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Lotion in Motion

Two years after TYBW...
Seireitei; SWA Meeting Room

Sitting at the front of the table, Rangiku shuffled some papers around while checking a few items on the agenda for today. The beautiful strawberry blonde lieutenant fought the urge to give a sigh and wished that Nanao was the one handling this. 'I honestly don't even remember why I agreed to take up this job. This is more of Nanao's thing than it is mine...'

Rangiku had regretted agreeing to become the new president of the Shinigami Women's Association almost from day one. The lazy lieutenant had no idea just how much management and paperwork went into the job. As the chairwoman of the group, Captain Unohana had made it look easy. And while Yachiru Kusajishi was the president who preceded her, the little girl always had Nanao do all the busywork in her stead.

But that had been before the Vandenreich had attacked the Soul Society. When the smoke had cleared, Captain Unohana was dead and nobody was quite sure of what became of little Yachiru in the aftermath of the war. Rangiku knew from Isane that she'd been injured fighting the V Sternritter, Gremmy, but nobody was quite sure what happened to her. Kenpachi seemed to know but he had yet to disclose what befell his little girl.

In the aftermath, there was a need for a new leader for the SWA. Nanao had been the obvious pick but she was too busy in her new role as the lieutenant of Squad One, trying to keep Head-Captain Kyoraku in line while helping him run the entire Thirteen Court Guard Squads. She'd asked Rangiku to take over leading the organization but it became far more of a hassle than the lieutenant had believed it was going to be.

"Hmm..." Setting down her papers, Rangiku looked at the assembled members of the SWA. "I've been doing some thinking, everyone..."

"Careful. We all know that's dangerous," said Soi-Fon mockingly.

Ignoring the jab, Rangiku continued. "It's been two years since the war and I thought about maybe doing a special project that could help build morale since so many people lost a lot of friends and family. I've been going over the budget and it looks like we can squeeze my idea into it without going over."

Rukia Kuchiki, the acting-captain of Squad Thirteen in the wake of Captain Ukitake's death, raised an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?" Considering it was Rangiku, she tempered her expectations; Rangiku's track record of lewd ideas spoke for itself.

"I came up with the idea of doing a photoshoot with all the captains and everyone else who took a major part in the war. Reminding everyone of their heroism might be a good way to keep everyone in good spirits."

Everyone at the table blinked and wondered who this woman was and what she'd done with the real Rangiku. "That's..." Isane, who was now the acting-captain of Squad Four after Unohana passed away, looked over at her sister, Kiyone, before looking back at their group's leader. "That's actually a good idea, Rangiku."

"What do you mean actually? retorted an indignant Rangiku before deciding to just ignore the jab and continue on. "Anyway, I was checking the budget and we can squeeze the photoshoot into it without going over budget and find ourselves in the red. We can do the Head-Captain, Captain Kurotsuchi, Captain Zaraki, Captain Hitsugaya, Kisuke Urahara, Lady Yoruichi, Renji, Captain Kuchiki, Rukia, Squad Zero, Orihime and Ichigo."

Soi-Fon scowled at being left out of the group but knew not to bring it up. After all, all she really did during the war was have her Bankai stolen, get blown up by the same Quincy robot and then get shot by one of Yhwach's Royal Guards; it wasn't exactly like she'd become a paragon of heroism like some of her other fellow captains did.

Rukia liked the idea but had a few concerns. "Wait, how are we going to get Squad Zero to do a photoshoot? They're all the way up in the Soul King's Palace."

Rangiku dismissed the concern with a handwave. "I'll just have Akon send a message to them and have them send back photos. Also I can just have him take a photo of Captain Kurotsuchi hunched over at his desk. It'd work for what I have in mind. Trust me, Captain Hitsugaya told me how they act when they arrived after the Vandenreich's first invasion. I think they'd be up to the idea of doing a photoshoot."

"Okay but what about Ichigo and Orihime?"

"Well I'd ask Chad but I doubt he'd want to do it. He always seemed rather camera shy to me. And getting Uryu to do it is out of the question. Nobody is going to want a calendar with a Quincy on it. I'll talk to Orihime tomorrow and see if she'll put on that cute dress she wore back then and do a few poses."

"But how are you going to get Ichigo involved?"

"Come on, Rukia. You of all people should know better." Rangiku grinned. "I think he'll more than willing once he hears that Orihime is involved.

Nanao gave an approving nod. It was refreshing to see Rangiku actually take her job seriously for once. "Very well then, Rangiku. I'll leave it to you to set everything up and contact all parties involve."

Rukia raised her hand. "Wait, one last question: how are going to get my brother to agree to this?"

Rangiku gave her fellow lieutenant a confident smile. "That's your job. I'm relegating that task to you."

"What?!"

A sigh left Nanao. 'So much for her not passing the buck onto someone else...'

The Next Day...
Orihime's Apartment

"A photoshoot?"

"Yeah. What do you say? It'll be fun!"

The two women sat on Orihime's couch, the early morning sun rising in the sky. Rangiku had shown up out of the blue on the girl's doorstep, asking to come inside and talk with her to explain her little pet project.

