen walls. There was a restroom with a shower in it, and the door out was right next to the curtain where the early morning sun slipped through, as did a gentle breeze that pushed them open to help, but also cooled them down from discomfort. "So, if I'm remembering right..." She cupped a hand to her chin, her dainty arm involuntarily pushing into her tit while the arm crossed underneath kept her breasts platformed. "We're in a motel across from the tavern, right? Your friends have to be wondering where you are."
"Nami, right?" He said, ignoring the question. "And Nico Robin?"
"And you..." Nico smiled at him again, responding like a kid treating name-remembering as a guessing game. "Are Ichigo." She swung her legs of the mattress they had shared, standing tall at six feet, two inches. The five-and-a-half foot Nami stood up following her example, and Ichigo finally got a good view of their exquisite, bouncing booties as they were faced away from him. "So, any plans after this?"
He looked up at her hoping neither noticed. He'd finally remembered that Nami was temperamental, and if she caught someone staring, they'd know. And so would any in the immediate vicinity "I figured I'd try to collect my bearings and get back home, if I find a ship willing to take me as far from this town as possible."
"Sounds like a plan." Robin smiled coyly at him over her shoulder. "But maybe you should wash up first. Wouldn't want you strolling through the streets stinking of bare-backed sex, would you?" He quickly shook his head. "I though not. Now please excuse us." She grabbed Nami by the hand, "The ladies will have to go first, since there's two of us. ~Nooo peaking now~." And with a strut-off on those hypnotically rolling shelf-hips, pulling along a half-reluctant Nami, Robin took them both in the bathroom and shut the door behind them.
All alone in the one-bed room, Ichigo couldn't help but think of what magnificent breasts his bed mates had, and what a shame he wasn't getting easy eyefuls of them anymore. But as his memory was finally serving him at it's best, he had gotten way more than that. Maybe Nami didn't even mind him getting an eyeful, it's not like he was being subtle about it.
Closing his eyes, he let his memory's take him away while his hands traveled to the trunk of his throbbing hog. "Flexing" was more like it, the twitches of this monstrous limb more comparable to the tensing of a muscular arm than simply the twitching of a hard cock. His hands slowly began to pump the expanse of his pussy-gouger, or as much as he could. He could see it now, when Robin had started hitting on him, pushing her overflowing boobs into his arm until they spilled out and over his bicep; Nami riding her bandwagon, unused to being interested in a man in such a way, but her heaving, shirtless tits and her thick, wriggling hips getting his attention just fine. The two of them dragging him into an alley just to ditch the riff raff. Their flattering expressions of awe at the sight of his mammoth dong, thumping out of his robes, while they instantly got on their hands and knees and tried to fit it into their mouths.
He had been so unused to having this kind of hold over a woman, his first time as an alpha male, while he recklessly grabbed their bloated honkers and-
He heard the bathroom door open, and instinctively he let go of his pulsating manhood, trying with little success to make it look like he just still had a boner, and hadn't been desperately jerking off. He turned to those who entered, and his eye's bugged out of his head, his face flushed and his heart picking up its pace while his unwavering morning wood bulged, this time popping a massive load of pre from the tip.
They had dried off, but they weren't wearing towels, and now their slim, ultra-buxom bodies were bare before his lucky eyes. Nami was glaring at him, cheeks flushed and arms crossed over her megaboobs. She apparently thought he'd had enough, but all her "covering" did was squish her mounds into her torso and get them spilling around her limbs. Robin, simply had her hands on her hips, observing his twitching missile-cock, which had Ichigo squirming under both their gazes, but not so much so that he could look away from the shine of their skin, or Robin's lucky hands mounted on her childbearing hips.
He didn't move as they strode over and sat down on either side of him. "How forward." He really hoped he was the only one who heard his voice cracking, but it would be fair considering they weren't hiding their bodies, nor their staring.
"You're one to talk." Nami retorted, not breaking eye contact with his erection, despite her futile attempt at modesty. "No pants?"
