Blacked By A Toxic Futanari In America
uspmn
Summary:
Orihime is invited by Rangiku to a girl's trip in America, where she will introduce her to her friend, Zoe – a tall, lean black woman who has immense interest in her. Zoe is a very carefree person, has an odd relationship with Rangiku, and a massive bulge in her pants...
NTR, Corruption, Futanari, Dubcon, Rough Sex, Dom/Sub, BBC, Interracial, Raceplay, Anal, Funny(?).
All characters 18.
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Chapter 1: Cumming To America
Chapter Text
"Ghlrgh ! Bhlrgh ! Shlrrp !" Rangiku's throat hurt from relentless scraping.
"Shlurrrp ! Bhlurgh ! Ghlurgh !" How long had she been lying face-up with her head hanging off the edge of the bed, forced to endure a MASSIVE black cock's FURIOUS impalements all the way to her upper chest, bulging through her skin?
"Bhlurgh ! Ghhlrgh ! Bhlorgh !" It was difficult to know for sure. Keeping track of time was not feasible when so many of her senses were compromised.
All she could see were the heavy, low-hanging balls repeatedly battering against her forehead, eyes, and nose.
All she could hear were her own gurgles and the squelching of her saliva-drenched lips and throat being mercilessly gouged.
All she could feel was the GIGANTIC black cock stretching her tight throat out and prying her sore jaw wide open.
All she could smell was the mind-numbing odor of musk, precum, and semen mixed with her saliva, tears, and sweat.
All she could taste were sex juices.
All of Rangiku's fight-honed senses were enthralled in savoring the experience of having her face brutally skullfucked for 30 minutes without pause. Her long blonde hair was a mess of sweat, semen, tears, and spit, much like her entire expression, which was red from lack of air.
The skullfucking did not last forever. The hung, throbbing black cock had a far greater preference for another part of her body.
Her enormous round tits.
Without changing positions, Rangiku squished her breasts tightly with her fists to form a fuckable tithole for the cock to masturbate itself with.
"Shlrrrrp… ! Shluuurp… !" All the while, she licked the huge cock's underside as it rammed back and forth right above her face; The heavy balls continued to hit her forehead, coating it with spit.
The experience of rough oral pounding had occurred many times throughout the past several weeks. 'She loves fucking my tits so much that we didn't even change positions…! I need to keep myself ready in case she wants to start fucking my face again…! It smells so good… ! I want her to cum so much… ! Breathe, breathe…! Don't pass out…!'
Even though her throat was no longer being mauled, Rangiku still had trouble catching her breath due to the SUFFOCATING musk coming from the huge balls and saliva-coated cock'S underside. Inside the room of that tiny apartment, it would be no surprise if she lost consciousness while her tithole got inhumanely fucked like a masturbation hole.
She did not mind it whatsoever.
Being oxygen-deprived was good.
…It meant her body automatically breathed erratically, taking in lots and lots of the wonderful scent of filthy musk…
If asked a few weeks ago, Rangiku would never have described herself as a masochistic or submissive woman; Only as a size queen who loved black cocks.
Now, though…
'Please bite my tits… ! Please slap my tits… ! Please choke me out… ! Use my body in lots of rough ways… ! Use my body to cuuum… !!!' …She could not describe herself any other way.
That said, Rangiku probably was no masochist or submissive.
…She just liked pleasing the person fucking her…
"Shluuurp ! Shlrrrrrrp !" That was why she so intently slobbered all over the massive black cock's veiny underside while fisting her tits in place to be aggressively fucked.
Nothing made her happier than making that hard cock ejaculate.
She wanted that moment to arrive as fast as-
"NGHHM ?!" Rangiku quaked from having her tits suddenly grabbed - HARSHLY. 'She's thrusting harder too…! Her cock's trying to thrash out of my cleavage! She's about to cum… ! Aaaah, I wish she'd bust in my throat this time, but it's okay…! I'll make it shoot lots…!' She squeezed her tits even harder to keep the slippery black penis restrained inside her cleavagehole.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
The friction of the veiny, massive cock against her spit-and-cum-wet chest made for squelching so loud that she could no longer hear her own thoughts.
PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!
If the friction were not loud enough, there was also the sound of the heavy balls SLAMMING her face during the frenzied moment of near-ejaculation.
Pleasant sounds. Rangiku loved them, feeling tingly and stimulated from knowing that her body had such an effect on the cock she worshipped so badly.
That said, there was a far more interesting audible stimulus she focused on.
"Grrr…! Khhh…! Nghh…!" The cock owner's gruffy groans, caused by heavy breathing and abdominal contractions.
'She's so into it…! She loves my body…! She's gonna bust a huge one…! Aaah… ! I want this cock in my pussy… ! Please fuck me toniiiight… !'
Rangiku immersed herself in slurping and licking the spit-bubble-covered underside for the next several seconds, happily enduring the repeated striking of her forehead and abuse of her tits – the cock owner's hands not only grabbed them but also sank fingers deep into them, playing with their soft, fleshy shape.
And then, the grand moment.
PLOP!
Full darkness.
The cock stopped thrusting. The heavy balls dug into Rangiku's face and remained there, fully obstructing her breathing and sight, making for a messy, sticky swamp of spit bubbles.
"KHHH…! GRRR…!" The cock owner's groans evolved into full-on animalistic roars; Her entire body shook and spasmed.
For a few seconds, Rangiku remained perfectly still, moving only her tongue to provide whatever little stimulation and adoration she could. "Shlrrrrp … Shluuurp …" There was great pleasure in feeling the rugged black balls against her tongue; Moreover, being suffocated by HEAVY musk was a whole other level of heavenly sexual pleasure for her.
Eventually…
"KHHH! FUCK! NGHHH!" …The cock owner began blasting semen all over Rangiku's thick figure.
Her tits; Midsection; Legs; The bed. All of it was coated with thick jets of creamy semen. Even though the cock was restrained inside Rangiku's immense cleavage, its expansive length made it so the tip – and plenty of meaty, veiny shaft – rested outside her tit-valley. Moreover, it had more than enough thrashing and shooting power to spray cum in a variety of locations.
Rangiku was happy to feel the hot fluids on her skin.
…She was also sad she did not get to feel the cock flailing inside her throat…
Nevertheless…
'Nghh ! Aaaah… ! Some shots landed on my slit… ! It's sooo hot… ! I hope it slides inside me… !' …She quickly forgot her sadness.
There was no room to be sad when she was orgasming so strongly. Rangiku's legs shook and jerked from the mere feeling of hot sperm landing on her pussy lips.
"Mnghhhhh… ! Shlrrrrrp… !"
"Woooooh! Fuck, that was a BIG one!" The cock owner exclaimed. "Hm…? Are you nutting, Ran? Just from getting your tits fucked…? Oh. Is it because I got some black nut on your White pussy?"
"Ghnnmm … Shluuuurp …" Rangiku could not answer, still with her face buried into the cock owner's enormous balls. 'This musk is the best…! I love the taste of these filthy balls…! I wanna eat them up…!'
"That makes you a huge White slut. Do you know that? But I guess everyone knows you're a huge slut when you go around with these huge knockers, don't they? Everyone looks at you and thinks you're a snowbunny whore…"
"Shlrrrrrp … Nghhhhm …"
"Hey… Are you not gonna answer me? You're just gonna keep sucking and licking my balls? I feel used. You know I like talking, don't you? What kind of friendship is this where I do all the talking and you don't even contribute, Ran…?"
"Mnghhhm … Shloooorp …" Rangiku continued to nibble, lick, and suck.
She truly did not care if she passed out; Moreover, she could not even tell if she was close to passing out.
…The feeling of intense immersion she got with that person could not be replicated anyhow else…
…It made her so happy…
…Her heart pounded so excitedly…
"Hey, hey…" The cock and balls pulled back from Rangiku's face, finally letting her breathe and see again. "…Are you really just gonna leave me talking to myself?"
Their eyes met, accompanied by the peripheral sight of the heavy, hard cock dribbling cum and spit from its expansive, curved 12-inch length of thick, weighty, veiny meat.
"Nghhhh… !" Rangiku came again from being looked at.
Not just looked at; Looked DOWN on.
…Judged by cold, merciless, black eyes filled with unrepentant lust…
Zoe was a 6'1, 20-years-old black woman with shoulder-length black curly hair, which she often styled in various ways – some streaks had been dyed dark purple; Right now, she had a side-ponytail on the left side of her head while the right side remained loose and messy – as her hair generally was. An interesting feature of her face was her black eyebrows, which were naturally thick.
Not only was Zoe a tall woman, but also an athletic one, sporting a lean physique with developed six-pack abs. Even so, she did not look masculine whatsoever, carrying a curvy figure thanks to her thick thighs, round bubble ass, and firm C-cup breasts.
Her main highlight was not her athletic figure but the appendage between her legs.
A GIGANTIC black penis covered in veins, with a GIGANTIC set of hard, round, cum-full balls attached to its base.
Zoe was a woman but had a far more powerful sexual tool than any other man Rangiku had ever slept with.
…And she used it mercilessly…
'Ah… Gorgeous …' Rangiku admired Zoe's smelly, wet black cock with a cum-drunk smile, burning red from arousal. 'It's dripping with spit and cum … Her balls too … I don't think she showered a single time these last few days … I wanna lick her nasty cock clean… !' She sniffed and sniffed, drowning her senses in pervasive, dirty musk.
"Tch. You're pretty selfish for a friend." Zoe complained with a cold voice and condescending gaze – the latter accompanied by bags under her eyes due to poor sleep.
Nonetheless, there was nothing cold about Zoe.
She was a scalding-hot woman.
That was why she could so easily stare at Rangiku with a chilling expression…
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"MNGHHHHHHHHHH !!!" …And STRIKE her wet pussy with an open palm multiple times, hitting so harshly that the impacts echoed throughout the small apartment. "Nghhhhh ! Sorry… ! FUCK! You're too mean to me! Have some respect, would you?! You can't just choke me with your balls and expect me to be all there!"
"Haaaah?! Don't talk back to me when I have my dick out. You're just a cockhole right now, aren't you?"
SMACK! SMACK!
"GHNNN !" The next strikes were on her left tit.
SMACK! SMACK!
"UNGHHH !" Then, her right tit.
SMACK! SMACK!
"OOOOOH !" Then, a couple more on her pussy lips, splashing away the cum that had sprayed there earlier.
…And some pussy juice too, since she came from the rough stimulation…
"Hah … Hah … Are you trying to kill me?!"
"Geez, you don't learn your lesson, do you?"
"W-wait-"
SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!
"NGHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH !!!" Rangiku's back arched as her hips thrust in the air from her having her chest and pussy mauled, squirting from the cruel abuse; An extensive, explosive jet of female juices blasted far into the room, smearing the wall.
It was the same spot she had squirted on several times in the past weeks.
Zoe had not cleaned it… Nor would she, most likely letting it dry up like so many spots in that dirty apartment.
…That was why it reeked of sex 24/7…
"See? Why complain if you like it?" Zoe asked.
"Hah … Hah … Who says… I like it…?"
"The fact you keep hanging out with me and begging for more. You're a dirty little snowbunny who wants to be brought down a peg by someone more dominant than you, aren't you?
Rangiku laughed with difficulty, still trembling from the powerful orgasm. "Maybe I just like your fat black cock."
Zoe grumbled, coldly staring at her.
…
"Maybe you're just a BBC slut then! You're funny, Ran! Haha!" Her face changed in a flash, now energetic and giddy from being amused by her response.
Zoe was the type of woman who wore her emotions on her sleeve, never hiding what she felt or thought.
Rangiku had only known her for a few weeks. In that short period, she saw Zoe flip from one emotional range to another many, many times. 'To think I'd spend so much time with a girl I met at a bar in America…'
With nothing interesting going on in Soul Society, Rangiku devoted her time to enjoying life in the human world.
For a woman like her, that meant drinking eagerly every day and pursuing casual sex. In the past few years, Rangiku had slept with a different person almost every day; Many times, multiple different people in a single day – sometimes, at the same time.
Never women; Almost always black men with beefy bodies and huge cocks. She learned very early on that black men were the most masculine, attractive, and sexually able of male humans, so she devoted her sex life exclusively to being pummeled by them.
Even so, she had rarely slept with the same male more than once.
…And now she found herself getting fucked stupid by a woman every single day for over six weeks…
'Black humans have the biggest, juiciest cocks and strongest, most masculine bodies. There's no point fucking any other type of man if you can get stretched by a thick 9 or 10-incher… White guys can barely make me feel a thing, and don't get me started on the others. Getting filled up by black penises is the only sexual experience worth devoting any energy into.'
Indeed, sex with black men was amazing.
…And with Zoe, everything was in a whole other league…
It was not that Zoe had the biggest black cock she had ever fucked, nor that she fucked the best and roughest of everyone she had ever met, nor that she was a woman born with a penis – something rare in and of itself. These traits certainly conferred her immense sex appeal, and Rangiku loved that, but they were not the main thing making Rangiku lust so much for her.
Rather, it was because of how unique Zoe was compared to her human peers.
"By the way, I think we're gonna stop hanging out starting tomorrow, okay?"
"Huh? What?" Rangiku was caught off-guard. "But… You're always saying I'm the best fuck you've ever had because I'm the only one who can keep up with you in bed."
"Oh, yeah, you totally are. I mean look at my dick." Zoe casually cock-slapped her face multiple times. "Rock-hard. I mean, it's always hard, but it feels harder with you. And I know you can keep taking it! Way more than any other girl I've ever screwed."
"So why?" Rangiku got up from her face-up lying position into a kneeling position to better face Zoe.
"Because I'm tired of fucking you. I'm gonna bring some other girls over tomorrow. You're not invited, okay? Ah, but I'm not mad or anything, and I might call you to fuck some other time, just not for a while. You get it, don't you?"
"No, I don't get it…!"
Zoe closed her eyes and grinned wide – far too friendly of a face for someone saying such a horrible thing. "Okay! You don't need to get it, though, because it's my decision."
"H-hang on…! This is out of nowhere…!"
"And? When we met, I had been fucking this Latina MILF who had five kids and had been married for 15 years. I fucked the shit out of her in front of her husband, wrecked their family apart, and then stopped seeing her after I met you. She still texts me begging for dick all the time. These things come and go. No need to make a big fuss out of it, right? Life moves on."
"It's still out of nowhere!"
"So? Don't you know how I am by now? Aaaaah, I'm excited!" She circled around the small bed, pushing Rangiku to the side to make room to lie on her back with hands behind her head. "I can't wait to find out what sort of pussies I'm gonna nut into tomorrow…!"
"Heh? You don't even have other girls to fuck yet?!"
"Duuuh! I'm gonna find them tomorrow! How I found you. That's just how life is, isn't it? Haha! Maybe I'll take a shower tomorrow… Do you think it'll get in my way if I'm a bit smelly to hit on college girls? I think not, but I don't know… Three days without showering is rough. I just don't wanna drive the water bill up, 'cuz then I gotta find someone to pay it for me… Aaaaah, society is rough on me!"
"…" Rangiku observed Zoe with parted lips, baffled.
"Hm? Don't look at me that way. Even hot White chicks get a little tiring, right? I'm all for filling White babes like you with my nut, but I gotta cycle you out and bring some other meat over. Spread the black seed, right? Right?!" Again, she smiled in the friendliest of ways and spoke in the giddiness of tones despite the words coming out of her mouth.
"I didn't know you had a pregnancy fetish..."
"Huh? I don't really care about knocking anyone up. Don't really mind if I do, though. That's their problem to deal with, right? I just wanna stick it in lots of different tight pussies and cream them all over. It's a little like a video game, I guess? You know I 100% every game, right?"
"I don't even know what that means…"
"Aaaaah, that's just like you, Ran! That's why I like you!"
"…Because I don't know anything about video games?"
"No! Because whenever you talk, I have nice tits to look at! I love those things! Hey, come give me a boobjob. Make tonight count, okay? If you work really hard, you might make me miss you if the next girl I bring to poundtown doesn't have huge jugs like you."
Rangiku blushed slightly. "Uhm… Couldn't you maybe fuck my pussy a little tonight then? And shoot inside me too… If we're not going to do me anymore, I'd like one round at least-"
"Hah?" Zoe's giddy expression and voice changed back to a cold, menacing one. "…What's with being so demanding? What kind of shitty friend are you?"
"I-I've been blowing you and titjobbing every day. My pussy also needs some-"
"Needs what? Didn't you enjoy milking me with your tits? I saw you cum. Or are we only friends if I shove it in you? Don't I have the right to shove it in only when I want? Are you saying our friendship is purely transactional? If Zoe doesn't give your womb a cock-beatdown, you don't like Zoe? Zoe loves tits, but Zoe only gets tits when she trades for it?"
Rangiku frowned, gritting her teeth. "Tch…! Don't come at me with that manipulative guilt-tripping shit! I'm not one of the stupid airheads you fuck, you asshole!"
"Hah…?" Zoe slowly raised her torso into a sitting position. "Why are you saying such mean things about me? Aren't we friends?"
She was taller and bigger than Rangiku.
That should not have been intimidating whatsoever; Zoe was a mere human.
Yet, the way she looked at her had an instant effect on her attitude. "W-well, it's just…"
"Just what?"
…
It was just that Rangiku felt uncontrollably drawn to Zoe and did not want her to abandon or stop liking her. That was why she had so much control over her.
…Zoe probably had that same control over a great many other women…
'Tch… Why do I care what she thinks of me? I should be the one ditching her ass.' Rangiku had trouble understanding her own feelings; That said, it was impossible to ignore them.
She wanted Zoe to keep her around at all costs. The emotional satisfaction she felt from pleasing her was unlike any other, scratching an itch in her heart that she did not know existed before meeting her.
"Nothing. Whatever. Just quit being a jerk." Rangiku skillfully fixed her expression and demeanor to not show weakness or pain, speaking while gesturing with her hands to make it all feel more casual and unimportant.