"I've never done a photoshoot before though," said an apprehensive Orihime.

"It'll be fine! You'll just put on the clothes that you wore back then, pose for a few pictures and then done!"

"That sounds fine with me but...uh..." Orihime scratched the back of her head. "I kinda don't have the dress Kisuke gave me anymore." After the battle with Yhwach, Orihime had taken the dress and thrown it at Kisuke's face for deceiving her; Kisuke said Ichigo would love to see her in it but she took Ichigo's words to mean that she looked like an exhibitionist. "I'm not even sure it'd fit me anymore."

Rangiku had already planned for that. "Oh don't worry! I asked Yoruichi to get your old dress for you and she's tailored it to your current measurements."

"I shouldn't even be surprised by how she knows my measurements, should I?" sweatdropped Orihime.

"Nope! So, what do you say?"

Sitting back on the couch, Orihime gave her old friend a convinced smile. "Okay! It's my day off from the bakery today anyway so I've nothing planned. It sounds like fun! But where are you going to do the photoshoot? Here or in the Soul Society?"

Pointing out the window, Rangiku gestured to the direction of a certain candy shop in the far distance. "I asked Kisuke if we could use that underground training chamber of his. It'd give us plenty of room and the artificial lighting is perfect." Getting up, Rangiku helped Orihime to her feet. "I've already got it all set up. I figured you'd say yes so I planned ahead."

The two women left Orihime's apartment and headed for Urahara Shop, Orihime unaware that Rangiku had extended another invitation to someone else as well...

Minutes later...
Urahara Shop

Orihime noticed that the shop was empty as they entered through the front door. "Where is everyone?"

Rangiku held up a key. "Kisuke, Yoruichi and those kids of theirs went off on a vacation somewhere. I think they went to the Soul Society to go visit Kukaku Shiba and to test out a few of Kisuke's gadgets. But Kisuke did agree to let me use his shop and told me where the spare key to the front door was."

"Under the welcome mat?"

"Yep."

Opening the hidden door that led down into the chamber below, Orihime saw a spot in the rocky interior where the lieutenant had set up everything she needed for her special photoshoot. Walking over to a small box next to the cameras, Rangiku pulled out the white dress Orihime had worn during the Vandenreich's second invasion. "Here you go! I took the liberty of making some alterations to make you sexier."

Taking the dress, Orihime blushed at the implication but knew she'd already agreed to this and couldn't just back out now. "Okay. I'll get changed." She walked over to a huge rock that jutted out of the ground and stepped behind it to get changed.

Rangiku waited patiently while her young friend changed into her dress. As she put on her old outfit, Orihime realized just what the changes she had in mind were.

"Ooooh! You look even better than before!" Rangiku said with a happy smile as soon as Orihime stepped around the boulder to show off her outfit. "Wow, you've really bloomed into a sexy woman!"

Orihime blushed at her friend's words. She was glad that Rangiku thought that she was pretty and all but the outfit showed off even more skin than when Kisuke had first made it for her. Rangiku had now removed the sleeves from the garb, leaving Orihime's long, slender arms bare. The long dress that kept her lower half completely covered up was replaced by a skirt that only went down to just above her knees.

As if that weren't enough, Orihime was slightly bigger in the chest area than when she helped Ichigo fight Yhwach. Her breasts strained against the fabric, jiggling with every step she took. It felt incredibly awkward for the orangette to be back in the outfit. When Kisuke had first given it to her she'd thought it looked quite lovely but after feeling like a pervert showing off to Ichigo, she had been rather quick to get it off as soon as she could. 'Well at least Ichigo here to think I'm an even bigger pervert than before...'

Then she heard the hatch to the entrance of the training chamber open up and a familiar orange-haired friend of hers climbed down. Orihime almost jumped out of her skin when she saw Ichigo Kurosaki approach them, her face turning cherry red with embarrassment. "I-Ichigo?! What are you doing here?" she stammered, trying to hide behind Rangiku.

'Oh no! The last time Ichigo saw me in this outfit he thought I looked like an exhibitionist. After what Rangiku did to the dress, he's gonna think I'm a bigger pervert than Yoruichi.'

Rangiku waved Ichigo over to them, turning her head to look at the blushing Orihime, the vixen smirked, cat ears popping out of her strawberry hair for just a second. "Oh? I forgot to mention, didn't I? I also invited Ichigo to the photoshoot as well."

"W-why?" Orihime gulped, mentally wondering if she can reject her clothing to cover up her skin.

"Well it'd hardly be a tribute to the heroes who defeated the Vandenreich if I didn't include the one who defeated Yhwach." Stepping out from in front of Orihime so the girl couldn't hide behind her, Rangiku slipped her arm around Orihime's naked waist and smirked. "You two fought side-by-side when you were fighting Yhwach back at the Soul King's Palace. So I figured it'd be more fitting to have you both pose together as the dashing hero and heroine."

Ichigo and Orihime could kinda see the woman's point. Of all the people who'd faced Yhwach in battle, Yamamoto was dead, Osho was unlikely to leave the Soul King's Palace for something as mundane as a photoshoot, Renji technically didn't fight him since he'd been blasted away by the Quincy King right after he and Ichigo showed up to face him and Aizen was not an option for a couple of very obvious reasons.