"Say," Robin said, reaching out and stroking his trunk-length with one of her hands, "let's make an experience we'll remember this time."
The man of the day was certainly not going to argue, as he pulled Nami down to his other side and pulled her into a breathtaking kiss. He wrapped one arm around her and pressed her plentiful breasts flat into his abs, and while there was some surprised resistance, she still eagerly responded, nipples stiffening until they almost inverted themselves pressing into his bronze skin. She eagerly locked lips with him, feeling his other hand run through her wavy tangerine tresses.
Pulling away from the make-out, he turned over to Robin, who readily met his lips with hers without breaking away from the hand job. A miffed Nami locked eyes determined with his huge, twitching tube and took one of his balls into her hands. She gently cupped the enormous mango-testicle, lifted it slightly and caressed it in her overflowed palm, and licked the bottom half of his length that Robin's hand weren't reaching. He suddenly felt her push harder against his kiss, and then realized her other hand was squeezing his ass. The gasp he let out when she squeezed his ball-flank let her dive into his open out while Robin's hands traced his python. The Hana Hana woman gently palmed the sides of his manhood, with just her two hands, one on his flank, and the other on the back of his cock. She decided she'd used her powers when he was deeper in it, letting the mood take away his confusion. He could certainly learn the uses of so many hands to trace his harsh, muscular body, enough hands to finally touch all sides of his cock, which had likely only been fully occupied when he was drilling into some poor woman's unprotected cunt, digging so deep while his balls spanked her cheeks and got a return of ripples across his pelvis... she created a hand on her pelvis, letting it reach down to fist into her cunt. Jilling wasn't enough, she'd need at least her arm for this thing to fit inside her!
Ichigo laid out on his back, forcing Nami and Robin to shift onto the bed to continued jerking him off. Nami's pace increased, and she finally licked his bulbous head and took it passed her lips. Her hands each cupped one side of his throbbing urethra, caressing the inner ball-flanks in tandem to keep up the pleasure. She had spent so long going without a man she'd forgotten what it was like to have all the focus on her. She was not losing out to Robin after her first fuck in ages! It was bad enough she was stuck on a crew with a pervert, a sword-ophile, and a kid among others, but her enormous tits, envied and sought after across many kingdoms, were beset by the pair right across from her, on a woman who somehow bore them with total composure and elegance! If she had to break out her big guns to have this canon emptying her way, she'd do it!
Ichigo finally broke away from the sloppy, horny make-out with Robin, and let out a contented sigh as he felt their supple palms across the expanse of his rock-cutting erection. But it wasn't enough. He had slept between them all night, painfully hard as he had practically worn their boobs! He needed to take a more active role, now. He shot his hands out and clasped them around her tiny waist. She squeaked as she was lifted above him on a whim, and moaned as she was put back down ass-first onto his face, his nose shoved into her clit while she wriggled her hips in adjustment, causing the flanks of her ass to mush against his cheeks as he journeyed into her fleshy depths. He puckered up and kissed her on the lips - her lower lips - as he inhaled the natural musk of her arousal soaking his emerging tongue.
Fiery little Nami was first!
Nami stretched one thigh out and wedged her stud's face in between her luscious ass. She crooned softly when he gently blew on the nub above her eager clit, and it became more drawn-out when he smothered her puffy lips in a sweet "kiss."
"Ooooh." her back arched out, making her pillowy melons heave and jiggle with the movements.
Her eyelashes fluttered, her vast breasts billowing out impressively with her hefty breaths. Her thick thighs trembled and her stomach coiled up in anticipation, her entire body was trying to adapt as best it could, to embrace this level of pleasure which she had never felt, a rising tide of hear like a wave crashing all over her. She leaned forward, attempting to gain some balance by putting her hands on his abs, her arms being close together bunching up her enormous milkers. Her eyes started crossing in pleasure and she couldn't let that happen, just because this stud was burying himself in her ballooning booty meat and eating her pussy out like it was the last meal on earth! She chose to focus on the one thing that made sense: his body, so her eyes went to his fat dick, which she was now seeing covered in hands! Nico Robin had six pairs of hands, springing out from her sides and caressing every flank of Ichigo's titanic meat, while she was sucking on his bulbous, pulsating tip, her neck rippling like she was already drinking down his precum.
