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Lotion in Motion

Chapter Two
OnlySouls

Several years after the last chapter...
Kurosaki Home

"Come on, Kazui, it's time for night-night."

Cradling her sweet, little boy in her arms, Orihime Kurosaki carried her precious bundle of joy up the stairs to his bedroom. Little Kazui Kurosaki squealed happily as his mommy carried him into his bedroom. Sitting in a chair, the orangette mother rocked her baby gently until Kazui's little eyes drooped shut. Picking up the orange-haired baby, Orihime settled him in his crib and pulled his blue baby blanket over him. "Sleep tight, my little Kazui..." whispered the loving mother before turning away, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

All throughout the Kurosaki house, it was quiet. Isshin was out having a drink with his old pal, Ryuken, while Yuzu and Karin were over at Kisuke's hanging out with Ururu. As for Orihime's husband, Ichigo was out enjoying the night with Uryu and Chad, which left Orihime at home to look after the baby.

Most women would have bristled from being left home alone to take care of their infant child but Orihime was not most women. She adored her son with all her heart and enjoyed any moment she could have him all to herself. But more importantly, since the house was empty, it gave the orangette housewife the opportunity to indulge in her other job.

Reaching her and Ichigo's bedroom, she closed the door and opened her closet. The first thing she pulled out was a camcorder, setting it up on the dresser so that it was facing the bed. The next item she pulled out was a set of lingerie she kept handy for such occasions.

Then Orihime began to strip.

No matter how many times she did this, it still felt as dirty as the first time. She was alone yet as she slid her panties down, her eyes would glance over at the camcorder. It wasn't turned on yet but she still shivered as she dressed herself in front of it.

Soon, the orangette mother was sitting on the bed wearing her sexist lingerie. The white, lace bra hugged her chest, her tits having gotten even bigger since she carried Kazui. The matching white fishnet stockings led up to her garters, the belt they were clipped to wrapped around her waist just above her panties that were just a shade away from being transparent.

Licking her lips, Orihime silenced the butterflies in her belly and hit the remote to the camcorder, turning it on. As soon as the red light started buzzing, Orihime smiled at the camera. "Hello, boys. Ready for another round of Shun Shun Freaka?"

Months earlier...

Kurosaki House

"OnlySouls?"

"Yep. It's the latest trend in the Soul Society."

"So it's-"

"Exactly what it sounds like, Orihime. It's OnlyFans but in the Soul Society."

Rangiku sat across from Orihime, sipping tea as they chatted. Orihime's little baby boy was fast asleep in a stroller sitting next to his mother. Rangiku had arrived at her friend's place to chat and bring news on what going on in the Soul Society. Rukia would have come along with her but as acting captain of Squad Thirteen, she was too busy. Orihime always enjoyed Rangiku's visits; she never wanted to miss a chance to catch up with her old friend.

Rangiku loved coming by to see little Kazui as well. Especially since Rangiku considered herself the reason Kazui was conceived in the first place after the photo shoot incident she'd inadvertently caused.

"So how exactly do you have your own version of OnlyFans? I thought you guys didn't have internet access." Orihime knew that the standard of living in the Soul Society was around the Feudal Japan era, Mayuri's R&D department notwithstanding. The idea of the afterlife getting its own form of the salacious website seemed baffling.

"Oh, that's easy to explain. Under Head-Captain Kyoraku, the Seireitei started to modernize itself little by little while we were repairing the damage from the Quincy invasion. Captain Kurotsuchi brought the internet to the Soul Society about a year ago. It's been great!"

"Yeah but...why do you guys have your own version of OnlyFans? Or is it different from what we have in the World of the Living?"

Leaning forward, the strawberry blonde gave her young friend a knowing smile. "Oh, trust me, Orihime, OnlySouls is exactly what you think it is. In fact, I've got my own account on it." Her smile grew wider as she leaned back in her chair, patting her chest with pride. "I've got the most subscribers on the site."

Orihime gave her friend an awkward smile. "I can't imagine why..."

"Kisuke was the one who came up with the thought of making a Soul Society version of OnlyFans now that we had our own internet access. Apparently, he got the idea after Yoruichi made herself an account on OnlyFans and started raking in the cash with her videos."

"Again, I can't imagine why..." Orihime actually already knew Yoruichi had an OnlyFans account after Ichigo berated Kon for blowing so much cash on Yoruichi's account. "I hear she makes more money on her OnlyFans in a week then Kisuke makes with his shop in a month…"

"So...I was thinking..."

"Uh oh..." Coming out of Rangiku's mouth, Orihime knew those were dangerous words.

"I know that you were worried about money after giving birth to your little baby since you still work at the bakery. Even I know that diapers are expensive. So, I figured why not make an account on OnlySouls and make some extra dough making sexy videos of yourself for the camera?"

The blood in the young, orangette mother's body rushed to her face, instantly making her cheeks turn a hard shade of bright pink. "Wh-what? Rangiku, you can't be serious? I couldn't do something as dirty as sell sex videos of myself!"

"Are you kidding? You were already a nine out of ten when you were seventeen and now?" Looking Orihime over, the lieutenant gave a feisty growl after seeing just how mature and voluptuous the woman had become after achieving motherhood. "With that MILF body, you'd make a killing."