"Okay then. I guess I don't mind," Ichigo said though he did seem to be a little uncomfortable as he looked at Orihime in her "upgraded" outfit.

Contrary to what his friends thought, Ichigo knew that Orihime had feelings for him and if pressed, he wouldn't deny the attraction he had for his longtime friend. Yet things always felt awkward between them and he never knew when was the right time to act on his emotions.

Seeing Orihime in that sexy dress, her cleavage peeking through the boob hole in the middle and showing off her toned stomach, arms and legs, made it really hard to focus on anything but his emotions though...

The Substitute was snapped out of it when Rangiku reached into the box and tossed him some clothes. "Here you go, Ichigo. I had a replica of that cool outfit you wore when you came back from the Soul King's Palace made for you."

"Okay but..." Ichigo had one question when he took the clothes from her. "How did you know what clothes to make?" He understood that Rangiku didn't take part in most of the final battles against Yhwach and his Royal Guard due to being defeated by Cang Du and zombified by Giselle. Neither he nor Orihime ever pushed her about what happened to her, hearing about it from Rukia and Renji, and didn't want to bring up anything she didn't want to talk about.

The voluptuous lieutenant merely shrugged. "Please, it wasn't that hard. I got some pictures of you two when you were in Mayuri's lab about to go off to the Soul King's Palace in that cannon of his. Now then, enough talk. Go and change while I get Orihime comfortable."

After Ichigo turned around and went to go get changed behind the same huge boulder that Orihime changed, Rangiku walked over to another bag she'd brought with her and pulled out a small bottle. "Here, Orihime. Let me rub a little of this on you."

"Huh? What's that?" Orihime asked as her friend approached her. She grew a little dubious when she saw Kisuke's cartoony face on the side of the bottle.

"Oh, it's just a little relaxing lotion that Yoruichi gave me. It helps relax you so that you won't be so nervous while doing the photoshoot. That's all," Rangiku said, repeating what Yoruichi had told her when she'd handed the lotion over to the lieutenant.

Squirting some lotion on her hands, Rangiku walked around Orihime and stood behind the orangette. "Here. Let's loosen up those shoulders."

A gasp left Orihime when the strawberry blonde lieutenant's lotion-covered hands touched her shoulders. The cream-colored lotion was cold to the touch but barely a second past before it started to heat up. "Ooh! It tingles!"

"See? It's not so bad." Rangiku ran it up and down the teen's arms before reaching around to cover Orihime's belly in the lotion. "Want me to do the boob window?" she whispered teasingly into Orihime's ear. "Make them all nice and glossy for Ichigo?"

"R-R-R-Rangiku!" Orihime hands went to her face while a blush attacked her cheeks. "I didn't come here to try to se-seduce Ichigo!" Sometimes she couldn't tell which was trying harder to convince the shy teen into pouncing onto her crush like a wild panther, Rangiku or Tatsuki. She understood that if she wanted to make her feelings known to him that she'd need to be more bold but Rangiku's suggestion was a bit too bold for her.

"Aww! You know, the lotion is supposed to help you relax a little." Rangiku put the cap back on the bottle before she looked over at her young friend and raised an eyebrow. "Orihime, did you change your perfume?"

"No, why?"

"Huh, must be my imagination." Stepping away from Orihime, Rangiku called out the Substitute behind the boulder. "You about done, Ichigo? We don't have all day, you know!"

"Hang on! I forgot how many complicated it was to tie this stupid sash!"

After another minute of listening to Ichigo try to get his sash to stay tied, the girls watched him emerge from around the rock, dressed in a replica of the outfit that Senshumaru Shutara had made for him back at the Soul King's Palace.

"Excellent! You two look perfect!" Rangiku walked over to the camera and gestured for the orange-haired teens to step onto the studio like setting she'd set up. "Ichigo, it might be best if you'd lighten up a little. Your scowl is going to remain stuck on your face if you keep it up.

"What? I don't scowl all the time!"

"Um...Ichigo? You kinda do..." Orihime said meekly, scratching the back of her head.

Ichigo's expression changed, both women finding his bewildered face cute. Rangiku took a picture for posterity before she decided to get serious. She was technically on the clock. "Alright, Ichigo. We'll start with Orihime showing off her Shun Shun Rikka and giving her best war face for us so move aside until I call for you."

Orihime's photoshoot went relatively smoothly, the teen doing exactly as her friend requested of her and summoning her sprites while striking a few poses. Ichigo couldn't help but stare at Orihime while Rangiku photographed her. The way Orihime looked in that outfit, he wondered if maybe his hot friend should lose her bakery job and start a career in modeling.

When the image of Orihime posing as a swimsuit and a lingerie model popped into his head, Ichigo blushed and turned away from the two ladies. 'Calm down, Ichigo. I don't need Orihime thinking I'm as perverted as Keigo or Chizuru. Why'd Rangiku have to make that outfit even sexier?"