"Aaaah, that's why I like you, Ran! You're just like me, aren't you? Aren't you?" Zoe changed again.
Again and again, and again and again.
She changed all the time, but Rangiku's feelings for her remained ever the same.
Zoe lied back down, sighing. "Man, I think I want an Asian chick next."
"Since when?"
"Like, since right now." Zoe was an impulsive woman. "I literally just came up with that. I want an Asian chick! Like… Like a real Asian one! Not the fake shit born in America! A Japanese chick who eats real sushi and I can practice my Japanese with. Ooooh, man, if she had broken English that'd be even better…!"
"I'm a little Asian, you know?"
"Yeah, okay."
…Rangiku's Asian heritage was barely present in her appearance.
"Why do you even want a Japanese girl anyway…?"
"Because it sounds cool, doesn't it? I love watching anime, but the girls in those shows are all parodies! I wanna meet a real one and see what she's like! Like… A really conservative, prudish one…! Yeah, one of those! Ah, that'd be so awesome…!"
"And then you'll run through her until she's a torn cum rag?"
"Yeah, yeah! I'll make her go from prudish to suuuper whore-ish by stuffing her with lots and lots of cum! Make her a real blacked slut. Like you! Ah, but you were already kinda blacked before I met you… Well, it's all good! Haha!" Zoe spoke childishly and casually about her irrational, immoral desires.
…While her erect, curved monster cock throbbed and jerked from thinking about it, oozing precum in anticipation of a dream she could not achieve.
"I don't have money to go to Japan… Uugh… Maybe I can find a rich woman to give me some… But I feel like I'll spend it all in Gacha. By the way, I didn't eat anything today because I got distracted fucking you, so that means I'm gonna wake up really hungry tomorrow. I hope I can come up with a breakfast solution quickly… Or maybe I have some leftover snacks in one of the bags around the apartment? I'm too lazy to scavenge… Man, I just wanna play video games and fuck pussies… Ugh… Society is so mean to me… Can't someone just bring me food for free every day so I can peacefully do my stuff…?"
Rangiku silently observed as Zoe ranted about life like an incautious brat.
Trudging through life was normal for Rangiku, who was a Soul Reaper. Basic things such as eating were entirely recreational to someone like her, who had a long, long lifespan. That was why she enjoyed living so carefreely and carelessly, not bound by expectations or rules – though still with a moral compass.
That sort of behavior should not have been normal for Zoe, who was a human living in a human society with human norms and expectations. The fact she so easily and irresponsibly disregarded those and lived her own way was unique and interesting.
…Rangiku felt inexplicably drawn to her…
'She's going to discard me like she does every woman. This is disappointing… I wish we could keep having fun… If only there was something I could do…'
…
'Wait…' Rangiku had a crazy idea.
"Hm? Why are you making that face, Ran? You're not gonna cry, are you? That'd be annoying, so don't do it. I haaaate when White bitches get emotional. Don't make me dick-choke you out."
Rangiku shoved her phone in Zoe's face. "What do you think about this girl?!"
Zoe stared at it for a few seconds before saying anything. "Woah… She's pretty…! Look at those tits! She's Asian, isn't she?! Who is she?!"
"A friend of mine." Rangiku arrogantly threw her hair to the side. "I could bring her- H-hey…"
Zoe stole her phone and obsessively scrolled down without blinking, fully ignoring Rangiku's existence.
"I-I was gonna say I can bring-…"
"Shh. I'm looking."
"O-okay…"
"This girl's amazing… Woah… I really wanna fuck those tits… And see her cute face twisting from cumming…"
"…"
"Ran? What are you doing?"
"What? Me? Nothing."
"Yeah… You're doing *nothing*." Zoe said with a menacing glare and voice.
Her cock throbbed, oozing MUCH thicker precum than usual.
Rangiku glowered. "Tch. If you want me to suck you off, shouldn't you at least be nice and ask me to? You're way too young to talk to me that way. Learn some manners, brat."
"…"
"…"
"Yeah, yeah, you're so right!" Zoe grinned. "Ran, Ran, please give me a really sloppy, nasty blowjob! Add some booba there too, okay? Make me nut real good, the way only you know how."
"Ah… Uhm…" Rangiku was caught off-guard, blushing. "Well… Fine, then. If you insist. Hmph!"
"Cool, cool! And…" Her voice and face changed again. "…Don't stop until I tell you to."
THUMP-THUMP!
THUMP-THUMP!
THUMP-THUMP!
'Ah… This woman… The way I feel around her …'
Rangiku could not help it, willing to do anything to spend more time around Zoe.
Even if it meant…
SQUELCH…! SQUELCH…! SQUELCH…!
"Shluuurp ... Ghlurgh… ! Bhlurgh… !" …Servicing her while she stared at another woman's uneventful photos instead of at her naked, present self.
"Fuck… This chick is so hot…! I really wanna meet her…! Stick it in her…! Turn her into a whore …! Look at these tits! Huuuuge…! Her face is so pretty too…! What does she sound like getting pounded…? So sexy…! You think she'd say some racial slurs if I mushed her brain up? How much do you think her cute face contorts if she starts squirting? I bet she's never had real meat inside her… I wanna make her choke out on my dick…! Oooh, do you think she'd get tats and shoot some drugs if I riled her up? I wanna give her an extra-American experience…! Hot…!" Zoe spent the entire night scrolling and praising a girl she had never met.
"Ghlrgh… ! Bhlrgh… !" …While Rangiku remained available between her legs, blowing and milking her with her huge tits, ready to swallow cum produced via lust for a woman that was not even there.
It was humiliating.
"Shlrrrrp… ! Ghlurgh… !" …But Rangiku would not stop, even after Zoe fell asleep.
She did not tell her to.
Orihime hid in the bathroom, struggling with her online investigation on her phone.
'S-so this is a blowjob, hm…? It's so much dirtier than a handjob… Ah, what is this… Boobjob? Oh… Women use their chests for this sort of thing? I never imagined… Huh…? Rimjob…? What does that mean…? G-gross…! Gross! But it's a little interesting too, isn't it…?' She nibbled her index finger while trying to learn as much as she could about sex without telling anyone; Not even Ichigo, her husband.
Their sex life was not good.
From the beginning of their three-year-long marriage, Orihime felt their sex life was mediocre. However, because everyone called her beautiful and Ichigo never said anything, she thought it was merely a mistaken assumption on her end.
For her, sex once a week was normal and healthy. Orihime felt close to Ichigo and enjoyed being embraced by him for a few minutes, even orgasming at times. Cuddling afterward was even better.
Then, a few days ago, she secretly saw Ichigo watching porn on the computer.
On its own, she found it gross and would have brought it up… If not for the fact they had failed to have sex earlier that same day because Ichigo could not get hard.
For porn, he got hard. For her, he did not.
'It must be my fault. I must be doing something wrong… If he can get hard for women on a screen, he should be able to get hard for me too, right? Maybe… Maybe he got bored with me because I'm bad at sex…!'
Ichigo did not know that she saw him, which meant she got to keep it a secret.
At first, she found it convenient, thinking she could avoid an awkward conversation and figure things out on her own.
Eventually, she realized it was more bad luck than anything.
'All these things are so dirty… Can't we just hug in bed and have sex…? No, but maybe he wants these things… The women in the videos he watched were doing some of these when I peeked… So, if he likes it, I should do it… Blowjobs and handjobs… M-m-maybe rimjobs… Boobjos too… But… They're dirty, vulgar women. Does he want me to be like that too…?'
…
'What would it be like to give him a handjob...? Feeling my hand running up and down along his penis... Or sucking it in my mouth... Maybe I'd lick it a little bit first...' She slowly licked the air. 'The taste must be interesting right...? I'm curious...'
…
A mysterious heat rose between her legs, leading her to panic and stop. 'H-he wouldn't want me to bring these things up!'
It was impossible.
Ichigo loved and married an innocent, puritan Orihime. Opening her mouth in a direction opposite to that perception could permanently harm his perception of her.
…Orihime could not behave outside the pressure of his implied expectations for her…
'What do I do? I wish I could freely talk about this with Ichigo. I feel caged inside my own head… If I open my mouth, it's like I'll be destroyed…! Why is it so scary…?'
KNOCK-KNOCK!
"Orihime? You're in there, right?" Ichigo asked from outside the bathroom.
"Heh? Ah, yeah!" Orihime closed every tab on her phone screen, feeling as guilty as if she had committed an awful atrocity. "I'll come out in a second!"
"No, don't sweat it. I just wanted to let you know Rangiku is already here. We're waiting for you."
"Okay, thanks!"
Orihime gave up and conformed.
"You've been spending time in America and want Orihime to join you for a girl's trip?!" Ichigo exclaimed.
"That is exactly what I said word for word, yeah! Woooooooh, this is the stuff!" Rangiku slammed the mug on the low table. "Waitress, waitress, another of the heavy stuff!"
"There's no waitress. Or mug. It's me. And it's a beer. And it's a normal glass." Orihime gave Rangiku another beer.
Within 30 minutes, she got significantly inebriated.
Rangiku Matsumoto was a 5'7 White woman with long, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a beauty mark under the right side of her mouth. Though she was a strong Soul Reaper – a lieutenant – her main physical highlight was not muscularity but the curviness of her figure: She had breasts so enormous and firm that their round shape was almost always perfectly delineated inside whatever top she wore – slim fit or loose. Moreover, her hips were equally wide and her legs and ass equally meaty.
Orihime Kurosaki – formerly Inoue – was a young Asian woman with 5'4 of height. She had brown eyes and long, waist-length orange hair with bangs tucked behind her ears via hairpins. Her physical figure shared similarities with Rangiku's; Namely, her chest, which was even bigger and rounder than hers, not losing whatsoever in terms of firmness. Because of her short stature, her huge breasts looked even more prominent and obscene. Unlike Rangiku, she was not as thick on the rest of her body, carrying a slimmer figure in terms of hips, legs, and ass.
Though their shared physical similarities and were close friends, their personalities could not be more different.
"You gotta come to America with me, Orihimeeeee! It's gonna be fun! Just us girls for a nice trip!"
"I can't just go out of nowhere."
"Yeah, you can, you can! You're a young woman! You gotta enjoy life!"
"Don't talk like I'm a single woman! I'm married! Married!" She looked at Ichigo, shaking her fists up and down in front of her chest. "I'm married!"
"I know?! I'm your husband!"
"Who caaaaares! Come with me, Orihimeeee! * Buuurp! *"
"It's not that simple either! Traveling to America is expensive. And my English isn't too good."
"It's okay, It's okay!" Rangiku grinned wide. "I got that part figured out. I even hooked us up with a place to stay!"
"You did?"
"Yuuuup! With a friend! An AMERICAN friend? See?! Everyone's favorite lieutenant has connections all over the globe."
Ichigo cut in. "Rangiku. I'm not gonna let you take Orihime to-"
"My friend is a giiiiiiirl, not a boy!"
"Oh, nevermind, do whatever you want." Ichigo got back to eating-
"Ichigoooo?! You don't trust me if it's a boy?!"
"I never said that! I just don't trust the men Rangiku hangs out with!"
Rangiku mean-stared at him. "Haaaaaah?! What's wrong with the sexy boys I hang out with, huuuuuuh?! They'd love Orihime! Black boys love busty girls!"
"That's exactly the problem!"
"I didn't know you hung out with black men, Rangiku." Orihime noted.
"Hm? Ah…" Rangiku calmed down. "…Those are the *only* kinds of guys I hang out with."
"Heh? Why…? Could it be that you like rap music?"
Rangiku smirked. "I like huge things about them … But I can't explain what in front of your husband-"
"Sh-shut up, Rangiku! Shut up!" Ichigo cut her off.
"Wha-? I'm curious now, what is the huge thing she's talking about?" Orihime insisted.
"O-Orihime, you don't want to know. Rangiku is a dirty woman, don't take her seriously, okay?"
"Ah…" Orihime looked into Ichigo's eyes.
There was that pressure again.
She would not be liked as much if she behaved outside expectations.
…It would destroy her to break out…
"You're right, Ichigo. Thank you." Orihime smiled with a head tilt.
"Hey, heeeeey! Don't tell me to shut up! Do you know my rank in Soul Society?! I'm the shit!"
"If you're the shit, what the hell is that bruise on your forehead? Huh?! And did you put makeup on your neck? Why?"
"D-d-don't talk about those! Hey, waitreeeeeeeeeeeeeess! I want…"
It was a chaotic dinner.
Eventually, things calmed down just enough for a proper conversation to be held.
"Listen, Orihime. I'd really like you to come." Rangiku asked her again.
"But still…"
"Seriously, seriously." Rangiku leaned forward on the table; Her breasts rested on it due to their sheer mass and weight. "My friend wants to meet you. It'll be fun!"
"She wants to meet me?"
"Yes! I told her a little bit about you, and she reeeeally loves you! She wants to meet you so bad! Come on!"
"But why?"
"She's, uhm…" Rangiku looked to the side, blushing a little – a rarity for the energetic, headstrong woman. "…She's a weeb! She loves Japan and all that stuff! So, I told her I'd bring a real Asian gal for her to talk to. And you get to meet an American girl and improve your English and stuff. Isn't that hot stuff for you guys here in Japan? It's not a bad deal, is it? What do you say?" She smiled and nodded eagerly, hoping for a positive answer.
'Her friend wants to meet an Asian girl and is a weeb…? Then… It must be a nerdy girl, right? Hm…' She looked at Ichigo.
He did not want her to go.
"Sorry, Rangiku. I'm not interested." It was not too hard to say no; Even if Ichigo approved, she did not want to go either.
"Hah?! Really? Orihime, come on…! It'll be just us girls. Wouldn't it be fun?!"
"I'm sorry. I really don't feel like-"
"Please…!" Rangiku insisted a little more.
Right then, Orihime noticed something in Rangiku's eyes and voice.
A hint of desperation that reminded her of how she felt about her own dilemma; The sense of destruction and fear that came with the prospect of disrupting Ichigo's expectations of an innocent Orihime.
Rangiku felt like she would be destroyed if Orihime did not go.
Orihime was a highly empathetic and emotionally intelligent woman. That was why she could notice something so subtle in another's voice.
She was also a very protective and charitable woman.
"Well… Maybe… I could go a little bit."
Ichigo was surprised. "You want to, Orihime?"
"Hey, hey, don't convince her out of it!!!" Rangiku shouted. "She's a strong, independent woman! She can go if she wants tooooo!"
"I'm not trying to convince her! I just want to make sure YOU'RE not forcing her to. Annoying woman!"
"Grrrrrr…!"
Orihime grabbed Ichigo's hand. "Ichigo."
"Yeah…?"
"It's just a quick girl's trip. America isn't going to change me if you're worried. I promise."
"Wha-…? Of course I'm not worried about that. I trust you. Did you think otherwise?! I don't trust HER! But I trust you."
"Huh…" Orihime was surprised by his answer. 'Did I imagine everything? Maybe he wouldn't mind if I opened up a little bit… But I still can't find it in me to talk to Ichigo about things like handjobs or blowjobs… Or dirtier things… Why am I like this…?'
"Orihime! You're gonna love America!"
"I'm sure I will. Haha…"
"And you'll learn lots of cool stuff too! I'll teach you a lot! I promise."
"Hm? Learn…? Teach…?" Rangiku's choice of words called Orihime's attention.
…
Learn… Teach…
…
Orihime's eyes moved down to Rangiku's chest.
Her cleavage; An ever-present feature even when she wore simple t-shirts.
Rangiku was a highly confident and very sexual woman who lived carefreely day-by-day without caring about others' expectations.
'Learn! Teach!' Orihime's eyes sparkled. "Yes! Let's go to America! Aloha!"
"Alohaaaaaaaaa!"
Ichigo looked back and forth between them. "You're going to Hawaii?"
"No, why?"
"Why would you ask that?"
"…No reason."
Orihime was going to America!
Not to Hawaii, though.
"Traveling through Soul Society's Senkaimon is very convenient." Rangiku said.
"And cheap. And fast!" Orihime nodded.
The next morning, they were already in America, where it was nighttime. Rangiku wore a simple pink t-shirt and dark blue jeans. Orihime wore a loose white blouse and light blue jeans.
It only took Orihime five minutes of walking with Rangiku to realize how crazy America was. "This place is big… Traffic is wild…! And did that driver just flip that other driver off? Oh my God, that grandma on that bicycle flipped them off too…! Wait, did her DOG flip them off too?!"
"I know, right? I love this place! So noisy and messy. It's a great place for fiery gals like us, right? Right?" Rangiku pulled her in with an arm over her shoulders.
Orihime was not like Rangiku. 'The few times I've been to Tokyo, it was already too much. This place is scary…! And everyone looks my way even more than usual…' She was used to being ogled because of her massive breasts; Here, she stood out even more due to clearly being a foreigner. 'I don't understand too well what they're saying. I'm gonna have to rely on Rangiku. It should be fine, right?'
Rangiku eagerly smiled at her the whole time.
…
It was a mistake to come to America.
Orihime had come for two reasons:
Firstly, to help Rangiku. 'I don't know why it was so important to her for me to come, but I couldn't help but want to help…'
Secondly, to learn from Rangiku and talk about the topics she felt unable to at home.
Sex; Womanhood; Attraction.
A 'girl's trip' should have been perfect for that. There was no one better for that topic than Rangiku, who was a very sexual woman.
Yet, now that she was all alone with her, Orihime found herself as restricted as back in Japan.
It was not Ichigo's implied expectations that pressured her.
'Society as a whole is at fault!!!' Orihime realized the true culprit.
Raised in Japan's restrictive, traditional society made it impossible for her to act any differently. The pressure from the outside world was too great!
Being in America made it even worse! The fact everyone recognized her as a foreigner just meant there were even more expectations of her!
Rangiku did not help either! The contrast between them just made her even more self-aware!