"But...but if people found out I made an account-"

Rangiku could tell that Orihime was concerned of her boss or friends finding out, but she had the perfect counter to that argument. "You can relax, Orihime. The Soul Society's internet isn't connected to the World of the Living's. The services on OnlySouls is strictly limited to the Soul Society, so you don't need to worry about anyone you know over here finding out and since it'd just be a part time gig, you can keep your job at the bakery. It's a win-win."

"Well...won't Rukia find out if I do it?"

The knowing smile returned to Rangiku's face and she pulled out her phone. "Funny how you should mention that..." Hitting a few keys, she turned on her OnlySouls app and brought up a certain acting-captain's account. "Care to watch a few videos of Sode no ShiraBunny?"

The blush on Orihime's face grew brighter until her face was as red as Renji's hair. "Wait, Rukia too? But...wouldn't Byakuya have anything to say about that?"

"Actually-"

"Oh please don't tell me that he's got an account too!" She knew that Ichigo would die from shock if he found out Byakuya, the most straight-laced man they knew, was on such a sight.

"Oh no, at least, I don't think..." quickly added Rangiku before she continued. "I'll look into that bit later. But Byakuya gave her the okay to make her own account provided she didn't do anything too graphic. Normally, she just sticks to showing off the latest Chappy lingerie. Personally, I think she should step up her game a little. But that's just my opinion. "

"Ah, okay." Hearing that, Orihime sat back in her chair. She looked at Rangiku hesitatingly for a moment, glancing down at her little Kazui. The little baby was still fast asleep in his little stroller, oblivious to the conversation his mother was having with her best friend. Orihime was a little worried about what Kazui might think when he got older, let alone what his father would think of the idea. "I...I should talk about this with Ichigo first. He's my husband, after all. I won't keep secrets from him, especially not about something like this. He'd be livid if he found out I was keeping this from him."

"That's fair. But I've no doubt that Ichigo will be acceptable to the idea. If not, just let me talk to him. I'm sure we can get him to compromise a little. And hey, if he doesn't mind, he could always join you for a video or two. No harm, no foul, as they say. So," leaning forward, the sultry lieutenant smiled at the orangette MILF. "Want me to help you set up an OnlySouls account?"

Biting her lower lip for a moment, Orihime squirmed in her chair while debating the pros and cons in her head. Since the two were parents now, Ichigo and Orihime would need a little extra income. She had to demote herself to part-time at the bakery now that she was a mom taking care of a baby and Ichigo's salary as a translator only paid so much. "I guess one or two videos couldn't hurt."

"Excellent! I even have a name all picked out for you! How does the name Shun Shun Freaka sound?"

One Year later...
Kurosaki House

"So, how goes the videos, miss popular?"

Orihime and Rangiku were once again back at the table having another discussion regarding their second vocations. The now one-and-a-half-year old Kazui was fast asleep in her lap, rocked to sleep by his darling mother's soft arms, his head resting on her soft bosom.

The orangette mother's cheeks turned pink from Rangiku's question, knowing that the lieutenant knew the answer. Things had certainly been interesting for Orihime since that first meeting.

With Rangiku showing her the ropes, Orihime started her own account. Things had started off small with Orihime showing off her perfect body in lingerie and different poses then escalated to performing sexual acts right in front of the camera. As dirty as it felt, Orihime couldn't help but feel a thrill every time she saw that red light come on and started to pleasure her body in front of it, knowing other people were going to be seeing it.

Ichigo had been a little apprehensive at first when Orihime approached him with the idea. Even though it was only going to be shown in the Soul Society, the idea of his wife making sexually explicit videos. The thought of Byakuya seeing his wife like that made his skin crawl. And he was ready to use his Bankai on Kenpachi if the man ever brought it up. But thanks to Orihime and Rangiku's convincing, with a few helpful words from Kisuke since he helped make the website and was very interested in the cut of the revenue that Orihime was sure to bring. But once Orihime settled into her nighttime job, he grew more comfortable with the idea. So long as Orihime was comfortable doing it and wasn't being forced by Rangiku and Kisuke, he would be okay with it. And the money certainly helped him settle down too.

It did not take long for Orihime to accumulate a large number of followers on her OnlySouls account. To her utter surprise, she'd turned just as big a hit as Rangiku. Even Rukia got a little jealous from how fast Orihime rose. Throughout the year, Ichigo continued to support his wife, especially after he saw her get into it while sitting in the corner watching her make a few videos, but he never took part in any himself.

Back in the present, Rangiku cracked open a soda from a small cooler she'd brought with her and slid it over to Orihime before grabbing one for herself. The orangette MILF took a small sip from her drink, making sure that her baby boy was still asleep and comfortable before continuing. "It's been going pretty well. Although it was a little embarrassing when I went to the sex shop for new toys." Her biggest fear was Tatsuki, or worse Chizuru, finding out about her second job.

"Well, that's to be expected. You need fresh material from time to time, after all." Rangiku flashed her friend a knowing smile. "It's the cross you have to bear as a content creator. Trust me, I've had to spice it up to make sure I'm still the top girl."