As Orihime was finishing posing for Rangiku and recalling her sprites back into her hairpins, she noticed Ichigo with his back turned to them. "Ichigo, are you okay?" she asked, oblivious to the reason why he was so flustered.

"Oh he's fine. He's just got a lot on his mind. Isn't that right, Ichigo?" Rangiku smirked when she saw Ichigo's blushing face and embarrassed expression, knowing exactly what was going on inside that head of his. "Well, if you're finished just standing there, grab your two Zangetsu blades and get over here. I want you to strike a cool pose and give us all that scowl we know and love."

Grumbling, Ichigo let the blood stop rushing to his face and swapped places with Orihime. As Rangiku started to photograph the hero of the Soul Society, the orangette sat down on a rock and waited patiently for them to be done.

With both Rangiku and Ichigo occupied with the photoshoot, neither of them noticed the nervous look on Orihime's face or how she was fidgeting awkwardly while sitting on the flat rock. A weird sensation had started to afflict the busty teenager in the middle of her photoshoot. She'd shrugged it off for the sake of not wanting to embarrass herself on camera but now that she was by herself with nothing to do, that sensation started to eat away at her.

An unbearable heat was beginning to build inside of the girl. Her legs rubbed together while sweat started to run down her naked arms. The dress Rangiku had given her felt tight to the point it was becoming uncomfortable. She had a sudden urge to let the skirt slide down her legs and strip naked to cool off. Her mind grew hazy with the idea that she should stick her hand in her panties to start touching herself becoming a very enticing idea. The more she tried to fight the urges, the stronger they became and soon Orihime was becoming very close to giving in. Her hand slowly started to make its way up the side of her thigh before...

"Orihime? Orihime? Earth to Orihime!"

Rangiku's words helped snap out of her stupor and she blinked. "Huh? Oh, sorry, Rangiku. I was just...ah...dozing. That's all," she said, hopping off the rock. She tried her best to hide her blush when she felt a wet spot in her panties, realizing just how far she was in her own little fantasy.

"Okay, last set of photos. Since you two took on Yhwach together, I figured we could take a few of you posing together."

Nodding, Orihime walked back over to Ichigo and struck another pose with him. Standing next to her, Ichigo felt a little concerned for his friend. Despite how light her outfit was and how much open skin she was showing, Orihime was covered with a sheen of sweat. He made a mental note to go get her some water after they were done with Rangiku's photoshoot. But he also took note of something else.

'Odd...since when does Orihime wear perfume?'

"Okay, Orihime. I want you go get nice and close to Ichigo, okay?" Rangiku replied.

The orangette did get closer to Ichigo. However, the closer that she got to her crush, the more Ichigo started to really notice Orihime. He found it hard not to stare at her with her body gleaming with sweat, her warm body pressing up against his as they posed. Standing next to her while inhaling Orihime's perfume, Ichigo felt a warm heat ignite inside of him. It soon became uncomfortable to stand next to such a gorgeous beauty; he was rather glad the Hakama that Soul Reapers wear was so baggy. He had always been attracted to his friend but suddenly there came the compulsion to pull Orihime into his strong arms, rip off that revealing top and ravish her until he couldn't feel his legs anymore.

Rangiku, still ten feet away, was oblivious to what was going on. She noticed how hot and sweaty they both were getting but figured that was from the lighting of the cave and the fabric they were wearing. Getting an idea in her head, Rangiku gave the two a grin. "Okay, maybe we can have a big romantic moment? Ichigo, why don't you hold Orihime like in one of those romantic dime store novels?"

The lieutenant had only been joking, wanting to get a reaction out of the two prudish teens. What transpired after she made the joke, however, blew her mind eight ways to Sunday.

Hearing Rangiku's suggestion flipped the switch in Orihime's brain, as if her friend's joke had been all the permission she needed to give in to the burning emotions that were consuming her. Turning towards Ichigo, she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him wrap his arms around her slender waist. His own mind caving to the rush of emotions that flooded his mind, Ichigo let his body do the talking for him and pressed his lips against Orihime's, the two giving each other their first kiss.

Rangiku blinked, her eyes widening as she watched the two kiss. "Holy cow. I was just joking. Uh...guys?"

The two teenagers ignored Rangiku completely. Locking lips, the pair were lost in their own little world. Everything else seem to fade away into the back of their minds. Orihime turned around to let Ichigo full embrace her and deepen the kiss. Her tongue slipped into Ichigo's mouth to explore, colliding with his own. The kiss turned sloppy as their tongues danced. Ichigo's left hand grabbed the side of her breast and squeezed it while his right slipped around to squeeze her ass, finding it to be far more bigger and softer than he imagined. In response to Ichigo's groping, Orihime returned the favor by slipping her hand into Ichigo's pants to find the hard manmeat he was packing.

"Whoa..." Rangiku was continued to be blown away by what she was seeing. As Orihime's friend, she'd wanted the girl to be bold in her pursuit of telling her feelings to Ichigo but she might have been too bold. Ichigo's reaction was equally baffling. For a boy who was the definition of the word prudish, it was almost out of character for him to be this horny. "Teenager hormones are no joke," she said, her face starting to get flushed from watching the steamy scene.