'I shouldn't have come. I feel even worse here… Hah… Let's just power through and make it back to Japan…'
"The big city is pretty cool, right? I hope we do lots of fun stuff, Orihime."
"Yeah…"
They made their way to Rangiku's friend's building.
"She lives here…?" Orihime looked at the six-floor somewhat-downtrodden building, which seemed to have no doorman or elevator.
"Yup, yup! Don't mind the shabbiness! She doesn't have that much money."
"Heh…? Didn't you say we could count on her for the matter of money…? I thought she was… Hm… Well-off."
"Ignore that, ignore that! Let's go!"
"O-okay."
They walked up the stairs, stopping in front of a door on the fifth floor. "Okay. We're here."
"This is her apartment?"
"It's not hers, but she lives here."
"Heh? Who does it belong to, then…?"
Rangiku ignored her question. "Let's go in."
"Hey, wait…"
"Hm?"
Orihime had a bad feeling. "What-… What kind of girl is your friend?"
Rangiku thought for a few seconds. "The VERY friendly type of girl! And she loves girls like you."
"Girls like me…? What would that be? Asian girls…?"
"Pretty girls with big chests."
"Heh? Wait-"
"Come on!"
Rangiku opened the door.
Orihime's jaw dropped.
"Th-this…"
"Aaaah, it's a little bit dirty, but that's okay, right? That's just how she is!" Rangiku patted her on the back.
'A LITTLE BIT?!'
It was the messiest, dirtiest apartment Orihime had ever seen BY FAR. 'Piles of dirty clothes everywhere…! Filled-up trash bags with holes…! Empty cans of beer…! Snack bags…! Delivery food…! The bed and walls are smeared with dry-whatever-that-is…! And this smell…! Ungh…! So heavy…! Why isn't the window open to vent it out?! The lights don't work properly either…! It's so dim…!'
Over a minute passed before Orihime recovered herself from shock, leading her to take note of a curious thing. There was ONE clean spot in the apartment: A corner with a small bowl of food, a water fountain, and a litter box. 'She has a pet…? A cat?'
Soon, another thing called her attention: There were two TVs side-by-side against a wall, on the floor instead of at a stand or any such thing. One of them was turned on, with a video game currently paused. In front of that TV, there was a video game console, with one controller by it. The TV itself was a better source of light than the actual lights of the small, dirty apartment.
The last thing Orihime noted was a huge pile of dirty clothes by the center of the apartment, forming a small mountain. 'Why do so many of these clothes have wet spots on them…? And why does she have so many clothes in the first place?!'
"It's got style, right?" Rangiku gently elbowed Orihime's shoulder.
"It does?! I mean… Yes…" She went along with Rangiku's flow. 'Is this normal in America?!'
"Ah, you don't have to lie to me, Orihime! You suck at it! Hahahah!" Rangiku pulled her head against the side of her large chest, laughing. "This place is way dirtier than it should be because Zoe is a lazy bitch… Maybe you can have a good influence on her, huh? But that aside, I promise you'll like her. She's very fun to be with."
"Is she…?"
"Mm-hmm…" Rangiku looked Orihime straight in the eyes with a faint smirk. "In ways you don't even know yet."
"When you say it like that, it's a little scary, haha…"
"Don't worry, Orihime." Rangiku leaned in close, whispering with a much more evident smirk. "I'll be with you the whole way, okay? You'll love it ."
"Love… What?"
"Aaaaaah, who knows, who knows?!" Rangiku pulled back, smiling and laughing; The faint malice from a moment ago was gone. "Too bad she isn't here. Guess we'll wait. Hey, hey, maybe I can take you to this bar-"
SWOOSH!
They both looked in the direction of the sound.
'Ah…! I was right. She does have a pet."
A small cat came out from under the central pile of clothes. Its fur was a chaotic amalgamation of brown, yellow, white, and black – though the face was just black. Its eyes were yellow.
"Ah, Umi!" Rangiku played with the cat, who rubbed on her leg. "This is Umineko, her cat."
Orihime felt a little better. 'I was worried this Zoe girl might be a shady character, but she can't be too bad if she has a pet, right…?'
She relaxed-
STARE…!
There were two black eyes staring at her from behind a small gap between the clothes of the huge pile.
Orihime froze on the spot, dumbstruck.
Right below the set of eyes, there was a wide grin.
For a split second, Orihime felt like she was being stared at by a hidden monster who would jump out at any moment.
Thankfully, she was incorrect.
The only thing that jumped out was a young black woman with shoulder-length curly black hair – very messy black hair, perfectly matching her disheveled, thick eyebrows. Her face looked equally messy thanks to the large bags under her eyes and dry drool on the sides of her lips.
It must have been Rangiku's American friend, Zoe.
" Ran! How are you back already?! Did I sleep for more than a day?! Do you have a private jet?! Are you secretly rich?! Hey, hey, if you are, you gotta tell me! I'm starving here! " Zoe addressed Rangiku without looking her way; Her eyes were locked with Orihime's, smiling with her mouth open wide.
She ran toward Orihime, stopping only once they were mere inches apart. Though it was already evident that Zoe was a tall woman, it was even more noticeable from up-close. 'She's so tall…! And her arms and shoulders…'
At the moment, Zoe wore a tight-fitting black tank top with no bra underneath and loose black sweatpants, allowing Orihime to take note of much of her physique.
She was very, very lean and athletic, with plenty of visible veins running down her shoulders and arms. Her six-pack abs were visible through her tank top. Nevertheless, Zoe had a very girly face and voice. Additionally, her chest was large and her hips were wide enough to give her a feminine frame. 'It's not that she's buff… She's just so lean… But… But…'
…But when was the last time she showered?! 'She smeeeeells…! And her clothes are dirty with wet spots toooooo! And why do you have bags like that?! Don't you sleep?! Please sleep!'
Orihime did not focus on Zoe's appearance for too long, even if she was impressively fit and tall.
There was something much more relevant about her.
…She was dangerous…
Why?
It could not have been her body. Orihime was accustomed to Chad's gigantic build, after all.
It could not have been a genuine fear for her life either. Orihime had been hardened by plenty of life-and-death situations after all.
It could not have been her demeanor either. Zoe's smile and body language implied great giddiness and friendliness.
So why did she sense so much danger coming from her?
…As if Zoe would destroy her…
Was Orihime imagining things?
At that moment, she moved her eyes slightly down for no particular reason.
They landed on an impossible sight.
Her lips parted slightly and her eyes shot wide open – a social gaffe she had no control over.
How else would she react when taking note of a MASSIVE cylindrical object present within the woman's pants, bulging all the way down to her long right leg?
…
'No… Wait… I think I'm going crazy with anxiety. She's a woman, so she couldn't have that sort of thing. Y-yeah, and these are really oversized sweatpants. I wouldn't be able to see anything even if she had a penis… Unless it was… C-colossally big…'
…
'No, even then it'd be impossible… Penises this big don't exist. I've seen Ichigo have a bulge, and it's not even a third of this monster. That much disparity can't be possible. She must have something in her pocket-'
It throbbed.
Orihime's eyes widened slightly more; Her lips parted slightly more.
Her gaze moved back up to stare at Zoe.
The friendly, giddy smile was still there.
…But the eyes harbored fervent interest in her…
" My name is Zoe! It's a pleasure to meet you, Orihime-san! "
" H-hm…? Ah, Zoe… I am... Eh… Orihime. "
" Ah…! Your English is so broken! That's so cool…! "
" Hey, hey, be nice to her!" Rangiku cut in. "Orihime doesn't have good English. Didn't you want to practice your Japanese, you dolt? "
" Ah, Ran, you're so right! That's why I like you! "
" Huh? Wasn't it because she liked staring at my tits…? "
Orihime had trouble following their conversation. 'I think they're talking about my crappy English. Ugh…'
"Orihime-san. My name is Zoe. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Zoe backed off and bowed, speaking in Japanese now.
"Ah… I am Orihime… It's a pleasure to meet you. Please take care of me." Orihime bowed back. 'She's got a heavy accent, but I can understand her. So she speaks Japanese. I didn't expect that from someone so… Eh… What do I say without sounding racist? W-woah!'
Zoe got uncomfortably close again, taking Orihime's hands into hers. "Yes, yes, I'll take great care of you, I promise! Ah…" She paused for a moment, slowing her erratic pace to speak slower. "In person, you're even better than in your photos…"
"Photos…? You saw photos of me?"
"Mm-hmm… So many… I saw all I could find online." She leaned forward, bringing her face right above Orihime's. Despite the bags under her eyes implying lack of sleep, she oozed energy. "...All night."
"A-all… Night…?"
"Yes."
"Wh-… Why…?"
"Because I want to get to know you better…"
"Know me better…?"
"Yes…" The friendly, giddy smile changed ever so slightly into an ominous smirk. "…Inside-out."
"…" Orihime said nothing, stunned. By now, her mouth was open into a small O, and her eyes had no more room to widen.
There was something inexplicably dangerous about Zoe's aura.
…What was it…?
…
"Wait… You looked at photos of me all night…?"
"Mm-hmm! Mm-mhmm!" She nodded energetically, yet again smiling friendlily.
"All night…" Orihime looked down at the mysterious bulge.
…At the smelly, musky, dark spots by the tip of the cylindrical bulge.
THUMP-THUMP!
THUMP-THUMP!
THUMP-THUMP!
Her heart pounded.
By the time Orihime's eyes moved back, Zoe was no longer seeking eye contact with her. Instead, she was directly staring at her chest; At where her cleavage would be if her choice of top allowed any exposure.
"Orihime-san. You're beautiful. Let's become very close friends, okay?"
"O-okay… I'm in your care."
"Very, very close friends …"
"Y-yes… Very close friends."
"As close friends, teach me all about Japan."
"Y-yes."
Zoe bit her lips, squinting. "…And I'll teach you lots of things too …" She made the same offer as Rangiku.
It felt much, much different.
THUMP-THUMP!
THUMP-THUMP!
THUMP-THUMP!
Orihime did not answer.
It was impossible.
Her entire being was oppressed by Zoe's aura.
…Hypnotized…
…Zoe started drooling…
…Her heart was pounding too…
"Hey!" Rangiku shouted with hands on her hips, annoyed. "Don't I get a proper hello? The new girl gets all the attention even though I brought her here and I get nothing?"
"Ah, Ran-chan, Ran-chan!" Zoe let go of Orihime's hand and rushed to her friend. "Isn't that how pyramid schemes go? The new meat matters more! Hahahah!"
"What the hell is a pyramid scheme?! And why are you calling her Orihime-san and me Ran-chan?! I'm older than both of you!"
"Because you're my special friend, Ran-chan…" Zoe slowed her voice down, giving Rangiku a smile Orihime did not comprehend. "So I want to call you 'chan', okay…? Because you're that special to me."
"W-w-well…" Rangiku blushed, looking to the side with a scowl. "You never used suffixes with me before…"
"Because we spoke in English! Here, you're just Ran. Here, you're Ran-chan. Duh!"
"Tch… Your Japanese is crap…"
"Don't be like that, Ran-chan. I'm so sorry, okay…? You're my very, very close friend too…" Zoe gently hugged Rangiku, caressing her hair with a big smile; Their chests pressed together. "I love it when you're here… I'm so happy that you have nice friends for me to meet…"
"Th-this-… This is better." Rangiku pouted, hugging back. "That's right, learn your manners… You have to treat your friends well or you lose them. Especially the ones older than you."
"Yes, yes… Ran-chan is my special, mature close friend, so I have to treat her right… That's why a normal hug isn't enough for you, right?"
"What do you- Oh!" Rangiku was swiftly turned around, now hugged from behind by Zoe. "Hey, what are you- Mnghhh… !"
Zoe grabbed Rangiku's boobs from behind through her pink shirt, SINKING her fingers HARD through the bra; Her chest flesh splurged so much that her cleavage became visible through the high neckline. "Here you go, here you go… This is the sort of close-friend hug Ran-chan likes, isn't it…? That's why you brought these huge tits to me. So I could give them plenty of attention."
"Y-you pervert… What is Orihime going to think…? Ghnn …"
"Who cares what she thinks…? This is your moment, Ran-chan. And I really want to play with these, so it's fine, isn't it…?" Zoe rested her head on Rangiku's shoulder, whispering in her ear with an arrogant smirk. " And she should get used to it now since I intend to do much more to you later. Isn't that what you want too, you snowbunny slut? That's why you brought her to me… Good girls deserve rewards… Especially the horny ones. " She said something hard to follow in English.
"H-hah …" Rangiku blushed harder; Her nipples protruded through her bra.
What a bizarre interaction.
Orihime had pervy friends who thought it was funny to play with her boobs. She never liked it, but never took it too seriously either.
What she was seeing was different.
Rangiku did not look like her confident, sexy self.
Instead, she looked so submissive and…
…
'…And pathetic.' Orihime never expected to describe her friend with that word.
It was not just the boob play either.
…Their hips were connected in an inappropriate way, with Zoe's crotch perfectly locked against Rangiku's meaty rear…
…
'No, wait, I'm going crazy! There's nothing that weird about that! It's not like she has a pen…' Her thoughts cut short, remembering the enormous cylindrical object in Zoe's pants.
It was nowhere to be seen.
…Because it was pressed deep into Rangiku's asscrack through their pants.
America was a sexually liberated country.
Was it simply that?
…Or was Zoe special in a weird way…?
"Hah … Hah … You're such a jerk… Grinding like that…! Ngh … You're so big already… " Rangiku complained with heavy breathing. Despite that, she did not push Zoe away, who took her time kneading Rangiku's chest through her shirt. There was zero shame on her face or behavior.
" Good girl, good girl… I'll give you cock soon, okay…? Good girl… " She whispered in Rangiku's ear in English.
And then her eyes turned to Orihime.
Her hands played with Rangiku's enormous breasts; Her crotch remained locked with Rangiku's ass.
…But her eyes focused on Orihime.
For some reason, that made the boob-playing feel much, much more intense.
THUMP-THUMP.
THUMP-THUMP.
THUMP-THUMP.
…Orihime felt as if her own boobs were being touched…
"Orihime-san." Zoe said.
"Y-yes…?"
"Let's become very close friends."
"Close friends…" Orihime looked at Rangiku, who was now slightly sweaty and breathless. 'Does she mean close like *that*…? H-hey… She's walking toward me…!'
Zoe approached Orihime, bringing an arm over her shoulders. "I should hug you a little bit too, right, Orihime-san?"
"..." Orihime remained perfectly still with her chest easily accessible.
She was not frozen. It was a voluntary decision made without any thought.
Still, Zoe did not touch her chest, merely dangling her hand close to it.
They must not have been close enough friends yet.
…
Did Orihime WANT to become close friends with her?
Would she also get flustered and breathe heavily like Rangiku, who stared at Zoe with a frustrated blush and scowl?"
The sense of danger felt even closer now.
…Just like the hand almost touching her chest…
"Aaaaah, we're so lucky that this diner is open! I was starving! I love this place!" Zoe exclaimed as she DEVOURED the five large burgers and fries she ordered. She sat in front of Orihime.
"I mean, it's late night, but we could always just take a taxi and go to any fast-food joint…" Rangiku said, sitting beside Orihime, by the window.
"But that would be a problem 'cuz I ain't got no money to pay for a taxi! Haha!"
"Heh…? You don't have money…? But I left my bag in the apartment… Did you bring any, Rangiku?"
"Geez, this again…" Rangiku facepalmed.
"Hey, hey, don't worry about that stuff! Shluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp!" Zoe drank her large soda so desperately that she almost gagged. "I want to know all there is to know about you, Orihime-san!"
"But… How are we going to pay-"
"Do you watch anime?! What do you like to do?! What is an izakaya?! Tell me, tell me!"
"Ah… That's…"
Orihime caved to Zoe's passionate interest in her.
Zoe was incredibly friendly, listening with attentive eyes to everything Orihime said. Her conversational skills were strong, easily able to talk for hours if wanted.
…
Or was it simply that she was that interested in Orihime?
Somehow, Orihime could tell that Zoe would get up and leave without hesitation if she lost interest in her.
…Nothing chained her to the simple rules of social interaction…
'I think I'm too uneasy about being in another country. There's no way she's like that, right…?' Orihime tried to ground herself in reality.
However, the more they talked, the more she realized her perception was accurate.
"What were you doing under that pile when we entered your place?" Rangiku asked.
"Aaaah, you know. I got distracted playing video games after I was done checking out Orihime-san's photos. I got a little sleepy and didn't want to walk all the way to my bed, so I crawled under the pile to take a warm nap. It's suuuper comfortable down there! Umi cuddled with me. Maybe I'll show you sometime."
Orihime was baffled. "You slept there because you didn't want to get back to your bed…? But it's… It's just a few steps."
"Yeah, yeah, but I thought I'd keep playing after a quick nap. I kinda overslept, haha! Oh, man, if I knew you two were coming, I'd have at least taken a shower… Maybe I should have done that before we came here, but I'm just so hungry."
"Wait…" Rangiku cut in. "…You still haven't eaten anything since last night?!"
"Nope! I have no money, how am I supposed to eat? Hey, Ran-chan… You could have brought me a snack, right? I searched everywhere but didn't find any leftovers in the apartment… Maybe I should have just eaten Umi's cat food again…"
"W-wait… How do you pay for things? Do you have a job?"
"Nope! I improvise every day!"
"Eh? Wait… But… How do you pay for the apartment's bills?"
"It isn't mine, so I don't pay anything! Haha! Ah, but don't worry, the owner lets me stay there."
"Is that so…? Is the owner your friend…?"
"Well…" Zoe looked away with a fake confident smile. "S-something like that, haha… Ah, but he gets mad when I drive the water bill up, so I gotta be careful about that…"
Rangiku gave Zoe a disappointed look. "That's just the excuse she uses to not shower because she's lazy, Orihime. Don't think too highly of her."
"Hahahah! Ran-chan knows me so well! Don't showers suck? But you know, Orihime-san, it's because I'm distracted with other things. Right, Ran-chan…?"