"Right...there was that whole bit with the sex machine..." Orihime recalled one of Kon's throwaway comments while Ichigo was beating the stuffing out of the Mod Soul.

"So I was thinking..."

"Uh oh..." 'Here we go again…'

Rangiku grinned. Despite Orihime's apparent apprehension, she knew that her friend would come around by the time the conversation was through. "I was thinking that since it's been about a year since you became such a sexy star, what better way to celebrate than to make a special video together with me?!"

Orihime's cheeks became tinged with pink, the idea of making an erotic video with her best friend making her heart beat a little faster. Checking to make sure that Kazui was still fast asleep, the orangette mother looked back up at Rangiku. "I mean...I guess that sounds good. I could have Ichigo watch over Kazui for a night."

"Oh, I'd consider hiring another sitter to watch your little boy." Rangiku leaned forward, smiling seductively at the MILF.

"…You can't be serious! Ichigo would never-"

Rangiku held up a hand to silence her friend. "Don't worry about trying to convince Ichigo. This'll just be between you and me. But I'd like for him to be there since to help us set up everything. He shouldn't have much of a problem if it's just the two of us. Leave that to me. You just pick out your best lingerie and make sure little Kazui will be taken care of for the night. I'm sure he'll be more than willing by the time we do the video."

One week later…

"Still not sure I want to do this…"

Orihime put a hand on her husband's shoulder while she carried Kazui in a cozy carrier. After Ichigo took the day off work, the married couple had been spending the day with Kazui before they had to meet up with Rangiku that night. Returning back to the Kurosaki house, Ichigo reluctantly handed over his son to Isshin.

The Kurosaki elder took his grandson, promising his son and daughter-in-law that he, Yuzu and Karin would take good care of their little boy while they were gone. The couple didn't tell Ichigo's father just where they'd be, only that they would be helping Rangiku for the night.

Getting into their car, Ichigo cranked it and pulled out of the driveway. "I still can't believe you talked me into this…"

"It'll be alright, Ichigo. It'll be fun." Nodding, Ichigo gave his wife a reassuring smile before they headed off to go meet Rangiku. They drove for over an hour until the hotel that Rangiku was staying at came into view.

Driving up to it, Ichigo let out a whistle from the grandeur of it all. "Rangiku doesn't think small, does she?"

"You know Rangiku. A trip to the World of the Living without staying at the best luxury love hotel in town isn't worth the trip. And you did insist we not use our bedroom for what Rangiku had in mind.

It'd been a hard ask for both of the busty women when they pitched their idea to Ichigo. At first, he'd been vehemently against it but after a little while Rangiku indeed had been able to convince him to go along with them for their new video. Ichigo agreed, but put his foot down he was only going along with it to support his wife and wouldn't be joining in on their activities.

Getting Rangiku's number from the front desk, the married couple walked into an elevator and took it all the way up to the penthouse suite. Reaching the door, they knocked on it and waited nervously. Rangiku didn't keep them waiting long, opening the door and squealing when she saw who it was. "Ichigo! Orihime!" The Soul Reaper was back in her Gigai, wearing a white shirt and black pants. The lieutenant pulled Orihime into a hug. "Good to see you guys. You're right on time. Come in, come in."

The love hotel room was huge, covered in pink wallpaper and furnished with matching furniture. 'Pretty sure Yuzu would like this place if it wasn't a love hotel…' Ichigo thought to himself as he followed his friend into the main bedroom. The room was as big as his living room, a heart-shaped king-sized bed awaiting the three.

"Okay then! Let's get everything set up. Oooh, this has got me so jazzed!" Rangiku rubbed her hands together from giddiness. "Our first live stream! This is going to be so much fun!"

Setting down the bag she had brought with her, Orihime looked over at her best friend. "You want me to go ahead and get changed?"

"Sure thing! Go ahead and change in the bathroom while I and your hubby set everything up." Nodding, Orihime grabbed her bag and headed into the bathroom to change into her work attire. Walking over to a stack of bags on the floor, Rangiku opened one and handed it to Ichigo. "Here you go. Set this up over there," she said, pointing to the front of the bed.

Nodding, Ichigo brought the bag over to the front of the bed, pulling out a tripod and started to set it up. As Ichigo set up the camera for the strawberry blonde, Rangiku started to speak. "Now Ichigo, since this is going to be a live stream we need you to man the camera throughout the whole shoot. We won't be able to edit anything so you need to make sure that nothing goes wrong."

"Sounds easy enough." After setting up the camera, Rangiku put a few bags on the bed. Reaching into one, she pulled out a small Wi-Fi modem and handed it to Ichigo. "What's this?"

"A modem that allows access to the Soul Society's internet. Kind of pointless to have a live stream from here if nobody can watch it in the Soul Society."

"Ah. Good point." Taking the modem, he plugged it into the wall before connected it to the camera. "Okay. All set up."

"Goody!" Rangiku clapped her hands together happily. However, her eyebrow rose while she looked at each. "Sure you don't want to reconsider joining?"

"I told you before, Rangiku: I'm not joining in on a sex video live stream. I'm just to help out and be supportive to my wife."