Two pairs were massaging his brimming nuts from the top and bottom, and the other four were massaging a spiraling path around his monstrous shaft, smoothing their palms other the flanks of Ichigo's angry, throbbing mass. Her eyes were closed as she amorously made out with his piss slit, her mind focused entirely on getting this shaft to blow a nice, hot load of his sludgy jizz straight from his tanks. She licked her lips, and then the crown of his "king."
Ichigo didn't care if he suffocated, he preferred the stench coming from inside Nami over air. And the swarm of arms crowding his schlong was the best hand-job he'd ever had, considering no one pair could hold it. As they smoothed over his chunky slab of fuck meat, and massaged his balls like they wanted to marry them, he could feel himself heaving harder and harder, and every inhale of Nami's sex-stench only brought him closer than he'd ever been with such basic petting, albeit not this many cock-hardening soft palms over his slab. He practically humped into Nico Robin's squeezes and palm-smoothing, and he could feel himself inch closer and closer towards sweet release number one.
The sexy cat burglar let her mouth hang in disbelief for a moment, before she clenched her jaw shut, her eyes narrowing and her lips set in a determined line, and she bent over, across the expanse of his abs until she was face to face with the backside of his burly cock. Her buoyant tits were pancaked into his stomach - a nice first step, she decided - and she let her tongue slither past her lips, to lick his veiny bridge. The bottom section not covered by the tandem handjob was lathered by Nami's long, pink tongue, her wet, slippery organ slithering over his thick hilt and tasting the pulsating veins underneath.
Smothered by the attention of these ravishing seafaring beauties, Ichigo could not last forever, he suddenly rutted into Nico Robin's palms, grinding faster and faster until his hot white seed BURST from his cock-tip, painting half of Robin's face with his abundant cock-milk as she pulled back, gasping in shock, totally unprepared for a load of this magnitude. And Nami felt her back showered in cum, and she was caught between gasping at the nice hot jizz-bath on her back, and pouting at being so obviously upstaged by her shipmate. A competitive fire blazed within her, a war torch in her mind, a declaration that Robin had gotten ahead of her for the first and last time today!
She took a moment to sit up and look back at her heavily breathing partner, fresh off an orgasm. "You're handsome, you make 'hung like a horse' look like a joke, you like eating pussy, and you're good at it?" She remarked incredulously, wriggling her hips, and totally not grinding her moist cunt against his muscles. "Spare me the weak excuses; you're ex is missing out. I'm not about to make the same mistake."
Nami suddenly found her arms pinned at her sides, and saw several of Robin's arms had appeared from her torso and wrapped around them, effectively pining her limbs to her sides. "Robin, what are you doing?!"
"Relax, Nami." The thick ravenette purred. Arms appeared out of Robin's sides to grab Nami by the waste, "Let's give our generous partner here something her can really enjoy." And so she allowed the waste arms to grab Nami's sides, and pulled the two of them together until Ichigo's unwavering dick was packed tight between their massive titty-squeeze.
"Ahh!" Nami cried out, as she felt one of Robin's hands go wrist deep in her soaked pussy. "R-Robin, what- seriously, wrapping me up is one thing, but- ooooh~?!" She struggled as it drove deep into her, but it was feeling better and better, Robin's methodical limb brushing against her every crevice, helped probably by the fact that she had, after all, been fucked that deep just last night. That might have even been why she'd passed right out then and there!
"You'll need at least this much if you really want to take him." Robin lectured. "I've been doing it since I had my first two hands on his bitch breaker." Nami didn't even retort as she wriggled with the fist reaching into her guts, and Robin wanted to snigger.