"D-don't blame it on me…"
"No…? But how can I shower when you're demanding so much of my attention? Right…?" She smirked at Rangiku.
Rangiku did not smirk back, blushing – AND pouting.
"Aaaaah, I wish I could lick myself clean like Umi. Maybe…" Her perky, playful tone changed to a cold, ominous one. "…Maybe I should ask someone to lick me clean all over. Everywhere. Even my ass. Again ."
"Idiot… Don't go saying like that. Aaaaah, why are you such a pig?! America is the woooorst!" She looked out the window to hide her fluster.
'What kind of relationship do these two have…? I'm feeling out of place… That aside, I think this Zoe girl is a little bit insane…!'
"Hm… Speaking of Umi…" Zoe looked back to see if the waitress was looking their way. " Here you go, here you go. Get some before they see you. "
Her cat, Umineko, came out of the pocket on the midsection of her hoodie, stole a few fries, and hid back inside.
"Hey, hey, Orihime-chan. You're married, right? How are marriages in Japan? Teach me everything, teach me…!" Zoe returned the conversation to Orihime again.
Indeed, Zoe was a very, very friendly person, repeatedly calling Orihime her friend, sister, and every other nice thing in-between. She loved asking questions.
All sorts of questions.
"Is he small, Orihime-chan...?"
"Hm...? No, Ichigo is tall."
"No, no... I mean down there."
"..." Orihime was too timid to answer in any way.
"He must be, right...? Asian boys are small... That's why I'm surprised Ran-chan has friends in Japan."
"What do you mean...?"
"She likes them big, don't you...?" Zoe smirked. "...Huge penises are all she lives for."
Orihime looked at Rangiku, expecting her to lash out.
"Big is better. So?" All she did was agree.
"I-i-is that so...?" Orihime felt even more out of place. "W-w-well, I don't know if Ichigo is big or not so-"
"He's not." Rangiku said.
"H-how can you know?"
Rangiku chuckled. "Because he's not black. Only black guys have big dicks."
"Ran-chan, don't be so mean. It's her husband. Be nicer to her."
For a half-second, Orihime was thankful.
"But it's such bad luck, isn't it, Orihime-san? To be born with that nice, fat rack and not have a nice penis to use it... Hah, I feel so bad for you. Being born in Japan is both cool and bad in your case..."
"I-I-I don't know anything about that..."
"Hey, Orihime-san..."
"H-hm...?"
"I could make good use of them, you know...?"
"What do you... M-mean...?"
"You saw in the apartment, didn't you...?"
"S-see... What...?"
"My big black cock ."
Orihime BURNED red.
"You looked at it a lot. You know I have one, don't you...? Your boobs are a perfect fit for it, like a puzzle... But I'm so big that the tip would stick out, you know...?"
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Orihime kept her face as tense as she could to not express any anxiety, she was freaking out on the inside.
Even though it was nothing but mere conversation, it was all too much.
The more Zoe spoke, the more her aura expanded, trying to consume Orihime.
Though she failed to understand it yet, she could tell one thing for sure: Offering ANY opening to Zoe would destroy her.
Her sense of danger SCREAMED inside her head.
…
Was that why she kept her mouth shut?
Because she was afraid of what openings she might accidentally offer?
...Or intentionally?
'I-isn't Rangiku going to say something...?!'
"She's not wrong, Orihime." Rangiku casually said.
"Heh...?"
"Ah, don't worry... You'll get it. America is the perfect place to discover these things about yourself. I'll be with you the entire way, okay? Let's have fun together so you can learn lots of things."
Orihime did not feel the same sense of danger from Rangiku, even when she said similar things to Zoe.
Why?
Yet another mystery for her.
"Hey, hey, Orihime-san. Let's stop talking about your husband's tiny Asian dick. Tell me about..." Zoe changed subjects and expressions with utter casualness and smoothness. She was human like her but did not seem to follow the same human rules.
Even in America, where things were so different from Japan, she should not be that 'free'.
Orihime could barely keep up with the conversation.
…
Though, it was mostly her own fault, was it not?
Orihime was distracted by glancing down at her cleavage, spying through a small gap on her neckline.
'...She said the tip of her penis – if she even has one – would stick out...? But... My chest is huge... That's impossible... Ichigo's never would...'
The sense of danger became ever stronger.
...As did Orihime's curiosity.
Their talk went on…
"Woooooh! I ate a lot! I bet I can go four days without eating now!"
"Four days? Is that a joke…?"
"Nah, I've done it before. Not that I like it, but sometimes you get so distracted that it just happens. And finding the money for things is such a hassle too... You get it, right? Capitalism is such a hassle! Boooo!"
No, Orihime did not get it but said nothing.
"Anyway… We gotta pay somehow."
"And how are we gonna do that, jackass?" Rangiku was still salty from earlier.
"I-is paying going to be a problem? Maybe I should go back and get my wallet…" Orihime offered.
Zoe smiled arrogantly. "I'll take care of it. You can rely on me, okay, Orihime-chan? I'm gonna show you something cool. The sort of experience you can only get in America with a black man… Or a black woman, in my case."
Orihime did not like the implication in her words. 'I-I suppose it's good that she at least has some plan... But what is she about to do? Something I can only see in America with a black man... Or a black woman...?'
Her thought immediately went back to their talk about penis sizes; The bulge she saw in the apartment.
…
Orihime was curious and scared.
"Check this out. Waitress!"
…
There was no more waitress.
She had gone home.
The person who attended to them was the owner: A chubby old man who was pissed because he wanted to have closed half an hour ago but they were still there.
"Ah…" Zoe's smug look was replaced by a comically false smile. "Well, that's what I get for winging it. Why does this happen to me every time?"
'SHE HAD NO PLAAAAAAAAAAAN?!'
" Is there going to be a problem with payment…? You three are the last people today, so I was hoping to have no trouble. " The man asked, making a mean face.
'Wait a moment… I thought Zoe came here all the time, but this guy is talking like he's never even seen her! How much does this girl talk out of her ass?!' Orihime stared at Zoe, hoping to understand-
"Oh, man, what do we do?! I really screwed the pooch this time!" Zoe had an even more nervous smile than Orihime.
'AM I GONNA GO TO JAIL ON MY FIRST DAY IN AMERICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!'
" Ugh… Are you three girls gonna cause me problems? I should have known you were bums from the look on your faces… "
Orihime freaked out inside her head. 'I'm gonna get up and beg for forgiv-'
" Hey, old man, shouldn't you be a little nicer to us? " Zoe spoke faster than Orihime could act.
…With the tone from earlier, coated in scary coldness…
" Y-you need to pay, so… "
" Yeah, so? Don't change the subject. There are three pretty girls on this table. Shouldn't you be more respectful to us? Especially when one of the three girls can easily kick your ass. "
" Don't try to intimidate me…! "
" Intimidate? You're making me look so uncool in front of my friend… " Zoe silently stared at him for several seconds, leading the man to shiver even if maintaining his ground… And then she smirked and relaxed. " You're right, you're right! Money is money, I'm not being fair! I was just a little disappointed that I won't get to blow that waitress' back out… I wanted to impress my foreign friend by showing her a nice pussy-breaking session."
Orihime had trouble following the conversation in English but understood a few things.
…Or thought she did.
There was no way she heard correctly.
…Yet, she found herself intrigued…
Rangiku looked completely relaxed, seemingly used to trouble with Zoe.
" Wh-what are you talking about?! Am I gonna have to call the police?! "
" No, we'll pay, just in a different way. "
" What way…? "
" I'll let you fuck my friend's tits. " Zoe pointed to Rangiku with a thumb.
Again, Orihime must have misheard.
She must have.
…Because all Rangiku did was roll her eyes at the indecent offer.
" Th-that's… Uhm… "
" Hey, Ran. Show some chest for the guy, would you? Sell yourself a bit. "
" Why do I gotta get stuck with this shit? He's ugly and fat. "
" But aren't we close friends…? I thought I could count on you... "
Rangiku pouted, annoyed.
…
...And pulled the neckline of her t-shirt down, showing off plentiful cleavage.
The old man's jaw dropped.
" Uh… I'm married… So I can't... "
" So? No one's gonna know. Take this opportunity to build a new memory to cherish for life. Doesn't that sound good…? And if you're a good boy… Maybe we'll come here more times without money, hm…? I'll tell my friend to wear nicer clothes next time too. Maybe... I'll tell my foreign friend to pay next time. "
"Th-that's..."
"Hey, Ran. Say something. Sell."
" Don't give me orders like a dog! Grrr.. ." Rangiku growled before calming down. " Hey, hey, geezer... I have this huge hole between my tits. Don't you want to fill it up with your cock...? I'd love it if there were something creamy between them so they stop chafing so much against each other all day... How about your nut? I bet it's super rich and thick ... "
The old man looked so stunned that he might as well have had a heart attack at any moment; Zoe had a wide, wide smirk, enjoying the situation; Rangiku smiled a false type of innocent and cute.
As for Orihime, she was just confused.
Everything happened in English.
She must have misheard.
There was no way she witnessed her friend, the confident and strong Rangiku, be offered as a cheap prostitute to the chubby old man just so they could eat for free; Nor that she seemingly played along with little to no complaint.
Rangiku sometimes teased and used her beauty to get things, yes, but the present scenario was on a whole different level.
...She would never submit and degrade herself that easily for someone else…
" Aaah, I think I see what the problem is. Ran's tits are awesome, but you're a married man. You're used to big tits because your wife's a fat hog with a saggy chest. You need something she doesn't give you anymore, don't you? "
" H-hah…! Hah…! "
" Rangiku, suck him off. "
" Y-yes! Yes, I'll accept that deal! Yes! " The man desperately nodded his head.
" Who says *I* accept? Hmmmm?! " Rangiku pouted with crossed arms.
Zoe calmly rested an elbow on the table, her head on her hand, and locked eyes with Rangiku, smirking. " Do it because we're friends. "
Rangiku would not accept.
No way-
" Fine... Just because I don't want trouble. It's no big deal for me anyway. Asshole… I'll be right back, Orihime." She got off her seat, grabbed the drooling man's hand, and led him to the bathroom.
Then, they closed the door.
"Umi, Umi, you can come out now. Stretch out on the table where there's more space for you!"
Umineko left Zoe's pocket, meowed and lied on the table, licking herself clean.
"There we go… There we go…" Zoe pet her.
Complete casualness, as if something BIZARRE had not just taken place.
Orihime had not blinked or closed her mouth in a long, long time, stunned.
What had she just witnessed?
…
'Ah... Wait... I think I understand now... So that's why I don't feel that same sense of danger from Rangiku...'
Rangiku had already been consumed by Zoe's aura.
She was a minion.
...What a mad conclusion to reach…
Zoe looked at her. "See? This is how I pay for things. Get it?"
"…No."
"Really? Aaaah, I love that about you, Orihime-san! I really want to learn everything about you! You're a through-and-through Japanese chick… With awesome knockers."
"…"
"I want to teach you lots of things, okay… ?"
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There it was again; That sense of danger.
While Orihime steeled herself to give no openings…
" Shlrrrrrrp… Shluuuuurp… " …A slurping sound started coming from the bathroom, behind closed doors.
Continuously.
" Shluuuurp... Shlooooorp.. ."
Nonstop.
" Shlrrrrrp... Shluuuuurp... "
…Vulgarly…
"Ran-chan is a capable girl, isn't she…? She knows how to make it dirty and nasty with slobber…" Zoe licked the air, speaking slowly and menacingly. There was no bubbliness or giddiness on her face and voice.
Only now did Orihime notice she had a piercing on her tongue.
...Did she have piercings anywhere else...?
"She's a lot like me. Very carefree and dominant… Nice traits, but it's hard too, you know, Orihime-san? Those two things together make it very difficult to build connections. That might be why she gets so attached when she finds someone who can match her energy… And swallow her whole. Get it?"
"…No."
"Hm… It's like petting Umi! Umi hates being held by people, but she loooooves being hugged super tight! Ever see that video?! 'Squish the cat'! It's kinda like that! Get it?"
"…No."
"Orihime-san… You're the best . I really wanna teach you so much …"
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Zoe continued. "I'm really happy to have such an easy time getting others to form connections with me…"
"Because… You get to connect with them too?"
"No. Because I have fun with them, and they do things for me when I need to. Otherwise, I'd go hungry."
"…That's… A little cold…"
"Is it…? That's what relationships are all about, right? We all seek something in each other. That's why bonds are formed. Relationships are all about filling each other's holes... For me, that last part is usually literal."
"…"
"Hey, Orihime-san…"
"Y-yes…?"
"I want to be really close friends with you… So what are you seeking, hm…?"
…
Orihime did not answer again.
Her heart slammed against her chest.
What was it?
What was it…?
What was it…?!
Why did she sense so much danger coming from Zoe?
'I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand…!' It was a confusing moment for her, who usually had such an easy time understanding herself and others.
The girl in front of her should have been even easier than usual to deal with, considering she had no filter for her emotions.
Orihime felt increasingly oppressed and confused.
And…
" Shluuurp… Ghlrgh… Shlrrrrp… " …The slurping coming from the bathroom refused to stop.
What was Rangiku doing with the chubby old man?
The curiosity was killing Orihime.
Deep down, she knew the answer; Regardless, she wanted to ask.
…
But she felt like she should not ask.
" Shlrrrrp… Bhlrgh… Ghlrgh… "
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She should not ask.
" Shluuurp… Ghluuurgh… Shlrrrrp… "
THUMP-THUMP!
She should not ask.
" Bhlrghhh… Bhluurgh… Shlrrrp… "
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…
"Wh-what… What did you mean?" Orihime asked.
"Hm…?"
"Y-you… You said Rangiku-san would help pay by sucking him off . What do those words mean…?"
"Ah… That's right. Your English is broken in the cutest of ways, so you had trouble following. Is that it?"
"Yes."
"…Liar." Zoe's smirk grew wider.
"H-huh?"
"You know exactly what you heard and saw. You just want an excuse to sneak into a dirty conversation while appearing innocent. That's why you've been observing everything so intently too. You're curious..." Her smirk grew wider.
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"N-n-no... I don't know what you're talking about."
"Hey, hey, Orihime-san… Is there something you want to talk about but can't with anyone else…? Maybe even with Ran-chan…?"
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"Th-th-there isn't..."
"Ah... It must be so difficult for you, Orihime-san... So restricted by the weight of Japan's traditional nature...And your husband probably likes you innocent and pure... And your friends think of you this way. It must be so hard for you to break out of that role even a little bit. Am I right...?"
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Zoe understood her well.
Encouraged by that, Orihime nodded slightly.
"Liar."
"...Huh...?"
"You're just making excuses. Liar."
"I'm not lying...!"
"Liar. Liar, liar. You're toootally lying. Shouldn't you be more honest with yourself, Orihime-san? I work hard every day to be true to myself. Ran-chan works hard too... Can't you hear her working hard right now?"
" Shlrrp...! Shluuurp...! Ghlrgh...! Bhlurgh...! Shlooorp...! " Rangiku worked hard.
"Shouldn't you be honest too, Orihime-san? Be honest, be honest." Her smirk grew wider.
"..."
"Honeeeest. Be honeeeest...!"
"I-I..."
"Come on, come on...! Be honest!"
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"I'm scared no one's going to love me!" Orihime yelled with closed eyes, unable to bear the weight of her own words.
Orihime was loved by everyone.
She was also innocent, kind, and pure.
If she changed even a little, would she still be loved by everyone?
There was no pressure from Ichigo or society or the world.
...It was all from herself, to herself, inside her head…
Now that she had opened her mouth, she felt like she was in immense danger, irrational as it might have been.
Zoe did little to calm her down, taking her time observing her panicking self.
"It's okay, Orihime-san… You're only going to know me for the duration of this trip. Isn't it okay for you to be honest with me in ways you can't with other people? It's not like my opinion matters to you, and you won't ever see me again after you leave America. Though I do love you. And I promise I'll love you no matter what."
"L-love me...? We just met."
"Yes... But I'm already in love with you, okay? It's true. Even if you're a very bad girl..."
Absolutely insane words... That had far too strong of a calming effect on Orihime, whose heart pounded and breathing accelerated; Her eyes did not blink, and her lips pursed from tension.
...Orihime was perfectly seen through…
"I understand your fear, you know, you know? You want to always be the Orihime-san everyone loves. If you change just a little bit, no one will stop loving you, right? You can learn a little bit about things you want and stop... You'll be better off for it and still be the same person. Even if those things are dirty, naughty things no one expects a girl like you to be interested in."
"R-really...?"
"Mm-hmm..." Zoe nodded. "You're safe with me, so isn't it okay for us to have fun?"
…
Orihime's sense of danger disappeared.
Had she been wrong all along?
She was safe with Zoe.
"You asked what Ran-chan is doing, right?"
" Shloooorp...! Shlrrrrrp...! Shluuuurp...! "
"Y-yes..."
"Hm... I don't know the words in Japanese to tell you... So why don't I show you?"
"Sh-... Show me..."
"Yes." Zoe got up and extended a hand to Orihime. "It'll be fun. You'll love it."
'Ah.' Right then, Orihime reached a grand epiphany as she observed Zoe's friendly smile contort into a malicious, unhinged smirk. 'So that's what it was.'
The sense of danger was a simple instinct of self-preservation.
Zoe was a toxic woman who would destroy her if given the smallest of openings. Despite her reckless nature and lack of filter, she was highly emotionally intelligent; Perhaps even more so than Orihime.
…A hedonist with defective impulse control…
Letting herself be led by Zoe even a little bit would corrode her from the inside.
And yet…
"O-okay." …Orihime took her hand.
She had already been engulfed by her alluring aura.
Its toxic confines were so, so relaxing and safe.
...Within it, she felt infinitely freer than alone inside her head…
'I'll just go with her for a little bit...' Orihime lied to herself.