"Fair enough. At least you get a front row seat to the greatest show in the Soul Society." Turning her back to Ichigo, Rangiku opened up another bag and started to take out a bunch of different items she and Orihime would be using throughout the live stream. Ichigo blushed when he saw her lay them all out: anal beads, vibrating eggs, butt plugs, a double-sided dildo, some lube and other sex toys.

Looking at her setup, Rangiku put her hands on her hips and nodded in approval. "Alright then. Best to go get changed. Wait here, Ichigo and we'll get started once we come out." Grabbing the last bag off the floor, Rangiku walked into the bathroom to join Orihime.

Ichigo checked the camera and sat down in a chair while he waited for his wife and Rangiku to finish changing. After waiting a good ten minutes, and hearing a lot of giggling, squeals and gasps in the bathroom, the door opened and the two lovely ladies stepped out. "So how do we look?"

The sight of the most beautiful women in both the World of the Living in sexy lingerie took Ichigo's breath away.

Orihime had chosen a rich purple to contrast her orange hair. Her eyeshadow, lipstick, and her lingerie- all of it just had him reeling before they even started.

Her flowing hair was shining along her purple colored nails as she toyed with it, a look of pride and arrogance over her usually more demure face. A choker firmly wrapped itself around her neck with a chain looping around a ring that helped keep her bra in place. Though calling it a bra was giving it too much credit. It had the frame that wrapped around her back and shoulders to support her heavy chest, but the front was almost bare save for one belt going across each cup with the small metal buckles looking ready to burst apart as her breasts spilled above and below them.

Her stomach had a garter belt wrapped around that pressed against the tummy she got after having Kazui. Her slight belly adding to the "Mommy" crowd she cultivated. The bands making their way down to her purple stockings and hugging her legs so beautifully that Ichigo's mouth went dry. Her panties in the middle of her one-two punch of garter belt and stockings. Her panties in the middle of her one-two punch of garter belt and stockings finally got his attention when he saw her hand brush against them, pulling his eyes towards her core. The panties looking like the smallest drop would make them see-through.

"Sorry for the tight fit," Orihime lied. "I bought the biggest one in stock and they still couldn't fit me any nicer."

Rangiku stepped from behind her, chuckling at Ichigo's reaction. The strawberry blonde had leveled up from hot Soul Reaper to a goddess of sheer beauty. The white lingerie she wore was completely transparent, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her white bra, made from the finest lace, could only barely contain her impressive chest, her nipples poking out of the edges of the bra. Every breath she took made it seem like the undergarment was going to snap off at any given moment.

The garter belt she wore matched the rest of her outfit, the belts connecting it to her white fishnet stockings. Likewise, her white thong just barely concealed Rangiku's womanhood, her small trimmed patch of blonde hair peeking out from behind the tiny triangle of cloth. Rangiku turned around, showing off her plump ass, her crack concealed by the tiny thong's cloth.

"What do you think, Ichigo? I think we're going to knock 'em off their feet!" said Rangiku proudly.

Orihime looked over at her friend. "Ready? It's almost time."

Rangiku gave Orihime's ass a good smack. "Yep! Let's do it!"

Ichigo took up his position behind the camera while the girls got onto the bed. He hooked the modem to a laptop Rangiku had brought that would keep track of the live stream. Taking a deep breath, the Substitute turned on the camera and gave the two a thumbs up, telling them they were live.

Turning on the charm, Rangiku flashed a smile in front of the camera. "Hello there, everyone. Ready for the fun begin? Because we are!"

Sidling up next to the waiting Orihime, Rangiku turned her head and planted a deep, lewd kiss on the orangette's sweet lips. "Mmmmmhhh!" Their tongues came out to play, turning the kiss sloppy. Getting on their knees, the two lingerie-clad women made out while hugging each other, their huge breasts pressing against each other. Rangiku's hands went straight to Orihime's ass, fondling her through her panties. In response, Orihime ran her hands up the lieutenant's naked sides before cupping the underside of her heavy chest. "Mmmmh! Nmmmmmmmh!"

The make-out session ended abruptly. Putting her hands on Orihime's shoulders, Rangiku pushed her away from her embrace for a moment, crawling around her until she was directly behind her. "Smile for the camera, Orihime." Her hand snaked down the MILF's front, traveling down her smooth belly until it reached her purple panties.

Orihime's breath hitched when Rangiku's fingers pressed against her clothed womanhood. Smiling at her husband behind the camera, Orihime smiled and gave the peace sign while spreading her legs wide. "Ah! Rangiku! That feels…Mmmmmh!" When Rangiku's fingers dipped underneath her panties to touch her bare pussy. "That feels good…"

Rangiku licked and nibbled Orihime's ear, her eyes locking with Ichigo's as she fingered his hot wife. She continued to slide her fingers into the orangette MILF's tight pussy, her free hand cupping and squeezing one of Orihime's huge tits. Before long, the young mother let out a cry of ecstasy as she came in front of her fans, soaking her panties with her love juices. Turning the younger woman's head to face her, Rangiku swallowed Orihime's moans with a deep kiss. When Orihime felt the lieutenant's hands touch her panties, hooking her thumbs around the hem.