"Shit!" Ichigo's head rolled back as Robin held Nami and herself together to mash their knockers around his stud cock. "Are we sure I'm not still asleep? This has got to be the wet dream of a lifetime!" He continued to mindlessly pump his hips and grind through the plush opening as their burdensome bra-stretchers pushed into the pulsating veins dragging across their depths.
"It's a dream come true, handsome." Robin purred, as she shifted herself up and down, moving a captive-yet-involved Nami along, who was now silently content in staring at the monstrous cannon, and letting sweet little moans past her lips as the pulsing heat surged through her boobs while it's girth pressed into them. "I take it you like this?"
Ichigo's hands were not longer content with holding his body up and digging into the mattress. He let upper his body fall without them under them and while one arched out to smack Nami's ass, letting her butt cheeks bounce with the force, getting a moan out of the blushing beauty, who was finally caring less and less about coming out on top as her tits were fucked and her honey hole was loosened up by robin's spare fist. "I fucking love it!" He growled, letting both hands come up to fondle the excess flanks of their breasts, letting his fingers sink deep. It only aroused him more, knowing their milk tanks could have swallowed his wrist, and it drove him to ensure he ravaged every square inch-of their pornstar-surpassing bodies with this same force. "Your tits are the best!"
Ichigo had never known heaven in this shape! As short as his relationship with Haruko had been, their sex life had been even shorter. She's always whined about him being too big, how she could always handle Ken-chan, which really pissed him off. And when he'd (awkwardly) tried to fuck her tits, she was so clumsy, just shifting her tits up and down. But these two were even bigger, as impossible as that seemed, and way more skilled! They knew what they were doing, massaging his megapecker with their ultra-warm milk pillows, embracing each other and making an even tighter titty-pussy. What was more, he knew their tight, fit bellies could handle his massive dick, even as they bulged out trying to tame his persisting veiny bridge, and they'd milk him, he'd make sure of it! It was his job to return the favor to give them a mind-wiping rough-fuck. It was only fair, after all.
"~Mmmmm, It's not so bad from our end either." Nami confessed, marveling at the way his club-sized meat stood tall over them - a feat the heftiest of cocks had no hope of with just one their giant pairs of boobs. She leaned forward and smooched it, causing it to twitch against her face. She only continued to lean in and plant kisses all over, painting its flanks with her drool. "mwah* Your cock is so big... and so hot..." She yelped as a big shot of his glop spat from his tip and landed on the top of her bulging flesh. Her kisses didn't stop, nor did they get any less "I hope you have as much for us now as last night. I came my brains out."
"And more, now that I'm awake." Ichigo promised. "Long as you keep going until I burst. I promise I can go further after- that!" He almost didn't get the last word out when he suddenly let another gargantuan load from his elephantine piss-cannon and it arched in a pearly fountain far above them, white goop raining down on them heavily, and they tilted their heads up, mouths open to catch his dick-slime, and they were so successful they had to swallow several times until his orgasm died down to a simple glob-stream from his gasping tip. Ichigo's body was almost jelly as he de-tensed with his even greater orgasm, blowing enough already for an orgy. And he wasn't satisfied, not even close!
"You weren't kidding~." Robin crooned, scooping up some from her bosom, and popping it past her lips with a *gulp.* "This is more than I remember swallowing." Robin fed herself the sludge by the handful as she scooped it off himself with his manifested hands. She wiped it completely off her lips and felt herself heat up, so wound up that she felt like if she didn't get pussy-gaped by Ichigo soon, she was going to snap.
"Enough talking about it then and now, let's keep it going!" Ichigo barked, shoving himself upright. He looked between them, glazed eyes narrowing as he looked between them, a lion choosing his gazelles. "How do we decide who goes first?" The wet-pussied bitches looked like they were going to struggle to convince him of their own choice, but Robin paused... and she forced herself not to grin outward as she got an idea.