'Hm... They must have already settled into the friend's apartment, right? I asked Orihime to call me after she settled in, but I guess she forgot. I'll wait a little bit more. I'm just worried about what kind of influence Rangiku and her friend might have on her, all alone in another country.'
There was no need for him to worry himself.
How much of a bad influence could they have on Orihime, especially in such a short span of time?
" Shlrrrrp... Shluuurp... Shloooorp... "
"Hah...! Hah...! Hah...!" Orihime hyperventilated as she stared at the closed door in front of her.
Another sense of danger.
Opening that door would mean opening her mind up forever.
"Orihime-san... It's scary, isn't it? You really are worried." Zoe said, resting her back against the wall with crossed arms, beside the bathroom door. "You must be really worried about being a dirty girl... Maybe you'd be better off keeping that Orihime shut deep in your heart."
"Hah... Hah... Y-yes... Maybe..."
"But you're curious too, aren't you? About Ran-chan's slurps..."
" Shlooorp...! Shlrrrrp...! Ghluurgh...! "
"Hah... Hah... Hah..."
"You really want to match an image to the sounds..."
" Shlrrrrp...! Bhlrgh...! Ghlrgh...! "
"H-hah...! Hah...! Hah...! H-heh...?" Orihime shuddered from having her hand suddenly grabbed by Zoe.
A gentle, friendly hand-hold.
"Orihime-san. I'll protect you."
"Protect me...?"
"Mmm-hmm..." Zoe leaned in close, bringing her smirk to her ear, breathing into it. "I won't let you become a dirty girl. I'll return you perfect to your Ichigo-kun, okay...? It's a promise."
The unhinged, arrogant contortion on her lips should not have conferred any confidence to orihime.
...But the smothering of her toxic aura felt so warm and safe…
She opened the door.
Orihime squeezed Zoe's hand as her eyes shot wide open from astonishment at the sight before her.
She should not have been surprised. Of course Rangiku was practicing oral sex with the complete stranger.
Still, it was so, so dirty to see it from up-close like that, in the real world.
Not on a website while hidden in the bathroom, lying to herself that it was for Ichigo.
...In the real world in front of her, for the sole reason of satiating her dirty curiosity…
Rangiku was squatting on her tiptoes, thrusting her head back and forth against the chubby old man's crotch, who had unzipped his pants.
Neither one noticed Orihime staring straight at them with unrestrained astonishment.
Rangiku had her back turned to Orihime and was distracted blowing the man.
The man's head was thrown back from feeling too much pleasure, so he did not pay attention to the door.
It was a mesmerizing sight. 'She's making him feel so good with her mouth that he's immersed in it... Amazing...! Rangiku is so skilled at it...!' She found herself admiring something deeply vulgar.
Orihime observed for a few seconds – which felt like an eternity inside her head. In that period, she learned something interesting.
Rangiku sucked sloppily and wetly. That must have been why there was a puddle of saliva on the floor, along with an endless rope of thick drool running down her chin, adding to the puddle. She sank her lips and nose into the man's hairy, filthy crotch. His full erection was taken into her mouth each time, however big it was.
A total stranger.
It must have been gross.
And yet, Rangiku did it with ease because Zoe asked her to.
"Ran-chan is an awesome cocksucker, isn't she, Orihime-san...?" Zoe whispered in her ear. "Do you know why she's that good...?"
"...Because... You asked her to do it, so she's working hard...?"
"Maybe a little bit... But the real reason is that she's very practiced."
"Very practiced...?"
"Mmm-hmm... She regularly sucks off a much bigger, thicker cock than that white geezer's."
"Much bigger and thicker... Penis...?" Orihime stopped looking at Rangiku, turning her eyes to Zoe's lower body.
To her groin.
To the MONSTROUS bulge ranging from her crotch to her knee.
"H-hey... Zoe... Uhm... San..."
"Chan."
"H-heh? Ah... Zoe-chan... Do you really... Have a penis...?"
"No."
"No?!"
"No... I have a cock . Big black penises are big black cocks ."
" C-cock ..." Orihime pronounced it in English. "Do you have a cock ...? A-a big black cock...? "
Zoe chuckled, smirking wider from amusement. "Can't you tell?" She sank her fingers into her loose sweatpants, bringing detailed delineation to her massive bulge. Its shape could now be perfectly seen thanks to the fabric being pinned against her thigh.
It was not big or huge.
'Gigantic...! Colossal...! Enormous...! Absurdly huge...! I don't know what word to use...! That thing is so big and thick...!'
It shocked Orihime even more than seeing Rangiku blowing the old man, leading her heart to pound and her breathing to stop. She stared at it for several seconds, blinking again and again to make sure she was looking at a real thing.
That girth and length were not possible. 'Ichigo's is a fraction of that! This can't be a real penis! It can't...! A-after all...! If this penis is real... No, this cock ... Then that would mean...'
...Rangiku had likely regularly shoved that immense object into her throat. At least, that was the implication of Zoe's statement.
Such a thing could not be real.
"Shlrrrrp...! Shluuuurp...! Ghlrghh...!" However, the ease with which Rangiku orally serviced the old man made it seem true. If she was used to Zoe's penis, then the old man's was a joke.
'Zoe and Rangiku have some sort of very intimate friendship, don't they...? A sexual one... It's obvious that they do, and I think Rangiku likes Zoe more than she might admit. I don't know how mutual it is, though...'
…
'I never blew Ichigo... What would it feel like...?' Without realizing it, she started slowly moving her tongue around her lips, imagining herself licking…
…
...Whose penis?
She wanted to think she was imagining herself licking Ichigo's penis.
...But her eyes were locked on the gargantuan cock-shaped monster inside Zoe's sweatpants, glaring without blinking…
"Hey, Orihime-san..." Zoe whispered very slowly and calmly. "Blowjobs are dirty, but also the most intimate act of love, don't you agree...?"
"Why...?"
"They're like kissing, but dirty... When we kiss who we love, isn't it romantic and beautiful...? But when a woman gets down and kisses the cock of the person she loves... It's both, don't you think...? Dirty and romantic..."
"Oh..."
"Hey, hey, Orihime-san... You love Ichigo-kun, don't you?"
"Yes..."
"Have you ever given him a blowjob, then?"
"N-no..."
"Really...? What a great opportunity. Why don't you learn how to suck cock while you're in America...?"
"...Learn how to suck cock ...?" Orihime finally broke eye contact with Zoe's colossal bulge to glance at Rangiku.
"Shlrrrrrp...! Ghlrghhh...! Shluuuurp...!" She was still slamming her face back and forth against the old man's crotch.
Zoe wanted to teach her that...?
Send her back to Japan with that knowledge...?
...Become a proficient cocksucker like Rangiku...?
...Her, the innocent, prude Orihime...?
...Dirty and filthy like that...?
…
That thought should have made her feel uncomfortable and scared.
Instead, she felt intrigued and excited.
Was that the effect of being engulfed by Zoe's allure...?
"Orihime-san, I want to teach you lots of things. As close friends, it'd make me very happy if you got back to Japan knowing how to enhance your romance with Ichigo-kun. Doesn't it sound like a good idea...?"
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THUMP-THUMP!
THUMP-THUMP!
Orihime envisioned herself in Rangiku's place, squatting on her tiptoes, moving her head back and forth; Without realizing it, she moved her actual head back and forth slightly while licking her lips, partly executing the fantasy in her mind.
...Maybe she did want to learn…
"Orihime-san." Zoe whispered in a commanding monotone.
"What...?"
"On your knees."
She looked at Zoe's face.
Total cold-heartedness with half-lidded eyes.
…
Orihime got on her knees.
The idea of saying no did not cross her mind.
...Especially now that her musky, girthy, delineated bulge was right in front of her face.
'Hah... Hah... Her penis... No, her cock ... It's right here... Behind these pants... She's gonna pull them down and then I'll see it... I can already smell it...! So musky...! Is it just because it's unwashed...? No... Maybe a little, but it's actually just this strong, isn't it...?!'
Orihime had never seen a penis beside Ichigo's, and most certainly never even imagined a penis – or cock – as supposedly big as Zoe's.
Despite that, she knew the strong smell was almost exclusively the merit of its raw virility.
As a woman, her instincts told her as much.
'...It's a powerful cock ...! A... A powerful big black cock ...! Look at these dry spots on her pants... What did they smell like when they were wet...?! It must be powerful enough to suffocate...! Strong, strong, strong...!'
"Orihime-san."
Orihime looked up, meeting Zoe's detached, cold expression. Her eyes had not blinked once in a long time, much like Orihime's; Both women were immersed in each other.
"Open your mouth wider."
She obeyed.
Was it really about to happen?
Orihime would suck another person's penis?
...A big black cock...?
Thinking about it made her mouth open slightly further; More drool leaked out; Her nose sniffed and sniffed, trying to smother itself in the powerful, toxic musk coming from the powerful, toxic woman's pants.
She would cheat on Ichigo.
…
"N-no... Wait, wait, wait...! Wait, Zoe-chan...!"
"Hm...?"
"I can't suck your cock ...! I can't do it...! I don't want to cheat on Ichigo!"
"Who said anything about that?"
"Heh...?"
"Suck my cock ? I'd never make you do that, Orihime-san."
She turned red from shame. "Eh...? But... N-no, but... Uhm..."
"Is that what you were thinking all this time...?" Her cold face swiftly shifted into an amicable grin, matching the warming of her voice. "Is that why you got on your knees? To blow my big black cock like a slutty Jap prostitute with fat tits?"
"Th-th-that's...!"
"I promised I wouldn't let you become too dirty, didn't I? I won't let you turn into a vulgar snowbunny whore who thinks of nothing but big black dicks all day like Ran-chan. I mean, just listen to her."
"Shlrrrrp...! Ghlrghh...! Bhluuurgh...!" Rangiku devotedly and sloppily degraded her face to serve the man in the bathroom.
'Is she saying that if I sucked her cock a single time, I'd become like Rangiku? Addicted...? That's insane...!'
...But sounded true.
Orihime certainly did not want to become that vulgar, even if thinking of herself in that same position made her groin feel hot.
"Wh-why did you tell me to get on my knees for then?!"
"To help you learn how to enhance your romance with Ichigo by using your mouth." She gently pressed her index and middle fingers against Orihime's lips. "There you go."
"Wh-what are these...?"
"Your dear Ichigo-kun's tiny beta dicklet. Or are two fingers too big to represent that? Maybe Ichigo-kun is an even more unfortunate male...?"
"You want me to... Suck your fingers...?"
"Of course. That way, you can suck eagerly and passionately without worrying about cheating. It's just two fingers... It's not cheating or dirty, right? Think of it as sucking my Finger-Ichigo-Dick. Not as dirty as sucking my big black cock like you seemed so willing to-"
"Ghlugh!" Orihime thrust her head forward, taking the full length of Zoe's two fingers into her mouth – it was her way of cutting her off from continuing the humiliating, guilt-inducing speech.
It was surprisingly easy.
Zoe still had the outline of her gigantic black cock highlighted with a hand grab.
Instead of struggling to suck her big black cock, Orihime was having an easy time sucking her Finger-Ichigo-Dick.
...It was disappointing and boring-
'Wh-wh-what am I thinking...?!' Orihime fought off intrusive thoughts.
"Good job, Orihime-san. That was a very passionate motion. A good blowjob involves lots of that. You can tell just from listening to Ran-chan, can't you?"
"Shlrrrrp...! Ghlrghh...! Bhlrgh...!" Yes, she could. Every motion by Rangiku was a face-slam bringing forth sloppy, obscene gurgling and slurping.
How loudly would Rangiku slurp and gurgle if she were face-slamming into Zoe's crotch instead?
...How loudly would Orihime slurp and gurgle...?
"I have a very hard cock to please, Orihime-san. It takes me lots of time to nut . That's a word we use in America to describe an orgasm – usually by a cock , but not always."
' Nut ... So Rangiku became really good at oral sex by making Zoe's big black cock nut regularly...? Did she... Nut inside her mouth often? No, with her length, it'd be straight down her throat. No, but wait... It's too thick to enter her throat. Right...?'
"Orihime-san, I think you missed my point. What I was trying to say was: You did a good job taking my Finger-Ichigo-Dick into your mouth. It made my actual cock happy just from seeing it, which is an impressive feat since it's usually so hard to please."
Orihime looked at Zoe's amused eyes, confused about what she meant by 'happy'.
"Ah, you can't tell because I'm grabbing my cock too hard... Here, let me give it some room." Zoe slightly loosened the grip on her own bulge.
It began throbbing.
"Look, look."
There was no need for Zoe's direction. Orihime was already looking with wide-open eyes, amazed by how a penis could quiver so much – especially one that looked so heavy and turgid.
"My cock is very hard to please, so for you to make it throb this much... It must mean you did a great job with taking Finger-Ichigo-Dick into your mouth."
Orihime pulled back, freeing herself to speak. "Why are you telling me this...?"
"Hm...?" Zoe paused for a long time before her friendly expression twisted itself into a creepy smirk. "Ah, you're so right! There's no point, is there? You're sucking my fingers for Ichigo-kun, not for me. Who cares if you do it so well that my cock responds just from looking, right, right? Go ahead, Orihime-san. Practice lots and lots with Finger-Ichigo-Dick. We've talked enough."
Indeed.
Who cared if Zoe's cock responded positively to Orihime orally servicing her fingers?
That feedback was irrelevant to her.
"Shlrrrrp..." So…
"Shluuuurp..." Why did Orihime…
"Shloooorp..." ...Glare at her monstrous bulge the whole time she bobbed her head back and forth?
She should have focused on thoughts of Ichigo. Sucking Zoe's fingers was just a means to safely explore a dirty curiosity and practice a technique to later use on Ichigo, inspired by Rangiku's efforts in the bathroom.
Yet, all she could focus on was Zoe's throbbing bulge.
"Shlrrrp... Shlooorp... Shluuuurp..." Orihime sought visual feedback from a penis that did not belong to Ichigo.
...A big black cock…
Inspired by Rangiku – whom she could see in her peripheral vision – she started moving her head back and forth faster; Slamming it against Zoe's hand.
"Shlrrrp...! Shlurrrp...! Shlooorp...!" The more she did it, the more Zoe's cock throbbed.
Orihime felt a strong emotional satisfaction that she could not remember feeling before in her life.
It was accompanied by equally strong heat and ache between her legs.
'Her big black cock loves it...! I'm not sucking it directly, but it's pleased with me...! I'm doing a good job...! I'm pleasing Zoe's big black cock just by sucking her small fingers...! I bet I could make it nut real good if I sucked it directly-' Orihime caught herself having dangerous, dirty, immoral thoughts again.
She closed her eyes to suck without a visual stimulus distracting her. That way, she would be able to imagine it was Ichigo's penis.
Nothing changed.
...She could still smell the virility OOZING from the waistline gaps of Zoe's loose sweatpants…
...A big black cock stimulated and pleased by her finger-sucking technique…
...No doubt, it wanted to stick itself into her tiny mouth…
...Nut in it…
"Shlrrrp! Shluuurp! Shloooorp!" Orihime instinctively ramped the pace of her sucking. With no instruction whatsoever, she found herself adding spit and drool to the oral service, letting much of it leak out of the gaps of her mouth and run down her chin, smearing her t-shirt.
"Very good, Orihime-san... That's a worthy blowjob. Though, it is a bit of a problem..."
"Mnhhm?!" Orihime stopped without opening her eyes, curious about Zoe's next words.
"You're sucking VERY well. You're vacuuming your cheeks in, making it nasty and sloppy... Did you learn just from hearing and seeing Ran-chan do it? Or do you have a natural talent? Maybe you SHOULD be worried about becoming too dirty..."
"..."
"But, you see... The problem here is that Ichigo-kun would have already cum from being sucked this good. So, to keep it realistic, I think we must stop here. Keep the training as close to the real thing as possible, right...?"
Orihime opened her eyes, locking them with Zoe's.
Her expression was filled with mockery.
Nevertheless, Orihime cared a great deal about what she had to say.
...It felt impossible not to inside her toxic aura…
"To please Ichigo-kun, this is sufficient. Too bad he's got a weak beta dick. I was having a good time watching too. Did you notice?" Zoe gestured for Orihime to observe her bulge once more.
The tip area by her knee was DRENCHED with a slimy, creamy wet spot; One so fresh and thick that it was indecently noticeable despite being in the same position as a prior dry spot.
Zoe had been OOZING precum from being finger-sucked by Orihime.
The heat and ache between her legs skyrocketed; The emotional satisfaction got unbearably stronger.
...She was pleasing the powerful big black cock without even touching…
"Hey, hey, Orihime-san... Ran-chan is still going. Can you hear her?"
"Shlrrrrp! Shluuurp! Bhlrghhh!" Of course she could hear her, especially now that Rangiku intensified her slurping and gurgling.
There was a good chance the man was getting close to release.
"I gotta give to the old man, he's lasting waaaay longer than I thought he could. I bet he's fighting tooth and nail not to nut because it's the first blowjob he's gotten in years – and the best of his life. Since we have to wait for Ran-chan to be done paying for our meals, don't you want to become even better at cocksucking?"
'How...?' Orihime asked with her eyes.
"By increasing the difficulty, of course. If you become good at higher difficulties of cocksucking, you'll find it really easy to suck small, weak penises such as Ichigo-kun's. Think of it like a video game. Finger-Ichigo-Dick is easy mode. A big black cock is hard mode. MY big black cock is very hard mode. Ran-chan became a master at sucking dicks because she ALWAYS plays very hard mode with me. You should be a tryhard like her too..."
Orihime's heart rate shot up. 'Th-this time... This time she IS suggesting I directly blow her, right...? I'm understanding it correctly, right...? H-hah... That huge cock ...! Soaked in precum...! Smelly...! What would it feel and taste like in my mouth? Sh-should I suck it a little bit...? J-j-just to get really good at it for Ichigo...?'
"But I don't want you to become a dirty woman, Orihime-san." Zoe preemptively murdered her fantasies.
'Heh...?'