Lifting her hips, Orihime let her friend slide her underwear off of her, spreading her legs once they were gone to show her pink pussy to the live stream. Getting up, Orihime pushed Rangiku onto her back. The strawberry blonde smiled as she put her legs together, letting the young mother peel her already soaked panties away from her wet womanhood, her pussy on full display.

Crawling on top of the big-tittied woman, Orihime turned around and sat down on Rangiku's face. Rangiku eagerly opened her mouth and started to eat out the MILF, her tongue licking up her wet snatch. Moaning from the sensation of her friend's tongue pleasure her womanhood, Orihime leaned down and buried her face in Rangiku's cunt, doing the same to her.

Ichigo's blood was as hot as fire from watching his wife and her best friend eat each other out 69-style. It had not taken him long to start pitching a tent in his pants but he did his best to ignore it. He only wished he wasn't wearing jeans and had put on something a little less tight. His eyes glanced over to the laptop, widening with shock when he saw just how many people in the Soul Society watching the stream, the comments lighting up with comments about how much they were loving what they were seeing. He checked the user tags in the comments to see if there was anything he knows. 'If I find out Byakuya or Kenpachi are watching this, they're going to wish the Stern Ritters finished them off.'

The sexy women moaned into each other's cunts as they came in unison. They lapped up each other's love juices. While Orihime wasn't used to the taste of another woman, Rangiku licked it up like it was ambrosia. After the orangette rolled off of her sexy friend, Rangiku sat up and grabbed Orihime's legs, sliding hers between them.

The heart-shaped bed they were on started to shake violently as the two started to scissor, grinding their pussies vigorously. "Ah! Rangiku! Yes! Yes!" Orihime reached out and grabbed Rangiku's jiggling tit, pulling down her bra to let her nipples come out to play.

Rangiku reached forward and grabbed Orihime, smashing their lips together in a sloppy kiss while their hips continued going to town. "Mmmmmmh!" Breaking the kiss, Rangiku stared deeply into Orihime's hazel eyes. "Come for me, Orihime. I want you to look at my when you come!"

"Ahhh! Haaah! Ahhhh!" Refusing to pull her eyes away from Rangiku's lustful blue eyes, Orihime gave the woman what she wanted. "I'm coming! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhh!"

The sight of Orihime's O-face, combined with the pleasure in her loins while scissoring with her, pushed Rangiku over the edge. "Yes! Yes! Oh yes! Mmmmmmmmh!" Biting down on her lower lips, Rangiku hugged her friend while their juices splashed all over each other's lap.

Throwing herself back onto the bed, Rangiku panted for breath. Noticing the array of sex toys that'd been unused, she reached and grabbed a few items. Sitting up, she gestured for Orihime to get on the edge of the bed. Seeing what Rangiku had in her hands, Orihime slid off the bed and bent over with her ass directly in front of Ichigo and the watching viewers.

Taking the large butt plug in her hand, Rangiku covered it in a generous amount of lube. Tossing the bottle to the side, Rangiku spread Orihime's bubble butt to reveal her tight asshole. A groan hit Orihime when she felt the tip start to push into her bottom, her butthole stretching around the thick pink toy. Once the plug was completely inside her, Orihime wiggled her sexy ass in front of the viewers, knowing her husband's eyes would be fixed on her plugged asshole.

Standing up straight, Orihime patted the edge of the bed. "Your turn." Rangiku handed her the bottle of lube, her ass now bent over and pointed towards the camera. Grabbing a string of huge anal beads, Orihime covered them with lube before bringing the first ball to Rangiku's puckered hole.

"Mmmmmh!" Gripping the sheets, Rangiku relaxed herself as best she could to let the ball slid into her, her lower half shaking with each ball that entered her butt. Each ball was bigger than the last, forcing her to bite her lower lip once she started taking in the latter half of the string. Soon only the large ring to the beads was left sticking out of Rangiku's ass.

Their booty-holes plugged up, the two babes wiggled their asses in front of the camera. Grinning at each other, they started twerking for their viewers and Ichigo, making sure they could see the bead ring and butt plug in between their clapping cheeks.

Getting back on the bed, Rangiku gestured for Orihime to get on all fours, her plugged ass again pointed right at the camera. Grabbing the huge double-ended dildo, the horny lieutenant pushed one end of it into her snatch, moaning from feeling her wet walls being stretched around the rubber phallus. Gripping the other end of the toy like a man would his cock, Rangiku curved the dildo and aimed the unoccupied tip at Orihime's awaiting snatch. "Ah! So big! Rangiku!" Orihime gripped the sheets when the toy entered her pussy. The dildo wasn't as big as her husband but it was a close second.

Ichigo watched as Rangiku fucked his wife from behind, thrusting her hips to drive the toy inside their pussies in and out of them. He watched as the purple strap-on slammed in and out of Orihime's pussy, his wife's cunt making the dirtiest sounds.

With both of their holes now full plugged, the two women were nothing more than bitches in heat. Sweat dripped down Rangiku's back, her hips moving with a mind of their own. The tip of the toy nudged against her cervix, making her body tremble from the pleasure. Her hands reached around to grope Orihime's dangling titties. "Orihime! Fuck!"

"Ah! Yes! Rangiku! Ah! Harder!"