"Nami, why don't you go first?" Robin decided modestly. The funny thing was, she wasn't even technically asking her, she was just making her available to be fuck-drilled on Mega-dong, what with how Nami accompanied this by shoving her ass high above her in the air, breasts swinging and face almost smooshed into the floor, looking back at him with a girl who was practically madly in love. "I don't mind, just don't shut me out." She even helped Nami by using two arms manifested on Nami's waist to hook the sides of her pussy and spread them wide open, giving the stud a clear shot of her slobber-hole. He grabbed her by her warm, pillowy ass-mountains, and pulled his hips back... and with the head pushing through her entrance, he shoved his drooling cock into her like a monkey and went straight to horny beast mode! Nami could only scream as she experienced the beginning of being pounded silly, her poor cunt already decidedly gaped by Ichigo's super-strength thrusts, his unbearable size, and the way she herself pushed against him, because she didn't want him to stop punishing her mush-pussy with his stallion-dwarfing cock!
No two ways about it, the buxom navigator was experiencing the best pain of her entire life, her boobs swinging around like great pillowy pendulums beneath her, nipples scraping the ground and bosom swinging so far as to smack her in the chin, while her massive doughy cheeks dampened the impact of his pumps! Her thundering booty kept the spanking collisions between his pelvis and her backside from being as shockwave inducing as they could have been if she hadn't such a bodacious rump! What blessed genetics that left her this superhuman backyard of juiciness!
Nami scraped her nails across the ground while Robin made her move. She crawled underneath them, taking a good long look at Ichigo's pendulous ball-bag, and then shoving her face right into it as he was thrusting into her ginger crewmate. She had never had her guts violated by a giant cock before! She couldn't believe even a hangover could make her forget how loose her pussy was from the experience, how bruised her wobbling badonk was from the hip collisions, or the way her cheeks were so brimming they practically scrubbed across his rippling abs and how willing she still was to nurse his literal gut-wrenching package with her gravid pussy, as if her dignity had been replaced with that of an eager bimbo ready to breed. Her smile, she felt stretch across her cheeks, was so drunk and she'd even let her tongue roll out like a mindless whore... and she enjoyed every second of being this worn-out sleeve on the end of his bitch breaker - Robin was right about that, Nami decided, getting fucked into oblivion was worth the humiliation.
The man above her gasped and slowed almost to a complete stop, she shocked him so greatly, her face so boldly planting into his low-hanging mega-scrotum to taste and smell the musk of his testicles, already glossed in a sheen of sweat. She could taste the salt as his nuts pulsated and bounced about, getting ball-bullied by her own volition, with her gargantuan milk tanks flattened into his muscular legs, stimulating him as best she could. She basked in the filth of his sweaty herculean testicles while her soon-to-be dominator pushed on, plowed into Nami with more power, more passion, more desperation, to blast his mighty load into the heavens, also known as their pussies, and out of his plentiful pods of seed. He snarled and moaned, and ground his teeth so hard he could've made sparks, huffing and puffing like an ox to fuck these two beauties as hard as he possibly could, because they could take it. And if it meant being stuck with them for a long time, it was worth finally getting all of the ache out of his balls, because no one else could do that. Finding two babes who could do now what they had just done last night - of cleaning out his pipes totally - were the kind you sank your claws (and cock) into without ever letting go, no matter what.
Nami blasted her silvery juices just as he had finished his thoughts, the buxom ginger's pussy clamping down harder as she squirted all over his pelvis and even his lower abs. That last squeeze and a few more slams into her were enough to get him roaring through another orgasm where her tight little belly distended as he gushed white goo straight into her guts. She opened her mouth, but the sound of her scream was replaced by her *glogs* and *klugs,* where the excess couldn't escape because his girth was sealing up the exit good and tight. As soon as she stopped spasming on his spit-roast, her limbs went limp and her eyes were glassy. She had quite clearly passed out after orgasming her brains out, again.
Thicc hand-maker smirked as her partner in beast flagging had gotten too big for her britches and been pushed to her limit. She pulled her now-sweat-covered face away from his mailbag of a set, and gathered a row of hands to work together, and wrench Nami off Ichigo's dick. With a grotesque *SCHLORP* and a wet *PLOP*, Nami was off of his cock, and laying in a puddle of shared juices, muttering incoherently and otherwise unresponsive to the world around her.