"Don't worry... I won't EVER let you touch or suck my cock . I won't let you become a dirty girl. Even though I really, really want to grab your face and rape its lights out right now, I'll hold back for you, because close friends keep promises... Even when it's very difficult."
'A-ah... Good... H-hahah... What was I even thinking? G-good... It's not like I would've said yes anyway... H-hahahah... Mnghm?! Puah!' Her mouth was freed by an abrupt hand-pull by Zoe.
"Sorry, sorry... I just gotta measure here. Can you help me out?"
"Measure what? Help out how...?"
Zoe grinned. "Pull my pants down a little bit."
"Heh...?"
"Just a little bit, okay? Don't worry... I wouldn't be vulgar and show you my full cock like that. I just need a bit of the shaft. Can you do it for me, Orihime-san...? It's hard for me to do it. You get it, don't you? You have huge tits, so you know seeing your crotch can be a little difficult. Mine aren't as big as yours, but still... If I pull my pants down myself, I might end up exposing my full cock by accident. It's so wet too, it'd be bad if some precum splashed on your face by accident when it sprung out... Since you're so predisposed to being dirty, it might just do you in..."
"S-spring...? Cocks spring out...?"
"Hm...? If you pull the waistline fast enough, duh! It goes, like, 'boing'! Oh, but maybe not Ichigo-kun's tiny Asian dick..." She positioned her middle and index finger by the base of her bulge, simulating a 'spring out' gesture. "Yup! Too small and weak! Sorry! Guess that's reserved for big black cocks only! Oh, man! Hahahahah!"
"H-hahah... Yeah... Hahahah..." Orihime did not even consider denying that Zoe had the wrong image of Ichigo's penis this whole time. It was actually a little smaller than her fingers, meaning she had already practiced at a higher difficulty than she needed to.
If her fingers were easy mode, then Ichigo's penis would be very easy mode. 'Giving Ichigo a blowjob doesn't sound very fun...' Part of her wanted to feel a huge, thick cock forcing her to mouth to struggle.
Why? She had never witnessed such a thing, so she could not knowif it would be an enjoyable experience.
Nevertheless, she felt a deep, feminine urge for it.
...Or was it just Zoe's toxicity corroding her mind and body through the small openings she gave her...?
"What are you waiting for?" Zoe called her out.
"Y-yes..." Orihime grabbed Zoe's pants – with one hand almost touching her bulge – and very slowly and carefully pulled them down.
Very, very slowly…
Very, very carefully…
...Until some of her GIRTHY, VEINY shaft became visible.
Orihime's mouth opened into a small O; Her eyes shot wide open, losing the ability to blink.
Though it was right in front of her, it was hard to believe it was real; Not because it was attached to a woman's body, but because it was SO, SO thick and veiny.
"Orihime-san... A little lower."
"L-lower...?"
"Lower. Don't worry. It's not going to spring unless you pull down to the tip, and there's a lot of meat left before that happens. We wouldn't want it hitting your face by accident, right?"
"..." Orihime silently obeyed Zoe's command.
The more the pants went down, the wider her eyes opened and the bigger the O of her lips became.
Her heart pounded; Her breathing got heavy; Her groin ached.
The term 'big black cock' had been said multiple times that night, but Orihime only understood it now that she saw a small part of the shaft fully exposed.
'... Big black cocks are monsters...' She learned another new thing already.
Now that some of the shaft was bare, the smothering musk emanating from Zoe's pants became exponentially more powerful.
...It was not a bad odor.
Until a few minutes ago, Orihime was somewhat uncomfortable with Zoe's smell.
Now, she adored it.
...She wanted to shove her nose into her pants and sniff hard…
...There must have been a HEAVY, SUFFOCATING pool of musk accumulated inside her pants…
...Especially by her balls…
…
'Balls? I didn't think about them...! She has balls too...! They're so huge and hard-'
Zoe grabbed Orihime's hands. "...Aren't you pulling down too much?"
"Heh?" Orihime refocused. Half of Zoe's gigantic monster cock was exposed. Orihime had gotten so mesmerized that she kept pulling down without thinking. "S-sorry...!"
Zoe did not relieve her nervousness at all, laughing instead. "Okay, let's see..." She positioned two vertical fingers against the base of her shaft. "Oh, my... Poor Ichigo-kun."
Ichigo was tiny.
"Is it three...?" She added a finger.
It was still not as thick as her shaft.
"Four, then...?" She added a finger.
Almost there.
"Five? No way..." She added a finger.
Bigger than her girth.
"Four and a half then. Let's round down to make it easier on you."
Orihime was not listening to Zoe. Her eyes were engrossed in the sight before her. Specifically, on the saliva directly coating Zoe's shaft because she touched it with her spit-wet fingers – the fingers Orihime sucked.
'It's glistening with my saliva... H-hah ... I wanna see it lubed all over ... K-kiss it ...' Orihime lost more and more control of her thoughts, unable to battle Zoe's toxicity and musk at the same time. 'Heh? She's pressing four fingers against my mouth?'
"Come on, mouth open. Suck. This time, it's not Finger-Ichigo-dick... It's Zoe's big black cock fingers, okay...? Become a pro at them, and you'll be able to suck Ichigo-kun's beta dick super well."
…
It felt like Orihime was doing something unbelievably wrong and dirty.
Nonetheless, with eyes focused on Zoe's half-exposed shaft and the fresh spot of precum on her pants, she opened her mouth and-
"Whooops!" Zoe pulled her hand back. "Sorry... I need to adjust my cock ."
"Adjust your cock - Oh ..."
Zoe inserted the hand into her pants, grabbed her tip, and moved it slightly for some reason – perhaps comfort. She did not pull the pants up whatsoever, leaving half her veiny, girthy shaft still exposed.
When her fingers came back to Orihime's lips, they were different.
Musky.
...Soaked in precum from her glans…
"There we go. Suck."
THUMP-THUMP!
THUMP-THUMP!
THUMP-THUMP!
THUMP-THUMP!
THUMP-THUMP!
Orihime's mind was empty, unable to focus on anything but the glistening, musky fingers in front of her lips.
She opened her mouth and-
"Whooooops! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize my fingers were dirty with precum! I didn't do it on purpose, okaaaay? Let me wipe them on my hoodie first-"
"It's okay!"
"Hm...?"
"I-i-it's okay...! I don't mind...! H-hah ... It's just a little bit...!"
"Really...?" Zoe tilted her head, asking with an amused gaze and no smile. "Do you really want to, Orihime-san? To lick the precum off my fingers...?"
"W-w-well... I-it's not that I want to... It's more like I don't care... H-hah ... I just want to practice sucking your fingers off, s-so let's get on with it already...!"
"Hm... But it feels like an unfair trade, doesn't it?"
"Unfair trade...?"
"I'm giving you my precum and even let you see half my shaft... So why don't I get to see anything?"
"Wh-what...?" Orihime was confused.
Trade?
Since when were they trading?
Did Zoe just make that up?
…
'But maybe I am being a bit unfair...!' Orihime was too enraptured. "Uhm... What should-"
"Shirt off. Let me see those knockers." She ordered in a cold voice.
Orihime obeyed right away, removing her shirt and throwing it to the side.
There was no question in her heart.
She got to see half of Zoe's amazing shaft, so it was only fair to uneventfully show her cleavage off.
"Hoh..." Zoe ogled Orihime's chest for several seconds. "...Those are the fattest jugs I have ever seen... But I don't think your bra is very good, Orihime-san."
"I-is it ugly...?"
"No... It's just bad at hiding your hard nipples."
Orihime looked down, burning red from shame. Her nipples protruded through her bra from how erect they were; Now that she noticed them, they also felt sensitive as they chafed.
A sign of clear arousal. Even Orihime knew that much.
Zoe did not call her out on it, just staring with an amused grin; The coldness from mere seconds ago was gone. "Thank you for letting me see your cleavage. So generous, Orihime-san..."
"I-it's a trade, so..."
"Hm... Trade? Isn't that a little mechanical?"
"What...? B-but you said... Uh..."
"Isn't it more likely that you misunderstood what I said? Or do you think I'm the sort of girl who has transactional relationships with her friends? I thought we were on the path to becoming close friends, Orihime-san... I even made that big promise for free..."
"H-h-hang on...! I wasn't trying to imply that...! It's my fault, I'm sorry!"
"I see... Then, to apologize, you have to suck these really hard, okay?' She pressed the four fingers against her lips, soaked in precum.
"Ghluuurgh...!" Orihime opened her mouth and took them in without hesitation.
Why WOULD she hesitate?
...Sucking Zoe's fingers felt so natural…
And so…
"Ghlurgh...! Shlrrrp...! Shluuurp...!" Orihime thrust her head back and forth, orally engulfing the full length and thickness of Zoe's four fingers every single time.
"Bhlurgh...! Shluuurp...! Ghlrghh...!" It was harder than the first two, requiring her to drop her jaw much more than before.
"Shlrrrrp...! Bhluuurgh...! Ghlrghhh...!" Regardless, if Rangiku could orally service Zoe's enormous cock, Orihime could orally service her fingers. Fueled by that, she devotedly pistoned her head again and again.
To become better for Ichigo's sake, she passionately devoured Zoe's fingers, swirling her wet tongue around them based on nothing but a female instinct on how to suck.
...Not because she wanted to taste the SALTY, MUSKY, DELICIOUS precum on them…
...Not because she immersed herself in the sight of Zoe's BEAUTIFUL half-bare shaft throbbing and growing veinier…
...Not because she WORSHIPPED the growing mark of precum on Zoe's sweatpants…
Indeed, none of that. All to practice for Ichigo, her beloved husband who waited for her in Japan.
"Ghlrgh...! Bhlrgh...! Shlrrp...!" Moved by that noble, innocent goal, she orally fucked Zoe's fingers repeatedly and passionately, only ever slowing down when her gag reflex got in the way.
Again and again and again…
Until…
"I'm about to nut ." ...Zoe said something very weird.
Orihime stopped. ' Nut ? Nut means... Orgasm? Huh?' She moved her gaze to Zoe's pants.
The throbbing had turned into small, rhythmic spasming; The fresh wet spot had become a full-on internal puddle.
Orihime had sucked her fingers so well that Zoe's hard-to-please black cock was on the verge of sexual release just from watching.
Next, her eyes moved up to meet Zoe's.
The half-lidded, cold-hearted expression had returned. It carried so much impatience and authority that Orihime felt like an insect under its pressure.
"Ran-chan is about to make that guy bust. I can tell from the sounds. After everything I've done for you, it'd be pretty unfair if I didn't get a fat nut out too, don't you think? If we're close friends, you agree, right?"
Orihime nodded slowly without thinking much about it.
Was Zoe not behaving outside the implied terms of their friendship and 'practice'?
Either way, it felt impossible to disagree with her.
Zoe grabbed the back of Orihime's head with one hand and forcefully pulled it back, making her face fully look up. "Ghnnn!"
"Let me teach you another thing. This is called facefucking ."
' Facefuck -'
SCHLURGE!
"GHLRGHH!"
SCHLURGE! SCHLURGE! SCHLURGE!
"BHLRGHHH! GHLRGHHH! SHLRRRRRP!" Orihime's controlled slurps turned into psychotic, desperate, WET gurgling.
Zoe had begun SINKING her four fingers back and forth into her mouth. With her face fully angled up, they reached deeper than before, scratching the back of her throat.
"GHLUURGH! BHLRGHHH! GHLOORGH!"
Each dig violently bullied her gag reflex. Orihime could feel herself stuck on the edge of puking again and again – whether she did not puke because of Zoe's skill or sheer luck, she could not tell.
"SHLRRRP! GHLRGHHH! BHLRGHHH!"
Multiple times, Orihime tried to move her head or use her hands to resist the rough facefucking, but Zoe's grip on her hair was painfully ruthless, and grabbing her arm did nothing to contain her.
Regardless, her attempts at resistance ceased entirely once her teary eyes met Zoe's gaze.
Cold, raw authority.
Orihime let her arms dangle by her side and gave up control of her head.
...It was just natural to obey the superior woman in exchange for her approval…
SCHLURGE! SCHLURGE! SCHLURGE!
"GHLRGHH! BHHLRGHH! GHLUURGH!" Orihime fully gave in despite the tears, drool, and redness ruining her face. The pain in her throat and soreness in her jaw were entirely irrelevant before Zoe's desire to finger-abuse her face. Loads of spit splurged out of her mouth, forming a puddle within her fleshy cleavage, pooling against her bra.
Though, it would be dishonest to say it was all just submission.
Orihime's lack of defiance had a desire within it too.
...She wanted to make Zoe orgasm…
SCHLURGE! SCHLURGE! SCHLURGE!
"BHLRGHHH! SHLRRRRP! GHLRGHHHH!" It took very little time for Orihime to feel suffocated. It was impossible to breathe under the stress of having her mouth and throat fingered so brutally and mercilessly.
That said, it was okay.
The more oxygen-deprived she was…
"Hah...! Hah...! HAH...! HAH...!" ...The heavier Zoe panted.
She was getting off on abusing her face.
Orihime was going to make Zoe's big black cock orgasm by offering her mouth as a sacrifice to feed whatever sadistic or dominant desires she had.
'Yes...! She looks really close...! Look at how tense her neck and face are...! I think she's about to do it! Nut, nut, nut, nut, nut...! '
Zoe clenched her teeth.
One of her eyes closed halfway.
She stopped breathing.
Her abdomen contracted.
And then...!
"Oops! Ran outta time!" ...She pulled her hand away from Orihime.
"Puah! * Cough...! Cough...! Cough...! * What...?!" Orihime paid attention to the sounds coming from the bathroom.
"Guuuuh! Uuuugh! Ghhhhh!" ...The old man was ejaculating into Rangiku's mouth with the weirdest, most awkward groans possible. His entire body jerked and spasmed as Rangiku slowly moved her head back and forth to gently finish him off.
Orihime looked at Zoe's pants.
Her gigantic black cock was QUAKING and POURING precum. If they had kept going for just a little longer, there would have been a sizable release of semen. Zoe was even slightly sweaty from the strain of near-orgasm spreading throughout her lean physique.
"Th-there's still time...!"
"Hm? But it's okay, Orihime-san. You learned plenty already!"
"Heh? B-but... Didn't you want to... To nut ?"
"Ah, but I changed my mind! That's okay, right? Unless... Did you *want* me to get off? Were you excited for my nut ...?"
"I-I"
"Well, I don't care either way, so whatever! Hahahah!" She scratched her messy hair.
…
Orihime was fascinated.
How was it possible for someone to so recklessly and carefreely do whatever they wanted without a single care for the expectations around them?
...She envied that freedom…
There was one more thing that fascinated Orihime about Zoe: Her uncanny ability to change moods in a flash.
Right then, while they looked at each other, Zoe's mood changed in real-time.
Her face expressed malice and lust.
"Orihime-san..."
"Y-yes...?"
"I think I changed my mind again. I *wanna* nut now... But not with crappy face-fingering. That's for losers... I can't believe you made me go through that. Shouldn't you have offered to jerk me off with your tits at least? Why else did you pop them out? Just to tease me? What a shitty friend..."
"Wh-wha-...? That's not what happened-"
"That's okay, that's okay! I forgive you, so don't sweat it!"
"I- Th-thank you... Thank you." On her knees with spit running down her chin and onto her cleavage, Orihime felt too weak, embarrassed, and vulnerable to combat Zoe's rewriting of history. 'I don't want her to get mad at me, so it's better this way...'
"Unlike you, though, I'm a good friend and keep my promises. So, stay out here, okay? I don't want you to become too dirty because of what you might see."
"What are you talking about? I don't understand- Hey...! Ow...!"
Zoe grabbed Orihime's hair and shifted her around, sitting her against the wall. "You stay right here. Don't look inside the bathroom. Just rest your back against the wall and wait like a good, pure girl. Otherwise..." She squatted down and whispered in her ear. "...You might become so dirty that I have no choice but to treat you like a whore... Like Ran-chan. You don't want that, do you...? Because I have no mercy on dirty girls... None at all..."
"..." Orihime said nothing, oppressed by her confusion and the weight of Zoe's words and aura.
"I know! Here, take care of Umi!" Zoe picked her cat up from the table and handed it to Orihime. "When you feel like doing something bad, just squish the cat . That'll help you calm down. Just focus on squishing the cat and you won't see anything that might tarnish your pure little head."
"..." Orihime held Umineko in a hug.
"Ah... Did you know, Orihime-san...? In America, pussy is a synonym for cat. Isn't that interesting...?"
"..."
"By the way, did you know Ran-chan has a weak spot? She's the only woman who's ever matched me in sex marathons, but she has this weak spot that makes her go really crazy."
"What is it...?"
"Hm? Why do you care? What a weird question. Did you hit your head? You'll stay here like I asked you, right? Don't peek." Zoe stood up. Her large stature and intense demeanor oozed pressure and authority that Orihime could not bring herself to question or challenge in any way; The ENORMOUS, half-bare shaft and HUGE, MUSKY precum spot on her pants added even more weight to that pressure. "If you feel like doing something dirty, squish the cat lots and lots, okay?"
She entered the bathroom.
Orihime did not understand what Zoe was about to do until she heard her scream at the old man. A few seconds later, he ran out of the diner, pulling his pants up.
Zoe had taken the keys from him and kicked him out with the promise that she would leave them by the entrance once she was done.
'Done with what...?' Orihime asked herself.
"W-w-wait, you're going to use that hole right now?!" Rangiku asked.
There was no follow-up question or answer.
PLAP!
"NGHOOOOH !"
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"UNGH ! MNGHH ! OOOH ! HOH ! UNGH ! NGHH ! GHNN ! UGHN !"
Only guttural wails.
'She still hasn't called or texted? I'm starting to get worried...' Ichigo felt slightly nervous.
…
'I'm such an idiot. While I'm worried for no reason, I bet Orihime is having a chill time in America with Rangiku and whoever her friend is.'