Rangiku pressed herself against Orihime's sweaty back, her hard nipples digging into her soft skin while her hips smacked the girl's ass. Every movement on both their parts made their anal toys wiggle inside of her. Right before Ichigo and the viewers' eyes, the two girls climaxed like whores, their pussies gushing around the thick purple sex toy. Orihime's arms failed her and she slumped onto the bed, her ass sticking up in the air while Rangiku lay on top of her. The strawberry blonde, eyes glazed from pleasure, slowly pulled her toy out of their pussies, laying down next to Orihime and pulling her close for a nice snuggle.

Ichigo's breath was haggard. He had never seen anything so sexy in his life. The tension in his pants was unbearable. Sweat ran down his face as he continued the struggle of just staying behind the camera. Pulling away from Rangiku's sweaty body, Orihime looked over at her husband and noticed his lustful expression and the tent threatening to bore a hole through his pants. Smiling at Ichigo, the young mother beckoned him with a finger. She knew Ichigo could no longer resist and wanted him to join in on the fun.

Making sure that the camera was secure on the tripod, Ichigo stepped out and joined the two women on the bed. On the laptop, unfortunately, some of the viewers became upset when they saw Ichigo since they wanted straight up girl-on-girl action, logging off.

Including one Isshin Kurosaki, who slammed his laptop shut before growling in impotent rage and putting his pants back on…

As he sat down on the edge of the bed, the two busty babes wasted no time in stripping his clothes off. "Ooooh!" Rangiku's eyes lit up like she and Orihime yanked down his underwear and she got a good look at the Substitute's manhood. He certainly pleased the female viewers on the live stream.

Sliding off the bed and settling themselves next to Ichigo's legs, the two busty ladies unclipped their bras, exposing their huge jugs to the Soul Society. The now-naked Ichigo felt what true bliss was when his wife and her best friend pressed their huge melons against his thick length, moving their titties up and down. After a few clumsy seconds, the orangette and the strawberry blonde began to find their rhythm, moving in perfect synch with each other as they gave Ichigo the best paizuri than every man watching wished they could have.

Feeling the two biggest pairs of jugs pleasure him was a feeling beyond description for the horny man. After watching the two lovely ladies getting it on in front of him, his body was primed and ready to blow a thick load. Their soft skin started to glisten from his pre-cum smearing all over their tits. "Fuck…I'm…gonna…blow…" grunted Ichigo in between pants of breath.

"Mmmmh, go ahead, Ichigo. I think your wife and I would look great covered in your thick, sticky cum." Leaning down, Rangiku gave the slickened head of his manhood a nice lick, her tongue teasing his slit as she got a good taste of his pre-cum.

"Nghh! Or-Orihime! Rangiku!" Tilting his head back, Ichigo let loose. A geyser of white cum shot out of his tip, covering their huge melons in one burst. Rangiku purred as her tits and face were painted in hot cum while Ichigo's wife licked her stained lips.

Pulling their tits away from the man's still-erect manhood, the two naked babes turned towards the camera, smiling seductively at it. Both Ichigo and the viewers watched in amazed arousal as the two women pressed their sticky titties together and licked the cum off each other's faces. Cupping her friend's ample breasts, Rangiku leaned down and licked her husband's thick spunk off of Orihime's tits before the orangette gave her the same treatment.

Standing up, Orihime winked at the camera. "Ready to see Rangiku get fucked like a slut?" she asked her viewers.

Raising an eyebrow, the lieutenant smirked. "Oh? You want me to go first?"

"Sure! This was your idea, after all."

Nodding in understanding, the naked strawberry blonde got up off her knees and got onto the bed. Remembering that they were still putting on a show for their audience, the lieutenant got down on all fours facing the camera.

Ichigo steeled his nerves as he mounted his friend from behind. He'd never have sex with a woman while a live stream happened right in front of him. But the man was too horny to care about any of that at the moment; all he knew was he had the two most beautiful women in the world in front of him needing a good, hard fucking.

"Fuck!" Rangiku's face said it all when Ichigo pushed into her. Her sex toy was big but Ichigo was bigger. Orihime took a moment to slide off the bed and man the camera, letting the audience get a good look at her face while she took the biggest cock she'd ever received in her life. "Holy fuck! You're still the best, Ichigo! Ah! Ahhhhh!"

Gripping her tight waist, Ichigo started to pump in and out of her pussy, relishing in the soft, wet tightness of her walls trying to suck him back in even as he pulled out. This time it was her massive bubble butt that constantly jiggled as his hips smacked against it. To make matters better, every smack caused the huge anal beads to stir in her asshole, making her mouth hang open and her tongue roll out while she tried to endure the pleasure.

Reaching around, Ichigo cupped her swaying breasts, getting a chance to grope the biggest chest in the Soul Society, much to the envy of some of the viewers. Rangiku made sure that everyone could see her sex face, her sweaty body shaking with every thrust into her. Orihime licked her lips as she watched her husband fuck another woman. Her hand slid between her legs to rub her aching folds. Her free hand reached behind her to play with her butt plug. "Mmmmmh, yeah, Ichigo…fuck her…" she murmured to herself.