"She's had her fun, now it's time I finished having mine." Not wasting as second, she climbed up and mounted Ichigo's hips as he positioned himself at the edge of the bed, practically standing up just to ensure her eager pussy lips hovered over his hungry cock. Not a pause in her, she sat on his pipe-dick, grunts and squeaks escaping as she slid over his meat, now guaranteed drenched in juices, but did not show any signs of discomfort and her face was even aflush as a smile threatened to split her beautiful face! As she slid to the hilt, she rolled her hips and got a nice cross-eyed look from Ichigo, a fair trade for melting her pussy, in her judgement.
In a feet of acrobatics that would have humbled Nami were she awake, she lifted her legs until her feet were above their heads, and then rested them on a bedazzled Ichigo's shoulders, and he felt himself going deeper inside the taller babe, which made sense when he thought about it, not that he could think about anything other than using this position to mark as much of Nico Robin's insides as his own territory with his wife-tamer. It helped that she had been fisting shoulder-deep inside herself for a bit longer than poor little Nami, and boy was it working in her favor as she felt his hips smack-smack-smack against her rump as he gripped her plush thighs. Encouraged to feast on her as much has possible, he leaned over until her breasts were pancaked against his powerful muscles and kissed her, catching her off guard but encouraging her to reciprocate quick enough.
While performing the finest of dick-pumpings and stomach stretchings, Ichigo met tongues with the busty devil fruit user in a way that, contrasting to his needy, ravenous fucking, was something that more resembled a mutual understanding. When they pulled away, his vision drifted over her shoulder, and he couldn't help but admire his handiwork, seeing confident, sexy Nami with the bombing attitude turned into a screaming, juice-oozing pile of fuck-trash on the ground. Nico Robin, followed his gaze, and seemed to understand immediately as she grinned mischievously.
"Wh-what a slut, right?" Nico asked as she heard Nami's smooches and slurps, squeezing Ichigo's orange hair tighter. "Hahhhngh… Fuck, push your tongue…deeper!" She gasped as Ichigo obeyed, plunging her depths with thick, broad cock slab. Nico couldn't contain her delight: she let her voice out in warbling moans, broadcasting her ecstasy to the world. She shuffled her hips from side to side, then started to roll them firmly against Ichigo's, riding his meat with dizzy pumps. Suddenly she hiked her chin and clenched her teeth, gurgling as she hit her climax. "Fuaaah!" Her tongue spilled free in a lazy ahegao, trembling from head to toe, sagging forwards over Ichigo as her thighs squished his torso and her toes curled behind his back. "Hah…hah…haaahhhn…"
"Mmngh…fuck…" he groaned as he re-inserted into Nico's pussy again. "You two…are gonna break me…" And again. And again, and again, and again, and again... every single hip-piston the entire time had been full power, hips drawn all the way back in the most measured, full-hearted strikes he could measure. And these girls had endured all of it! It didn't go against Nami that she had been reduced to a mess; it would have been weirder if that didn't happen. But this time he fucked with everything he had, he could feel his balls sated with ever load blown, they felt satisfying, earned. It was cacophony of pleasure that demanded encore after encore! And what could he do but answer?
"Count on it," Nico sighed, and SWATTED her bubbly flank with an open palm, making her thick booty wobble and bound hypnotically. "Now, then – time for the next position!" Ichigo's response was to grab her by her hips and twist her around on his cock, plant her feet on the ground, stand up and move them to the far wall.
Nico bent over, put her wrists between her face and the wall, and shook her fat booty from side to side. Ichigo groaned, already stroking his cock over her pillowy cheeks, grinding and thrusting, making that perfect ass bound. "Is this what you want?" he snarled as she lifted her ass up high and brought it down in a thunderclap of flesh. She gasped, her façade long gone as she bathed in the ecstasy of getting cock-washed, panting with exhaustion as her partner's stamina and girth surpassed every other she had known by too much. And yet she felt as though she was keeping up more than simply fine. It was as if they were made for each other, bodies with anatomy that shamed the next person. Only they could keep up with one another, as that seemed to be nature's intention, and as Ichigo's muscles flexed, and Robin's jiggles rippled throughout her body from boobs to but, it seemed as though everything was going according to nature's plan.