Orihime was COMPLETELY calm.
Her eyes were wide open.
Her lips parted.
She was unable to blink or breathe.
Her heart hammered against her chest.
But she WAS calm.
Perfectly calm and still.
She had not moved a single muscle since the first wail came out of the bathroom.
Her full concentration was directed to listening to the nonstop pounding.
…
Which one, though?
THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP!
Her heart's...?
Or…
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
...The wet pounding coming from the bathroom beside her?
It was hard to distinguish one from the other. Both poundings were constant at the same rhythm.
"NGHOH ! OOOH ! UUGNH ! MNGHH ! NGHUUUUUUUUH !!!" ...But only one of the two pounding was responsible for Rangiku's mad wailing.
That was all she did.
"NGH ! MNGH ! HOOH ! GHNN ! UUNGH ! NGHUH !" Wail and wail and wail in perfect synchronization with the wet clapping that relentlessly played inside the bathroom.
As for Zoe…
" Is that the best you can do, Ran?! Huh?! Give me some dirty talk, you fat-ass White whore! Come on! Make it count for me! What's the point of breaking your ass wide open if you won't even thank me for it?! Aren't we friends?! What kind of shitty friend makes you work for it and doesn't show any appreciation?! " She said things to Rangiku in English.
Orihime had a hard time following it. Not only was it in English, but it also came out contaminated by groaning, grunting, wet clapping, and wailing.
'It sounds like she's taunting Rangiku... But she's not saying anything back... All she does is moan like a maniac...! Why...?'
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"OOOH ! NGHH ! MNGHH ! UNGH !"
On some level, Orihime understood why.
Rangiku did nothing but wail and pant because she could do nothing but wail and pant. Her body was undergoing excruciating abuse and physical duress.
…
But what type of abuse and physical duress?
The sounds and context offered more than enough explanation, but Orihime could not believe it without directly seeing it happening.
After all, she had gotten a good look at half of Zoe's ENORMOUS shaft a few minutes ago.
...It was simply impossible for that thick, meaty object to be penetrating Rangiku's body right now…
'Unless... Maybe... Just a little bit of it is inside Rangiku...?' Orihime found a viable answer.
Then, she took note of the harsh, violent sounds of flesh-on-flesh mauling.
Whatever was going on inside the bathroom had to involve MERCILESS, BRUTAL collision.
'When... When Ichigo and I have sex, he sometimes gets a little carried away and thrusts hard. I think there's a little bit of clapping when he does that... But...'
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"MNGHUH ! NGHUH ! OOOOH !"
...It was not even remotely the same as what she heard now.
'For their hips to touch, Zoe would have to be sticking that entire black thing inside Rangiku... That entire... B-big black cock...! That's impossible...! It has to be...! B-but wait... She said Rangiku regularly takes the entire thing inside her throat?!' Orihime grabbed the base of her neck, measuring how deep it'd go. 'Her thing would reach even deeper than this, right...?! What about down here?!' She ran a finger up and down her bare stomach.
If Zoe was truly shoving her full black cock inside Rangiku, it would have to mean it pushed far past her navel.
The thought horrified Orihime.
Would that not be extremely painful?
"NGHOOH ! MNGHOH ! OOOOH !" ...Rangiku's wails suggested otherwise.
As Orihime listened on, she took note of another interesting fact.
There were TWO sources of clapping.
One was wetter than the other.
'How is that possible...?' Her curiosity grew and grew.
In an effort to understand better, Orihime did something unthinkable: Move her gaze slightly to the side without turning her head.
This entire time, she had remained locked in place, sitting with her back against the wall beside the bathroom door as ordered by Zoe, with her cat gently hugged against her chest.
The act of looking slightly to the side took tremendous effort from her because it felt like she was disobeying Zoe... Even though there was no reason whatsoever for her to care about obeying Zoe in the first place.
It was a natural instinct. Orihime wanted Zoe's approval.
So, she moved her gaze very slightly to the side without turning her head; Anything more was prohibited.
That tiny eye motion gave her access to a new sight: The floor in front of the bathroom's door.
There were several drops of a transparent, sticky liquid on it.
'Did someone spill over a drink...?' Was her first thought.
Her second thought was…
'...Why are there more drops splashing there...? It's coming from inside the bathroom...'
…
Orihime's vagina was wet.
Was Rangiku's vagina also wet?
Was her vagina getting struck so fiercely that her wet juices splashed all the way to outside the bathroom?
…
'...Are Zoe's balls so big and heavy that they are swinging against Rangiku's wet clit and vagina, making it splash all the way out here...? Are... Black balls that powerful...?'
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"NGHH ! MNGH ! UNGH ! GHNN ! OOOH ! HOOOH !"
More drops splashed out onto the floor.
Endlessly.
Continuously.
If there were small drops by the outside of the door, how wet was the floor inside the bathroom?
...Could there be a full-on puddle...?
Orihime wanted to look.
She wanted to understand.
Her imagination ran far too wild; The scenarios in her head were far too fantastical; The answers were far too surreal.
Sex could not be that ferocious. There had to be another explanation.
Otherwise…
Otherwise…
'...Otherwise, I don't think I've ever had real sex...' She could not control the envy taking hold of her heart.
Rangiku's moans implied a great deal of pleasure, even if painful and scary.
Orihime wanted to feel that same pleasure.
...Just a little bit…
'I could peek...! Find out...! Know if I'm imagining things... Yeah...! I can do that...! The door is right beside me... I just gotta peek over the corner...!' Orihime's breathing escalated out of control, almost hyperventilating from curiosity-driven agitation.
She wanted to peek purely for dirty sexual curiosity. There was no other justification, nor did she try to find any.
There was not enough willpower in her soul. The heat between her legs burned it all away.
Orihime wanted to look because she was a dirty, dirty girl.
No one knew about that but her.
...And maybe Zoe.
…
'I can't look...! I promised to Zoe that I wouldn't look...!' Orihime stopped herself.
What an odd experience.
Orihime stopped herself not due to internal willpower, but external willpower; The desire for Zoe's approval. Her promise to her had to be kept.
How much had Orihime been consumed already?
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Still…
" Give me something! White WHORE! Show me you're a proper friend! Didn't you beg me yesterday to shove it in you?! Isn't this good enough?! You want more?! Is our friendship really just transactional?! Huh?! Huh?! I'm giving it my all here, so why don't you do it too?! You think squeezing up and making my cock feel good counts for anything?! I'm a girl too! I like heart-to-heart shit! Say something cute! "
...The appeal of the frantic sounds coming from inside the bathroom…
"OOH ! CUMMING ! I'M CUMMING ! ON YOUR BIG BLACK COCK ! YES, YES, YEEEEEES ! UUUUUUUUUUUNGH !!! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUUUUUUUCK !!! "
...Was stronger than the desire to be approved by Zoe.
Orihime felt herself losing control.
'What do I do...?! I'm gonna look...! I'm gonna look...!'
"Meooow..."
…
Orihime looked down.
She had a cat gently hugged against her chest.
It seemed to want attention.
'Ah... Of course... That's right... That's what I gotta do... Hahah...'
Squish the cat.
SQUISH...!
If she felt like doing something dirty, she should squish the cat.
SQUISH...!
Looking would be bad and dirty, so she did not look.
She squished the cat.
SQUISH...!
It began to purr.
Cats did like being squished.
How great.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"CUMMING ! THANK YOU ! FOR FUCKING ! MY- OOOOOOH !!! FUUUUUCK ! IT'S DRILLING THE FUCK OUTTA MEEEEEE ! NGHUUUUUUUUH ! STICK IT IN, STICK IIIIN ! KEEP GOING, YES, YES, YES ! NUT DEEP INTO MY- MNGHOOOOOOOOOOH !!!"
" That's the best you got?! Fuck, you're a worthless friend! I thought you were a special girl, but you're just another generic snowbunny who turns stupid with black dick, aren't you?! Huh?! Aren't you?! "
SQUISH...!
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
" YES ! I'M JUST A CUMHOLE ! USE ME TO MILK A FAT NUT ! NGHUUUUH ! FILL ME UP, PLEEEEEEASE ! I WANNA FEEL IT ALL DEEP IN MY- MNGHOOOOH !!!"
" You slutty bitch...! You're making it all about yourself...! You really do just use me! You just can't trust snowbunnies to be loyal friends, can you? All you think about is yourself! I'm gonna give you exactly what you want then...! "
SQUISH...!
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"NGHOH ! OOOH ! UNGH ! MNGH !"
"KHH! GRR! GHH! NGH!"
SQUISH...!
Zoe and Rangiku stopped talking, doing nothing but grunting, groaning, and wailing at each other.
SQUISH...!
Orihime's thoughts and heartbeat were muffled by the sounds.
SQUISH...!
More drops of female juices splashed onto the floor beside her.
SQUISH...!
The pervasive, heavy smell coming from the bathroom became stronger.
SQUISH...!
Orihime wanted to see...!
SQUISH...! SQUISH...! SQUISH-
"Mrooow!"
"Ow...!" Orihime let go of Umineko after being scratched in the arm.
Apparently, there was a limit to how much cats enjoyed being squished. Umineko returned to the table, stretched herself out, and napped.
…
'A-ah... Ah...' Orihime still wanted to look into the room, and now had no cat to squish.
What a horrible predicament!
All of a sudden, controlling her dirty desire to peek became much, much more difficult. The best she could do was devote her full focus to keeping her back glued to the wall.
'I-I'm not gonna move...! I'm not gonna move-'
BZZZZZZZ...!
Her phone rang.
It was Ichigo.
'Ah...! I didn't call him after we got here. He must be worried, but how am I supposed to talk to him. If I do...'
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"NGHUH ! UNGH ! MNGH !"
...Ichigo would hear everything.
He would know she was a dirty woman.
...Orihime was only loved as an innocent, pure girl…
'But I can't just not take the call. That'd be bad too. So I have no choice but to...'
…
'...To get up and close the bathroom door... H-hah ... That'll muffle the sounds, and I can talk to Ichigo then... Yeah... That's a good plan...' She got up and approached the door. 'I'll do it with closed eyes so I don't see anything...! So I don't break my promise to Zoe...!'
Alas, closing a door with closed eyes was tougher than anticipated. Orihime simply could not find the handle to pull the door.
If she took much longer, Ichigo might suspect something was wrong too. She needed to take the call quickly. And Zoe might take note of her too – if she had not already.
Therefore, she had no choice but to open her eyes a little bit.
Just a little bit.
Merely to find the handle... Though she might see a little bit of something else by accident too.
It was okay.
She was only doing it to be able to safely answer the call.
Breaking her promise to Zoe was so much easier when she had a totally valid justification.
With that single-minded purpose in mind, Orihime opened her eyes.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"OOOH ! CUMMING ! CUMMING ! CUMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING !!! "
"KHHH!!! GRRRR!!! GHHHHH!!!"
"..."
Zoe was a sex monster.
...And Rangiku was an enthusiastic victim.
'Huh? The call timed out? She didn't answer me?' Ichigo was surprised. 'Now I'm getting a little worried... Well, I guess it's fine. I'll try again later. I'm sure Orihime knows what she's doing.'
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
'WhatamIdoingwhatamIdoingwhatamIdoingwhatamIdoingwhatamIdoing?!' Orihime panicked, having no idea what she was doing.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
Her body moved on its own after catching a small glance of the sight inside the bathroom. Instead of closing the door, she rushed back to the wall and sat down with her back pressed against it once more.
And then…
And then...!
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
She unzipped her jeans, slid a hand into her panties, and lost control of it.
It was a bizarre experience, as if part of her body had become independent from her mind. Even if she wanted to stop it, she could not.
The independent hand MAULED her pussy and clitoris with FRENZIED, DESPERATE rubbing, kneading, and grabbing on the flesh of her wet folds, producing loud, wet squelching as a result.
All the while, her mind obsessively visualized what she had seen for a half-second inside the bathroom.
Rangiku bent against the wall nude, getting BRUTALIZED by Zoe's sweaty, athletic, glistening body.
...In the ass.
Anal sex.
Orihime knew of its existence but had never seen it; Not even online.
That made the sight of Zoe's ENORMOUS, HARD, VEINY black cock going in and out of her ass even more astounding.
Orihime only caught a small glimpse of the full thing, but it was enough to be forever burned into her memory.
Zoe's 12-inch cock was COLOSSALLY HUGE AND THICK.
That same cock was AGGRESSIVELY and MERCILESSLY burying itself into Rangiku's anal cavity again and again; So forcefully that each motion resulted in LOUD impacts, sending shockwaves across her meaty ass; Her heavy, round, huge tits swung along with the bouncing of her body despite their firmness.
How could Rangiku take such a large penis inside her?
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
'It's not about Rangiku *being able*...! It's about what Zoe *wants*...!'
Zoe wanted to bottom her cock out inside Rangiku's asshole, so she would.
It was a simple truth of the universe; A rule of sex. If Zoe wanted to shove it in deep, she would shove it in deep.
Via ruthless force alone, Zoe grabbed hard onto Rangiku's waist and CRASHED her hips with enough force that Rangiku's insides had no choice but to give way; Accommodate the rock-hard invader.
Earlier, Orihime had seen half of Zoe's girthy, veiny shaft from up-close. She knew it was a force of nature capable of rearranging a woman's insides with ease. That must have been why there was a massive bulge protruding from Rangiku's flat stomach.
...It was certainly capable of rearranging Orihime's insides too…
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
'It's on fire, it's on fire, it's on fire...! My vagina is on fire...! Why does it feel so achy and throbby?!!!' Orihime was going crazy with the heat in her groin, which continued to grow stronger no matter how much her hand kneaded, rubbed, and grabbed.
It might have been her own fault for refusing to stop thinking about what she had seen.
...The sight of hardcore sex between the strong, dominant Rangiku and the ruthless, animalistic Zoe, who happened to have a gigantic black cock…
…
Was it still accurate to call Rangiku dominant or strong?
She most certainly did not look that way with her eyes rolled up and her tongue hanging out, drooling and tearing as her body quaked nonstop from being anally abused by a penis thicker than her own forearm.
Was her face that twisted because of the sticky jets of pussy juice BLASTING from her pussy, which was stimulated by nothing but Zoe's swinging balls crashing against it? As Orihime theorized earlier, there was, indeed, a puddle of female juices on the floor.
Rangiku looked pitifully vulgar and submissive, broken down by a black cock despite being a powerful Soul Reaper.
...Dirty…
Orihime was dirty too, since she broke her promise with Zoe and went ahead with peeking on something she could never forget.
...Would Orihime look even more pitifully vulgar and submissive if Zoe fucked her ass like that...?
…
'Hah... What am I thinking about...? "Would I look pitifully vulgar"...? How else do I look right now?!' She examined her current state.
Orihime was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, masturbating furiously with nothing on her upper body but a bra that barely suppressed her erect nipples. Her hand – which continued to move on its own despite her best mental efforts to stop it – was SOAKED in female juices that oozed from her quivering pussy lips.
Not once in her life had Orihime gotten that wet or felt that good.
During the past few minutes of masturbation, listening, and introspective reflection, she achieved multiple orgasms, trembling in place.
It was easier for her to orgasm like a voyeuristic pervert than with Ichigo in bed.
Orihime was already pitifully vulgar. The only thing missing was the submissive part.
She needed to stop.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
"Hah... ! Hah... ! Hah... !" She could not.
Worse yet: She lost control of her other hand, which slid inside her bra to knead and smash her boobs and nipples.
Cumming felt so good that her body was no longer hers.
Was that why dirty women existed? Because they learned the pleasure of orgasming quickly and easily, so they lost control over themselves to favor cumming as often as possible?
Perhaps Orihime had always been that dirty on an unconscious level. The present experience had simply drawn it out.
'I'm sorry, Ichigo...! I'm sorry...! Please don't stop loving me...! I swear I'll control it...! I won't be this dirty when I get back to Japan...! It's just a little bit right now...! I just can't control my hands...! Nghhhh... ! My vagina is going crazy... ! My nipples feel so swollen...! Cumming, cumming, cumming... !' She mentally apologized to Ichigo for being such a bad woman.
The apologizing did not last too long. Soon enough, the echoes from the bathroom hypnotized her again.
Orihime mentally admired every single inch of the mental photo she captured during her quick peek.
However, there was one part of that image that she had avoided thinking about until now because it scared her.
Zoe's face.
Complete emotionlessness and emptiness in her eyes despite FERVENT, STRENUOUS effort in hammering Rangiku's anus.
It was the same face she made when finger-fucking Orihime's mouth.
An expression of unabated mercilessness.
She was scared of being looked at that same way again.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
So, so scared…
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
"Ghnnnnn !!!" Scared to the point that her eyes rolled up, her teeth clenched shut, her face burned red, and her entire body spasmed in place from reaching her strongest orgasm yet, oozing juices onto the floor through her panties.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
Would Zoe look at her that way for breaking their promise?
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
The answer to that question was yes.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
Orihime knew that for a fact.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
...Because Zoe had been standing outside the bathroom for the past several seconds, silently side-eyeing her while her massive cock hung parallel to the floor, unable to stand straight due to its weight; It curved significantly at about the halfway point of its length.
Orihime froze, looking up at Zoe without having the bravery to turn her head; Merely a side-glance.
Her hands, however, did not freeze.
SQUELCH! SQUECH! SQUELCH!
...They continued to masturbate her on their own…
Zoe said nothing.
Orihime said nothing too, simply observing the tip of her cock dripping an ENDLESS rope of THICK semen onto the floor, leaking directly from her expanded urethra. It was letting out the last spurts of what must have been a very intense, voluminous ejaculation directly into Rangiku's anus.
Interestingly enough, it was more volume than Ichigo ever shot in a full orgasm.
...Big black cocks were superior…
...Zoe's most of all…
"Hah... Hah... Hah..." Though Zoe said nothing, she did breathe heavily; Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, with veins bulging all throughout her lean, athletic figure. She had truly exerted herself in the act of brutally pummeling Rangiku's rear.