"Fuck! I'm coming!" Rangiku stuck out her tongue. Her pussy tightened around Ichigo's cock before she gushed, squirting around the thick cock wedged inside her. Wanting to tease her further, Ichigo reached down and gave the ring sticking out of her asshole a slight tug, making her anal beads shift inside her. "Kyaaaa!" Just feeling the beads move around in her ass enhanced her orgasm.

Unable to handle such tightness to his cock, Ichigo pulled out of Rangiku's squirting hole. Gripping her hips, Ichigo flipped the gushing lieutenant over and straddled her chest, stroking his cock vigorously while aiming it at her face. "Nghhh! Fuck! Fuck!" He let out a deep groan before he came all over Rangiku's face, the woman giving a slutty smile and sticking out her tongue to taste a few stray ropes of cum as her face was covered.

Sweat rolling down his back, Ichigo got off of the strawberry blonde and took a deep breath to let his hot body cool down. His reprieve was short lived when he felt the bed dip next to him and turned to see his sexy wife crawling towards him. "My turn. Let's end the show with a bang, Ichigo."

Putting her hands on her husband's shoulders, Orihime gently pushed him onto his back. Straddling his lap, the orangette MILF turned towards the camera and gave her viewers a wink. Putting her hands on Ichigo's thighs to steady herself, Orihime lowered herself down onto her husband's cock. "Ah! Yes! Ah! I love it!"

Using her powers after giving birth to her precious baby boy, Orihime had rejected any damage giving birth did to her womanhood and returned her pussy to its natural tightness, all the better to feel Ichigo stretch her again and again. Her breasts bounced wildly as she found her rhythm. The bed shook from the MILF's wild bouncing, her sweaty body glistening in the room's soft light. Ichigo's strong hands gripped his wife's waist, moving his hips to match her bounces.

Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap!

Orihime couldn't remember the last time she felt this aroused. Here she was in a love hotel, having sex with her husband along with her best friend, while a bunch of people in the afterlife watched in a live stream. Nothing could have made this any better.

Or at least, she thought that before Ichigo's hand found her butt plug.

"Kya! Ahhh!" Feeling Ichigo grip the base of the plug and twist it made her lower half melt. She and Ichigo rarely dabbled with anal play so she was not used to feeling something twisting in her ass. "Nghhhh!" Her face betrayed her ecstasy, her hazel eyes rolling into the back of her head. Orihime's hands went behind her to Ichigo's stomach while she leaned back, her breasts bouncing like water balloons.

It was Rangiku's turn to man the camera while the Kurosakis fucked like crazy. "Mmmmmh yeah…" The strawberry blonde licked her lips as she watched Orihime become a goddess of sex before her eyes. This was hotter than the incident with the photoshoot and the lotion. Unlike before, the three were in full control of their actions.

Taking the camera off the tripod, Rangiku drew closer so the viewers could get a better look at the orangette's slutty face and bouncing tits. "Go ahead and come for the audience, you two," said the naked Rangiku with a dirty smile. "It's time we gave them the money shot."

The two orange-heads didn't keep the viewers waiting. "I'm coming! Ah! Ahhhhh!" Orihime showed everyone her O-face, arching her back and rolling her eyes into the back of her head while her pussy tightened and gushed around her husband's thick prick. Feeling his wife's tight pussy grow tighter, Ichigo threw his head back, letting out a manly cry of ecstasy before joining Orihime in climax. Rangiku focused the camera at Orihime's snatch as she was getting creampied, white cum leaking out of her plugged snatch.

Orihime fell back onto her husband's chest, his cock slipping out of her pussy and a trickle of his seed leaking out. Ichigo wrapped an arm underneath her breasts possessively while they cooled down. Satisfied at the scene before her, Rangiku decided it was time to wrap things up.

Setting the camera back onto its tripod, Rangiku stepped in front of it to smile for the camera. "Looks like that's it, folks. Hope ya'll had as much fun as we have. Thanks for supporting Hentaineko and Shun Shun Freaka! Ciao!"

Hitting the button, Rangiku turned off the camera, walking over to the laptop and closing it too. "Well, that was fun while it lasted. But…" Turning back to the couple on the bed, her eyes looked to Ichigo's slickened manhood. "Just because the camera's off doesn't mean we can't still keep going…"

Ichigo had a funny feeling his night was only just beginning. Orihime sat up and got off of her husband while Rangiku joined them on the bed. Sitting up, Ichigo saw the two naked ladies on all fours, presenting their plugged asses to him. Ichigo was more than willing to have some fun. Orihime was only ever up for anal sex whenever she was really in the mood.

Ichigo's hands reached for the base of Orihime's butt plug and the ring to Rangiku's anal beads. "Nghhh! Ahhhhh!" Both women started to moan while Ichigo played with their toys, turning them and pushing them slightly.

After several minutes of teasing the two, Ichigo decided it was time to get to the fun part. "Rangiku first," he said, hooking his finger around the ring sticking out of her butt.

"Nghhh!" Rangiku's mouth hung open and her arms started to shake when she felt Ichigo pull out the huge balls out of her ass. "Oh fuuuuck! Nghhh! Yes!" She endured a mini-orgasm when Ichigo pulled out the back half of the string all at once, her ass quivering from being emptied.