That didn't stop her from continuing to snap pictures of them though.

Rangiku's camera flashes went completely ignored by the two horny teens. One kiss became many and the two couldn't keep their hands off each other. They both felt like an inferno was raging in their bodies and their clothes became stifling, the fabric of Rangiku's recreations sticking to their sweaty skin.

The thought of seeing more of Orihime's body spurred Ichigo's hand. "Oh my!" gasped Rangiku as she watched Ichigo grab the front of the girl's white outfit and pull it open, Orihime's large melons spilling out, her pink nipples achingly hard. Orihime shrugged out of her opened top before quickly slipping off her skirt, standing in front of Ichigo and Orihime in a pair of black panties.

Orihime's hands were just as hungry. The girl couldn't hide the lustful look on her face as she tore off Ichigo's clothes. As soon as his kosode was taken off, Orihime started to worship his built, toned chest, kissing his sweaty skin across his pecs while untying his obi.

"Um...do you two wanna get a room?" Rangiku asked, snapping another picture before she gasped as Ichigo's hakama and underwear hit the floor and she saw the erection between Ichigo's legs. "Okaaaay. And suddenly this just became a porno shoot."

The orange-headed teens, embraced again and made out while feeling each other up. Her heart pounding in her chest, Orihime started to kiss her way down Ichigo's toned chest until she reached Ichigo's cock. The Substitute shivered as her hand wrapped around his shaft, her touch soft as silk. So many old fantasies popped up in Orihime's addled mind and she wanted to act out each and every one of them with her lover. But before she would do anything, first she wanted to know how Ichigo tasted.

"Orihime..." A deep moan left Ichigo's lips when Orihime's mouth wrapped around his head, watching his friend take him into her wet orifice. "Nghh! Ohh!" He'd always dreamed about Orihime pleasuring him but this was better than any dream.

"Oh my..." Rangiku was surprised to see Orihime give Ichigo a blowjob but was even more shocked by how good she was at it, Orihime immediately going for a deepthroat. "Maybe it was a good idea to teach her those lessons?" she murmured to herself, rubbing her legs together as she continued to get aroused at the sight.

Orihime's mind went blank as her senses were overwhelmed by Ichigo's scent and taste, saliva spilling down her chin while she took Ichigo deep into her mouth, relaxing her throat just like how Rangiku showed her with bananas. Gripping his strong thighs, Orihime bobbed her head back and forth. Her panties were soaked at this point, the urge to feel him inside her unbearable.

But Ichigo wanted to know Orihime's taste too. He pulled his cock out of Orihime's mouth, much ot her disappointment, and hauled her up to her feet. His hand grabbed Orihime's soft black panties and yanked them down, his eyes staring hungrily at her pussy, her pink lips soaking wet with a patch of neatly trimmed orange hair crowning it.

Ichigo laid down on the small mat Rangiku had set up for her photoshoot. Orihime got the message and walked around Ichigo, her feet on either side of the Substitute's head before she promptly sat down on his face. "Oh!"

Rangiku snapped a picture of Orihime's face once Ichigo's mouth touched her pussy, his tongue licking her like a lollipop. The lieutenant watched with her hand in her pants as Orihime leaned forward and resumed sucking on Ichigo's cock, humming from his thick taste as he slid down her throat.

The taste of a woman was strange to Ichigo just as much as his taste was to Orihime but he threw everything to the wind and licked her snatch up anyway. Gripping her plump ass hard, Ichigo slid his tongue into her virgin honeypot, his tongue feeling the insides of her walls.

Both teens being new to the ways of sex, the pair found climax come to them quicker than expected. The coil inside Orihime's belly snapped when Ichigo's tongue started to pleasure her clit, the surges of ecstasy coming from her bundle of nerves making her body tremble as she was thrown through the gates of orgasm. At the same time, the tight and wet vacuum of Orihime's throat was more than Ichigo could handle. The two grunted into each other's privates as they came together.

Cum flooded Orihime's mouth, her mind melting from the thick taste. But this being Orihime, she came to love the taste and swallowed every last drop. Ichigo likewise licked up Orihime's juices from her quivering cunt, hugging her ass tightly.

Orihime rolled off of Ichigo, letting him sit up and wipe off his messy face with his arm. Rangiku thought the two would come to their senses and remember she was there when they climaxed but the hot look in their eyes told her that their minds were still addled with lust.

The busty, naked orangette slid into Ichigo's lap, shivering as his rough hands ran up and down her sides. Pressing his lips against hers, Ichigo gripped her waist and lifted her up, aiming his cock right at her awaiting pussy. "Ichigo..." Orihime whispered, her eyes giving him consent to take her virginity.

Rangiku couldn't believe she was watching this but watch it she did. Her eyes widened when the boy lowered her down onto his cock, spearing her pussy and claiming Orihime's virginity. She took her hand off the camera and pulled on her sash until her Shihakusho was loose and she began to grope her own chest, her nipples hard at the sight of the two teens fucking like rabbits.