If either Nami had the presence of mind or Robin was being truthful, it wasn't Ichigo they had to worry about being broken. Even their goddess bodies could barely take his super-dong, but that was exactly what Robin had been counting on the entire time; proud little wannabe sex-fiend Nami getting demolished by this stud, herself knowing the One Piece among carnal pleasure, that she in all of her jerk-off fantasy glory could get drunk off of as she liked, not having to think and just feel as she was pounded stupid!
"That's... that's it stud..." Robin huffed and gasped, short on breath and all the more alive for it. And every breath was spent praising his prowess to keep his dick hard until the moment it burst. "You want this pussy? Take it then! God knows you earned it!" She knew what he wanted to hear, because she would have wanted to in his place. And judging by how his pumps somehow became even stronger, arms unable to keep her face from mushing into the wall, tits plapping back and forth against her chin and stomach, she was very much succeeding. Her legs had turned to jelly, and she was certain the only reason she hadn't fallen in a heap like Nami was being pressed against the wall, combined with being snugly speared on his cock, like she was stuck onto his hips with a click. Her arms dangled as she felt the rippling of bliss everlasting rise higher and higher within her until it had left the atmosphere, and she could no longer hold on.
They came together, a shared howl of ecstasy that filled their ears. Ichigo's spurts met silvery resistance in Nico Robin's cunt juices, a cocktail of fluids that splattered all over them, Ichigo's cum-greased lower half shiny with sputtering slime, and Nico Robin finally losing support and literally hanging off his dick while his jizz splattered, overflowed in her guts, and she spat them up until the hosing died down, and he desperately but successfully dislodged her from his dick, and fell on his ass, flat-out drained.
The two of them simply lay were they were, basking in the fuck-fried joy they felt, and it turned to three as a gargling Nami groggily woke up, barely comprehending yet aware, as she looked between the two of them. Robin chuckled. She liked this quite, fun-to-fuck Nami as opposed to the snippy gold digger. If only she could have this and a nice thorough fucking every day, now that'd be a nice treasure...
Naturally, Robing got an idea. "Didn't you say..." She managed to turn her head to look at Ichigo, "You were looking for a ship to get you home?"
"You offering? I'm not drowning in dough." He confessed, though he had a feeling he could easily have them vouch for him.
"That's fine." She replied, as if reading his thoughts. "Our captain trusts us greatly. If we say you're crew material, he won't ask questions." Not even the greedy Nami had payed any thought to charging him for boarding. Why not become a member of our crew until then? It'll be even easier to convince our captain, if you can prove you've got a good bit of grit to you."
He laughed, a low, humorous note that told them he was one step ahead of them. "It won't be a problem."
For those of you wondering, it will most certainly not end with these two.
For those of you wondering otherwise, Haruko is from an anime-only episode with a tapeworm hollow and Kon in Ichigo's body. I used her as the ex because she's neither known nor liked well enough to risk anyone getting mad. It's basically a minor AU where the memory rewrite didn't work on her. After all, Chad and Orihime recovered their memories after the respective Hollow attacks because of their rising spiritual power, and Haruko always did have spiritual power ever since she was a little girl
Level with me readers, should I just make a list of every girl I've already got planned? So you can focus on telling me how I did so far as opposed to constantly demanding requests out of me? Respond in reviews, and I'll only acknowledge the reviews that actually answer: Yes, I should make one big next chapter all about every single girl I'm planning for, regardless of the specific given scenario, or no, Keep us guessing, we like surprises. If you pick the former, it makes sense. It should give you guys an Idea of just what I'm backed up with.
With that in mind, see you next whenever!