Because she was in a Gigai, Rangiku's bottom was surprisingly clean. Tossing the anal beads to the floor, Ichigo put his hands on her hips and laid her down on her side. Grabbing the bottle of lube, Ichigo coated his cock until he was ready to go. Spooning her from behind, Ichigo lifted her leg and pushed his tip against her entrance. Thanks to the lubed-up beads, Rangiku easily took in his cock. However, she was still a howling mess of a woman by the time she'd taken every inch of his huge manhood up her ass.

"AH! OH FUCK! FUCK! Ahhh!" Every deep plunge made Rangiku howl. She'd been in the mood but had been unprepared for Ichigo's size, her ass stretching to its limit. "Yes! Fuck me!" she shouted in between moans.

Lying on her side, Orihime watched her husband fuck Rangiku senseless, his hand reaching around her to cup her breast. Rangiku turned her head to let the man silence her with a sloppy kiss, her fingers reaching down to slide in and out of her pussy. Orihime continued to watch the pair fuck, her ears ringing with the sound of slapping skin. Her hand reached behind her to play with the toy in her butt while she rubbed her legs together.

Rangiku was nothing more than a climaxing mess. Ichigo was so deep in her ass it felt like he was reaching her guts. "Fuuuuuck! Nghhhhhh! Ichigooooooo!" she slurred in between squirts.

Her hot, tight ass continuously clenching around him, Ichigo hugged Rangiku tightly before giving a few more thrusts, his balls tightening as they readied to deliver their payload. Turning Rangiku's head, Ichigo devoured her lips in another sloppy kiss before letting loose, his cock painting her inner walls white.

Pulling out of her ass, Ichigo laid her down onto her back to rest before leaning against the bed's headboard. Grabbing a rag, Ichigo cleaned up his cock before his wife pounced onto his lap. The pair giggled while the hugged each other, Orihime's breasts pressing against her husband's chest as they made out. Gripping her curvy waist, Ichigo lowered his wife back down onto his cock, her womanhood eagerly embracing him again.

"Ichigo! Ah! Yes! I love it!"

"Orihime! Fuck! Ah!"

The two looked at each other lovingly while they fucked. Ichigo's hands went from her waist to her ass, squeezing her juicy cheeks. However, the two were taken aback when Rangiku suddenly appeared behind Orihime, a dirty smirk on her face. "Mind if I join in?"

"Sure Rangik-UUUUUUUUUUU!" Orihime howled when Rangiku grabbed the base of her butt plug and unceremoniously pulled it out all at once, her hole twitching and gaping now that it was emptied. Ichigo hissed from feeling his wife's pussy tighten around him from the action. "Fuck! What was that for?" Orihime demanded.

"Well it'd kinda be hard to fuck your ass if it's still plugged up," said the smirking lieutenant while lubing up the strap-on dildo attached to her groin. Putting her hands on Orihime's waist while Ichigo spread her cheeks, the strawberry blonde pressed the tip of her toy against her back door and slid into her.

"Nghhhh! Fuck!" Orihime's teeth clenched when she felt her best friend's toy slide into her asshole. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this full before. After a few seconds of weak thrusting, Rangiku joined Ichigo in being balls deep inside the orangette. The young mother clung to her husband while the two started to move. "Kyaaa! Fuck! My ass is on fire!" she cried out.

The bed shook while the two Soul Reapers reshaped Orihime's holes. Ichigo couldn't stop staring at his wife's face as it twisted from pained pleasure, her asshole easily yielding to the lieutenant's toy. Rangiku turned her head to silence the howling orangette with a deep kiss, Orihime arching her back in response.

Seeing her tits jiggle in front of him, Ichigo buried his face in them, enjoying the softness along with her pussy continuously tightening around him every time Rangiku's toy reached the deepest parts of her ass.

Rangiku pulled away from Orihime's lips and quickened her pace, moaning as the strap-on's harness rubbed against her sensitive pussy. "Fuck! Ah! I'm gonna come again!" she finally moaned, her huge, jiggling titties rubbing against Orihime's bare, sweaty back.

"Ngh! Gonna blow!" grunted an equally worn-out Ichigo, thrusting up into his wife's snatch at an erratic pace.

With the two fucking her holes at an irregular pace, Orihime let out a silent scream from feeling the biggest orgasm of her life. Her holes tightened around the two thick cocks inside her before she drenched her husband's lap with her juices. Ichigo quickly followed her into climax, pumping her even more of his baby batter while Rangiku threw her head back and howled as she soaked the inside of her harness.

Spent and worn out, the two Soul Reapers quickly pulled out of the dazed and fucked-silly Orihime. Rangiku untied the strap-on and tossed the sex toy to the floor before she snuggled with Ichigo on his unoccupied side. "Now this was a great night," said the woman as she pressed herself against Ichigo's naked body.

Giggling, Orihime nodded. "Yeah. This was pretty fun!" She gave her husband a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for the help tonight, Ichigo."

"No problem, Orihime. That was kinkier than I thought."

"So…" Rangiku traced invisible circles on the man's chest while smiling. "Any chance you want to join us for another live stream in the near future?"

Laughing, Ichigo reached around and squeezed the two ladies asses before smiling.

"I wouldn't be opposed to it."

The End