So lost in their own lust, the two fucked with raw abandon. Orihime moaned into her lover's lips while she bounced wildly on his cock, feeling him go all the way inside of her. Her mind went blank every time she took him to the hilt and he hit her g-spot. Ichigo's hands left her waist and traveled downward to cup her ass, gripping her soft buns tightly and bouncing her up and down harder. All Ichigo care about anymore was Orihime. The tight, wet heat of her snatch, the softness of her lips, the friction from her breasts rubbing up against his chest. It made him want to fuck her until he blacked out.

When the kiss between them broke, Ichigo let go of Orihime's ass to cup her breasts, pushing them up so he could wrap his lips around her pink nipple. "Ohhhh!" moaned Orihime, leaning backwards as her lover pleasured her tits. She ran her hands through his sweaty orange hair, rolling her hips to feel the young man grind against more of her sensitive spots. "Yes! Yes! Ohhhh! Ichigo!" The pleasure was overwhelming to the teen girl and before she knew it, the fake sky started to spin. "Ah! Ahhhh!"

Orihime's pussy tightened around Ichigo, Rangiku making sure to get a good picture of her sex face as she orgasmed again. Grunting into her boob as those tight walls gripped him, Ichigo did not allow Orihime to come back down from cloud nine before he wrapped his arms around her and laid her down onto her back.

A groan left Orihime when she felt Ichigo leave her pussy before finding herself on her side with Ichigo spooning her from behind, raising her leg to pump his cock back into her again. "Orihime! You...feel...amazing!" Ichigo grunted into her ear, fucking her as fast as he could.

Rangiku was standing next to her camera, her hakama down at her ankles while she fingered herself. "Yeah, that's right, Orihime. Take that cock..." she whispered before deciding to get a few pictures up close and personal since the two were completely ignoring her. Grabbing a smaller camera, Rangiku stepped out of her hakama and moved closer to the pair, her kosode one shrug away from falling from her shoulders.

The lieutenant moved closer, snapping a few pictures of the fornicating teens. When she got closer to Orihime, however, she started to inhale the sweet scent that Orihime was giving off. Already aroused from watching two horny teens fuck like crazy, Rangiku lost herself to her sudden attraction to Orihime. The camera fell out of her hands, tumbling uselessly to the ground. With the slightest of shrugs, Rangiku slipped out of her kosode, revealing the biggest chest in the Soul Society, her large pink nipples hard. She slid her panties down her leg and stepped out of them, joining the pair in the nude.

Ichigo's libido went into overdrive upon seeing the luscious, curvy lieutenant in her birthday suit. He gripped Orihime's thighs and turned her onto her hands and knees, taking her doggy style. Orihime had not noticed her seductive friend including herself in their revelry until Rangiku had knelt down in front of her, cushioning the girl's head in her huge breasts. "Orihime, you look so beautiful right now..."

"Rangiku..." Orihime panted into her friend's tits before she wrapped her lips around the woman's nipple, sucking on her breast while bucking her hips into Ichigo's thrusts. Her arms wrapped around Rangiku's waist, her nails digging into the lieutenant's ass while she let the woman reach underneath her to gently grab her swaying tits, massaging them with her soft touch. Orihime moaned deeply into the strawberry blonde's boob when she felt Rangiku's fingers lightly pinch her hard nipples, the ecstasy in her body reaching a fever pitch.

"Mmmmh!" Orihime's eyes went wide when Ichigo out of nowhere spanked her, a red handprint left on her soft skin for all the world to see; and with Ichigo's inhuman strength, that mark was going to stay there for a while. Yet Orihime didn't mind. Being marked as Ichigo's lover was something she'd secretly fantasized about.

With Ichigo reshaping her pussy, hitting all of her most sensitive spots, and Rangiku pleasuring her breasts, it didn't surprise either Soul Reaper that the orangette was the first to reach climax. "Mmmmh!" She took her head out of Rangiku's tits and looked up at her friend. "I'm...I'm cumming!"

The lieutenant watched Orihime show off her sex face with glee. She stuck out her tongue as she cupped the girl's face. Orihime responded by sticking out her own and Ichigo got to enjoy the sight of them lewdly making out while he was balls deep inside the orangette.

The tightness of his friend's pussy pushed Ichigo over the edge. His balls swelled and he could feel a pressure start to build inside his cock. Ichigo had just enough sense in him to pull out of Orihime before he came.

Rangiku broke the tongue-lock she had on Orihime and let the girl clumsily spill to the ground, bending over the girl and opening her mouth in front of Ichigo's manhood while he jerked off rapidly. "I want to taste you..." she slurred.

Closing his eyes, Ichigo groaned as that pressure inside him became too much to bear. "Cumming!" he grunted, his cock shooting hot ropes of white, sticky cum into Rangiku's awaiting mouth.

"Ahhhh..." The naked lieutenant stuck out her tongue while swallowing the Substitute's hot spunk, his thick taste heavy on her tongue. Swallowing another man's cum wasn't something she was particularly fond of but at the moment with her addled lust-filled mind, all she wanted was to taste both teens and explore every inch of their bodies, Orihime's in particular.

As soon as Ichigo had finished discharging the last of his spunk into the lieutenant's hungry mouth, Rangiku pulled away and looked down at the dazed girl beneath her. The touch of her hand on Orihime's cheek snapped the orangette out of her stupor and she sat up just in time to be given a cum-filled kiss from Rangiku. Both women moaned as they enjoyed Ichigo's flavor on their tongues.

Being the source of the scent that drove both Soul Reaper's wild, Orihime found herself on the receiving end of two pairs of hands that explored her naked body. The Substitute and lieutenant sandwiched Orihime between them while they touched her. Still locking lips with the teen, Rangiku cupped her massive chest and started to rub their nipples gently together, their chests burning with erotic heat. Orihime was lost in the feel of Ichigo's hands as they felt up every inch of her. With his cock wedged between her supple asscheeks, Ichigo felt up her sides, her breasts, her ass until he finally reached between her legs, his finger gently fingering her pussy.

"Mmmmmh!" Orihime's muffled moans grew when Rangiku reached down and started to join her hand with Ichigo's, fingering her as well. Breaking the kiss, the foxy lieutenant purred at the sight of Orihime's moaning face. "So beautiful..." she moaned, leaning in for another kiss.

Wanting some of the action herself, Rangiku's slender arms wrapped around the teen. Hugging her tightly, the woman leaned back until she was on her back and Orihime was on top of her. The girls became a tangled mess of limbs as they made out. Orihime felt the woman's hot body stick to her sweaty skin while they kissed, reaching down to touch the lieutenant's shaven pussy.

Shifting her legs beneath the teen, Rangiku gripped Orihime's plump ass before arching her back. The girls both moaned in unison when their pussies collided with one another. So horny and needing for pleasure was Rangiku that she let out a sharp cry from feeling their clits touch each other. "Ah! Oh fuck!"

Orihime clung to her Soul Reaper friend while they scissored, her hazel eyes hazy with lust. Looking down at the face Rangiku made while they pleasured each other, the girl had to smile tenderly at the lieutenant. "Rangiku, your sex face is so pretty too..."

The girl was silenced with another deep, tongue-filled kiss and they started scissoring each other harder. Ichigo had almost become an afterthought to the two naked ladies. The Substitute sat on his knees jerking off at the sight of two nude bombshell beauties while they scissored, grinding their pussies together.

But Ichigo was not going to just sit there and be a bystander. Sneaking up behind Orihime, the horny teenager groped his friend's plump ass, giving her other cheek a harsh spank to mark her again with his red handprint. Palming her juicy cheeks, Ichigo looked down at the girls' pussies and grinned.

The kiss between Orihime and Rangiku broke when the strawberry blonde threw her head back and let out a lewd moan when she felt her pussy be speared by the teenage boy's manhood. "Nghh! Ichigo!" she slurred lewdly, her face twisting when she felt her womanhood stretch around his long shaft. "Ahhh! Ohhhh!"

Ichigo pumped into the lieutenant's cunt. Her pussy felt different to Orihime's but the boy still craved the feeling of having his cock enveloped by her warm walls. Continuing to grip Orihime's ass, Ichigo reared his hips back and shoved his cock into her with all the inhuman strength his body could muster.

The thrusts that Ichigo made caused the girls' bodies to grind against each other. Orihime continued to moan, mixing her lewd sounds with Orihime's as she felt her clit rub against Rangiku's, the heat in her chest burning from their nipples colliding.

Rangiku groaned when she suddenly felt her pussy empty of Ichigo's cock, the boy pulling out and aiming his thick clamhammer at Orihime's gaping cunt. The orangette gasped when her crush began to pump in and out of her again. "Yes! It feels...so good!" she moaned.

Back and forth went Ichigo, fucking Orihime's pussy for a few thrusts before switching to Rangiku's lonely cunt. Over and over again the two women moaned while the Substitute Soul Reaper fucked them, their sweaty bodies grinding against each other.

"Orihime! Ichigo!" cried out Rangiku, slipping her hands into Orihime's and threading her fingers with the girl's. With both the Substitute's cock reaching deep inside her and Orihime's body grinding against hers, Rangiku was given pleasure she had rarely ever felt in her entire life, if at all. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

"Yes! Yes! Oh yes!" moaned Orihime nonstop, her ass painted red with more handprints as Ichigo fucked her and her friend silly. "Fuck me, Ichigo! Fuck me harder!"

Ichigo never believed he would ever hear Orihime curse, much less hear her talk dirty. But it was the ultimate turn on for the young man. Balls deep inside of Rangiku, he reached around and grabbed her tits, pulling on them and forcing her back to arch. "Fuck! Girls!" he grunted. Rangiku raised her head and started to return the favor by sucking on Orihime's tits, her hand reaching beneath the teen to rub her clit.

Both the strawberry blonde and lieutenant climaxed together, unable to take both the manhandling Ichigo was giving their pussies as well as the sensual grinding of their sweaty bodies. Gasping as Rangiku's cock tightened around him, Ichigo pulled out of the lieutenant, breathing heavily as he struggled to keep himself from cumming again and ending it so soon.

"Hahhh...hahh..." Sweat rolled down Ichigo's chest, his eyes a haze of lust from so much blood rushing through him. He couldn't think straight, his mind awash with only carnal desire. He wanted more; he only wanted to fuck them more.

Orihime was a panting, squiring mess, her squirting pussy, along with Rangiku's, staining the mat beneath them before she slid off of the woman. Rangiku's blue eyes blinked and she noticed Ichigo's cock, slickened with juices but still raring to go. Sitting up, she pulled the Substitute into her arms, embracing him with both a hug and a tongue-filled kiss.

His body on autopilot at this point, Ichigo melted into his friend's kiss and stood up, picking Rangiku up off the ground. The lieutenant's legs were a shaking mess, her bones feeling like they were made of pudding. Luckily for her, she had a horny Substitute with strength to spare.

Turning the wobbly Rangiku around, the teen boy reached down and grabbed Rangiku by her legs, picking her up and hooking his hands underneath her soft, wide thighs. Turning her head, Rangiku gave the young man a sultry smile. "Fuck me," she breathed, her face inches from Ichigo's. "Fuck me as hard as you can..."

Rangiku instinctively arched her back and cried out when she felt Ichigo lower her down onto his cock. The intimate angle he was holding her in let his cock grind harder against each and every one of her sensitive spots, making her howl as he bottomed out her pussy. "Ah! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she continually spat, not wanting this to end.

Rearing his hips back, the naked Ichigo gathered all of his remaining strength and began to thrust into her wildly, his pace as erratic as it was furious. "Fuck! Rangiku!" he grunted, his whole body feeling like it was on fire.

Orihime recovered from her orgasm finally and looked up to see herself at Ichigo's feet, Rangiku in his arms with the sluttiest of expressions on her face as he made her scream with ecstasy. Eyeing the camera Rangiku had dropped, Orihime snapped a quick picture of the two before tossing the item to the side and getting on her knees directly in front of the pair.

"Ah!"

"Fuck! Orihime!"

The two Soul Reapers moaned when they felt Orihime stick out her tongue and start licking Ichigo's cock as it pumped in and out of Rangiku, her tongue flicking across the woman's clit every flew licks while she enjoyed the taste of Rangiku's cunt on her crush's cock.

With every lick of Orihime's tongue, Rangiku's honeypot grew tighter, choking Ichigo's cock. "Ohhhhhhh!" Rangiku's eyes rolled into the back of her head, the coil in her stomach about to snap. "Cumming! I'm cumming! Orihime! Ichigo! I'm cumming!"

Rangiku's pussy became a warm, wet vice, tightening around the young man while she squirted all over Orihime's face. The incredible tightness of the woman's mature walls was all that Ichigo needed to be pushed over the edge. "Fuck! Rangiku!" he moaned, throwing his head back and pushing into her until the tip of his manhood was buried deep inside of her.

A deep groan left Ichigo as he came, giving the lieutenant a nice hot creampie. Rangiku's slutty smile grew wider from the heat of Ichigo's spunk paining her insides white. Fortunately for Ichigo, today was a safe day for Rangiku so he wouldn't have to answer to Toshiro if he's put a bun in the oven.

Ichigo sank to the ground, his strength spent and feeling like he'd discharged all the cum in his balls. His limp cock slipping out of Rangiku, the Substitute fell backwards onto the mat. Orihime laid down next to him while Rangiku slid off his chest and snuggled onto his unaccompanied side. Without a word to each other, the three closed their eyes and fell right to sleep, the exhaustion taking its toll...

Hours later...

Rangiku opened her weary eyes. Sitting up, the lieutenant yawned before gasping upon realizing she was not only naked, but reeking of sweat and sex along with lying next to an equally naked and dirty Orihime and Ichigo.

"What the hell happened to us?" Rangiku murmured to herself. The teens' actions during the photoshoot were bizarre and the fact she got lost in the debauchery was equally puzzling. "Wait...Orihime had a funny smell on her..."

Getting an idea, Rangiku quietly crawled away from the sleeping teens and grabbed the bottle of lotion she'd put on Orihime. Turning the bottle around and her expression turned deadpan when she read the instructions.

"For uses of sexual relaxation. Warning: bottle contains ingredient that upon application to skin, causes the user to give off pheromones'. The more attracted they are to an individual the more pheromones that are released. Those in close proximity become affected by the pheromones, making the user irresistible and lusting for them. Use only in private quarters or in large orgies."

"Why do I get the feeling Yoruichi planned for this to happen?" Rangiku wondered out loud before turning back to the sleeping teens. Grabbing her camera, she snapped a few pictures of the naked duo. "Oh well. Least this gives me something for the memories. That and excellent blackmail material on Ichigo."

Deciding to just enjoy the moment, Rangiku laid back down next to Ichigo and laid her head on his shoulders. She'd explain herself when the two woke up and calm them down when they'd undoubtedly wake up screaming. Until then, she'd simply enjoy the moment.

'I cannot wait until I have those pictures printed...' she thought to herself before falling asleep.

The End