Orihime, too, breathed heavily, though her reasons were a little different.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
"Hah... ! Hah... ! Hah... !" Her independent-moving hands refused to halt.
"Orihime-san..." Zoe finally broke the silence, though she did not turn to face Orihime; Both women side-glanced at each other. One from above with a slight head tilt; The other from below with wide eyes of shame as she orgasmed and masturbated without pause. "...You broke our promise." Her words came out detached and slowly, devoid of emotion, much like her gaze; The large bags under her eyes made her even more intimidating when mixed with the dim lighting of the diner.
"I-I-I... I-I..."
"You said you wouldn't look, but I know you did. That's why you're masturbating now, isn't it? Because you're a dirty, dirty girl..."
"W-w-w-well... I-I-I... I'm just... D-d-doing what you told me...!"
"Hm...? How...?"
Orihime's eyes moved left and right; Her lips twisted into a nervous smile.
She could not believe what she was about to say.
"I-I'm just... H-hahah... Squishing... The cat...!"
"..."
"I-it's a synonym f-for... Pussy... Right...? You said it...? Hahahah..."
"..."
Orihime was beyond nervous. Receiving Zoe's approval had somehow become her entire world. Her charming toxicity had penetrated deep into her inexperienced, horny mind.
The longer Zoe stared at her with utter contempt, the more panic she would feel.
At what point has she become so consumed?
...All that mattered was her fear of being discarded…
"I'm hurt." Zoe muttered.
"B-but..."
"I thought we were friends..."
"W-we are! We are!"
"But friends don't break promises. I kept my promise to you, and you didn't keep yours to me."
"I-I just...! I can't control myself! I got... A-a little horny...! My hands are moving on their own, I swear...!"
"That means you can do whatever you want?" Zoe finally turned to face Orihime.
Then, she took several steps.
And then, she stopped with her throbbing, veiny, wet, smelly, pussy juice-coated, cum-dripping cock right in front of her.
It dangled right above her face.
A mere inch up.
If it somehow curved a tad more, it would touch Orihime's forehead without her having to do anything.
...Or, maybe, she could just move her head slightly up to touch it herself…
"Hah... ! Hah... ! Hah... !" Orihime's breathing grew more erratic, dripping saliva from her hanging tongue as her hands furiously masturbated her pussy and bullied her nipples and tits. Her eyes went bloodshot from opening so wide, worshipping the monster black cock emanating musk right on top of her face.
Zoe tilted her head, resting a hand on her hips. "I was very horny when I let you practice oral sex with my fingers. I wanted to fuck the shit out of your face, but I didn't. Because we're friends, right...?" She grabbed the shaft of her cock with the other hand.
"Y-y-yes, we're friends... Hah... ! Friends... !"
"Really...?" Zoe began slowly stroking her cock.
...SCARILY HARD.
Orihime's jaw dropped further; Her tongue dangled out more.
It was an indescribably enticing sight.
Zoe's hand CRUSHED through the hardness of her penis, slowly pumping the full length to the end of the tip before moving back to the base to go through the full length again, as if she was trying to milk the last drops of semen from out of her urethra.
It worked.
...Drop after drop of sticky, creamy semen pooled itself between Orihime's tits…
...All she had to do was move her face slightly forward and it would land on her tongue…
...She wanted to taste it...!
"Hah ! Hah ! Hah !" Orihime's breathing grew further out of control.
"I don't think we're friends." Zoe said, stopping her stroking.
"Huh?! Wh-wh-why...?! I'm sorry for breaking my promise! I'm sorry!"
"Then why aren't you trying to do anything to make up for it...? You're just enjoying yourself. All I see is a dirty, dirty girl... I don't have to protect you from becoming a dirty girl if you're already one, do I? When I see dirty girls, I just feel like breaking them instead."
"Z-Zoe-chan-"
"Sama."
"Heh? Ah...! Z-Zoe-sama...! Y-you said... You don't like transactional relationships... S-s-so..."
Zoe's stare became even more contemptuous. "Isn't that just an excuse so you don't have to make up for being such an awful person?"
Was Zoe's logic sound and coherent?
Probably not, but Orihime had no mental ability to perceive, argue, or care.
"You're right! I'm sorry! Forgive me! I'll do anything to make up for it! Whatever you want!" All she cared about was appeasing Zoe and remaining on her good side.
Not because she feared for her life but rather because she feared losing her attention.
...It felt really good to be around Zoe…
"Will you...? Anything...?" She started stroking again.
"Anything! Anything!"
"Then, I want to nut ."
"H-hah... I see... Th-th-then... It's just how it's gotta be... Hahah ..." Orihime spread her legs wide open.
Zoe would fuck her.
If that was the only way to apologize, then it was what it was.
"Hm? Who said anything about fucking you?"
"Wha-...?"
"And isn't it cute how much of a little liar you are?"
'L-liar...?"
"Your hands. Didn't you say they were moving on their own?"
Orihime looked down.
Once she thought Zoe would fuck her, she stopped touching herself.
Her hands were never moving on their own; It was just her excuse to feel less shame.
...Because she was a dirty, dirty girl.
Nonetheless, it was important to be fair to Orihime.
She was not the only liar there.
Zoe's cock was definitely girthier than four fingers and a half.
"GHLRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
DEFINITELY.
'I've been calling Orihime nonstop for half an hour and she won't answer. She's not responding to my texts either. Rangiku is the same. What the hell...?' Ichigo could not avoid getting worried.
It was highly atypical of Orihime to not get back to him quickly, much less not answer his calls for so long. The context of her being in another country made it even more concerning.
'I know she's safe with Rangiku, but still...! Heh? Oh, she's calling me!' Ichigo took the call right away. "Hello? Orihim-"
"Ghlrghhhhhhhhhhhh...!" A desperate, muffled gurgle cut him off.
"Huh? H-hello?"
" Ah! I didn't expect you to answer so quickly! Hello, Ichigo-kun! "
"What? Who is this-"
"Bhlrghhhhhhhh...! Ghlrghhhhhhhhhh...!" The constant gurgling sound in the background called his attention again.
"What is that noise?!"
" Ah, don't mind it, don't mind it! Is it better if I speak in Japanese? Don't mind the accent, okay? It's a pleasure to meet you, Ichigo-kun!"
"Uh? Ah, yeah... My English isn't that great. Could it be that you're Rangiku's friend? Zoe, right...?"
"That's right, that's right! Waaaah, I'm famous in Japan! I feel so privileged!"
"Ahahah... Pleasure to meet you. Why are you answering the phone for Orihime? And what is that sound in the back...?"
"That's because Orihime-san can't answer right now. I'm sorry I didn't hear her phone vibrating earlier. There's just a lot of noise here, you know...?"
"A lot of noise..." Ichigo paused.
Indeed, there was a lot of noise.
"Bhlrghhhhh...! Shlrrrrrrrrrrp...! Ghlrghhhhhhhh...!"
"Why can't Orihime take the phone? Is she... Is she puking? Is that what that sound is?"
"Ah, how do I say it... My Japanese isn't perfect, hm... Her throat is under a lot of stress right now."
"Why? Did she drink or eat too much?"
"Too much...?" Zoe paused for a moment; It sounded like she chuckled in secret. "...A lot of meat... But she's enjoying it."
He was confused by her answer. "Enjoying it?! If she's puking, tell her to stop eating!"
"But Orihime-san can't help herself, Ichigo-kun. She loves black meat too much..."
"Black meat? What?"
"Yes. Orihime-san is hooked on American-made black meat. She can't stop gobbling it down."
"Uh..." He had no idea what to say to that; Moreover, Zoe's way of saying it was weird.
Either way, there was likely not much reason for him to worry.
"Bhlrrrrghhhhh... Ghlrghhhhhhhhh ... Shlrrrrrrrppp... Ghluuuuuurgh... " The muffled gurgling was becoming weaker and quieter as the conversation went on, suggesting that Orihime was probably almost finished puking.
"Well... Tell her to call me once she's done."
"Okay, okay! I'll tell her, but it might take a while! There's a lotta black meat left for her to eat... And nut !"
"S-sure..."
"By the way, Ichigo-kun! Can I have your number? Since Orihime-san will be staying at my place for a few days, I figured that'd be a good idea, yeah?"
"Yeah, I agree. My number is..." Ichigo gave her his number.
"Aaah, I'm so lucky! First, I make friends with Orihime-san! Now with Ichigo-kun! I'm making lots of friends from the great land of Japan! It's a dream come true! I'm so happy!"
"Y-yeah..." Ichigo was uncomfortable with her enthusiasm and friendliness.
" Ghlrghhhhh... Bhlrghhhhh... "
"Hey, hey... I want to get to know everything about Orihime-san while she's here and become really close friends with her! I want to teach her lots of things too... Maybe we could become friends too, Ichigo-kun. I'd love to teach you some things too..."
"Sure... I guess?"
"Awesome! I'll send you a text gift in a few! It's my way of showing appreciation for sending Orihime-san my way. I've always wanted a friend like her. I promise I'll return her upgraded to you, okay?"
"Hahaha, okay, sure... Just take care of her, okay? I don't want her to be puking all day."
"Oh, don't worry. She's gonna swallow everything."
"Heh? Swallow the puke back? What? That's gross- Hello? Hi...? She hung up on my face... What did she mean by 'swallow'? It must be a language barrier thing... I hope Orihime calls me soon. Ah, shoot, I didn't even ask about Rangiku. Why is SHE not taking my calls?"
A few minutes later, Ichigo received a text from a number she assumed to belong to Zoe.
"Wha...!" Its contents shocked him.
Zoe had sent him an image of interracial porn.
'W-what kind of girl is this?! I don't want her around Orihime if she might show this kinda crap to her...!'
…
'D-damn... Do people really consume this type of hardcore porn in America...? This is a little too harsh...' He examined the image.
It showed a light-skinned woman with long blonde hair and huge breasts getting her face destroyed in unconventional oral sex.
The woman was on her knees with her face looking up as a MASSIVE black penis rested fully hilted into her throat, bulging it out all the way to the base of her neck; An equally massive set of black balls rested on the woman's face, covering her eyes, nose, and forehead.
A brutal, painful angle of deep penetration that almost looked aimed at spearing one's throat out from within. To be able to do it in such a position required a short girl and a tall man, or else it would be too difficult with the girl kneeling instead of lying on a table or bed.
Porn really was crazy in America.
'I'm gonna have to tell Orihime to watch out for this girl. I don't think she's a good influence... Does Rangiku know this? Tch... Maybe they watch porn together. Freaks... I bet this stuff isn't even real. It's gotta be CGI or something.'
No one could have such a big penis, nor could any woman actually endure its penetration.
'I mean, just look at the girl in this image. Her neck is so veiny and strained that it looks like she's suffocating. Maybe she actually is... Look at how red her face and chest are. Her eyes are behind the dick and balls, but she must be in tears... And all that drool and... Semen... Damn...'
If the girl was real, there was no doubt she was under tremendous, excruciating suffering from having her face SENSELESSLY pummeled in that position for a long, long time.
'If she starts showing Orihime this sort of porn, she's not gonna like it.'
Orihime was a pure, innocent girl who had no interest in that sort of thing.
'Thank God.'
Something touched Rangiku on the face.
"Mroooow...!"
"Ugh... Huh...? Umi...? What...? Where am I-" Her nose took note of the reek of hardcore sex inside the cramped-up bathroom. "Ah... Right..."
Rangiku had been left unconscious inside the bathroom with her face on the floor and her ass raised high after Zoe finished ejaculating inside her ass.
'To be left out cold like this... Zoe is ruthless... Ugh...' It took Rangiku a little bit to recover her strength and sit up.
When it came to sex, Zoe was the only woman to ever match her rhythm. As a Lieutenant Soul Reaper, Rangiku had enough endurance to survive hours and hours of being relentlessly pounded by Zoe and her massive black cock.
...Unless she fucked her in the ass.
Anal sex was Rangiku's weak spot – at least when penetrated by Zoe. She could barely last half an hour before fully losing it, cumming so hard that her consciousness wavered.
'She's such a bitch... She makes me suck that guy off to pay for our food, then she shoves it in my ass without warning me properly, and then she leaves me like this...? She tore my clothes off too... Tch... Look at me...'
Rangiku's entire body was covered in sweat from the physical effort that it took to endure being anally drilled by Zoe. Her lower body was soaked in pussy juice from many squirting orgasms, and semen from the excessive load inside her anus leaking out.
'And I've still got that chubby loser's cum inside my throat a little bit... Ew. I don't know how much time has passed, but my guts feel hollow... My butthole is gaped out like hell... Zoe really rammed into me. I guess she was excited... Well... I came a lot too, so it's not too bad ... I wish she'd give it to my pussy like that, but she's always holding out on me. Jerk...'
"Mrooow...! Meooow...! Mrooooow...!" Umineko pawed at her side.
"Hm...? Ah... I get it. Sorry... Let me help you out, Umi..." Rangiku raised the toilet seat.
Umineko climbed on it to pee.
...Zoe had taught her cat weird tricks.
'No, she didn't! There was no litter box in her house until I bought one for her, so Umi learned to use the toilet! She's such a careless girl! Where even is she-'
" Ghlrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... " A weak, muffled gurgle came from outside the bathroom.
…
'Ah...' Rangiku already imagined what was happening. 'Zoe moved on her quickly, huh...?'
She waited for a few more seconds to regain her leg strength and left the bathroom to check on Zoe and Orihime.
The situation was even rougher than she expected.
"Z-Zoe..."
"Hm? Ah, Ran-chan! You're up!" Zoe stopped using her phone. "You never disappoint me! I really blew your ass out, and you're already up! Look at all that cum pouring out behind you! I bet there's a huge gape but you're already walking. That's why I like you! Haha!" She was in friendly mode, grinning and talking playfully.
...While sitting on Orihime's face with her entire cock BURIED into her throat.
" Bhhlrghhhhhhhhhhh... " The poor girl could not breathe for two reasons: Firstly, the enormous cock bulging her throat out far beyond its capacity; Secondly, the pressure of Zoe's massive, turgid balls against her nose, eyes, and forehead, smothering her in cock musk.
"Isn't this position cool, Ran-chan?! Remember how we tried to do it but it didn't work out because you're too tall? Short girls are awesome! It's like Amazon sex but with the face! Kinda. Right? Ah, but it's okay... I'm not mad at you for being tall. You're always making it up by letting me fuck your face against the bed. It's just as good, you snowbunny whore..."
"Uhm..."
"Hm? Hm? Tell me, tell me! What is it?"
"...I think Orihime needs a break."
"Whaaaat? No way!" Zoe looked down at Orihime.
She was in awful shape, with muscular tension, veins, and redness popping all over her figure – especially around her neck, upper chest, and face. Her throat showed signs of hideous abuse, implying that Zoe did not just lodge her cock into it and stop. Most likely, she had spent a lot of time slamming deep into it again and again to hollow it out for her cock... With tremendous force.
"She's totally fine! She's squeezing, so she must be loving it."
"Squeezing...?" Rangiku examined Orihime's neck. "She's not squeezing...! You're stretching her out because your donkey dick is too big for her small throat. Look at that thing! I can see the shape of your dick through her skin! Hey, isn't she unconscious already?! You're either gonna suffocate or drown her! Look at all that spit and cum running down her body! Give her a break, you sex freak!"
"Hm? No, I think it's okay. I can feel her breathing a little bit against my balls... And she's still making sounds."
" Ghlrghhhhhhhhhh... "
"At least move a little bit so she can get some air... I brought her here to give you a nice toy to play with, but I'm responsible for her well-being, okay?"
"Ah, Ran-chan! That's why I like you! So compassionate! Okay, okay. I'll be compassionate too."
Rangiku had never seen Zoe show compassion a single time; Not in sex, at the very least.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
"GHLRGHH! BHLRGHH! SHLRRRRP!"
...That record remained very much unbroken.
Zoe began SLAMMING her hips up and down while slightly bent over, giving her the perfect angle to drill deep into the kneeling Orihime's throat.
Was she even conscious?
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
"BHLRGHH! GHLRGHH! BHLURGH!" All she did was gurgle and suffer... Though the redness on her face alleviated slightly, suggesting some breath was gained in the small gaps provided by Zoe's cock moving back and forth for deep, merciless oral thrusting.
'I could force her to back off Orihime, but...' Rangiku looked at the floor.
Orihime had been orgasming for a while. Though she still had her jeans on, her zipper was fully pulled down, allowing her many wet orgasms to easily spray onto the floor, forming a puddle.
"Huh... Orihime is a bit of a dirty girl to be cumming so much just from getting her face fucked. It's fun to look at ..."
"Right, right? That's what *I* told her. I think. Kinda. We talked about a lot of things! But you can't judge her, can you? You're the same, Ran-chan..."
"Yeah, but I'm a proud slut."
"Maybe Orihime-san is one too... She's just missing the proud part." Zoe ominously muttered with a head tilt and smirk, moving her hips with ease while maintaining conversation.
She truly was a sex monster.
"She agreed to let you fuck her face like this?"
"I think so...? It feels like she did... Her throat resisted a little, but nothing a good hammering didn't fix. It feels very cozy and warm inside her now. She's got a really nice throat... I kinda wanna sleep with my dick inside it. Remember when we did that? I miss your throat, Ran-chan ..."
"Khhh... You're the worst."
"By the way, by the way, aren't these editing apps awesome? I can change someone's hair color with the click of a button! Waaah, I love AI!" Zoe changed topics and moods as easily as she abused Orihime's throat.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
"BHLRGHHHH! GHLGHHHH! SHLRRRRRP!"
…
"Hey... She really needs a break. Don't you wanna fuck *me* a little bit... ?"
"Nope. I'm already tired of your ass for tonight. Get over it."
"Ghhh... How can you say something so mean in such a nice voice?! At least match the words to your demeanor!"
"But that's just who I am! Hahah!"
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
"GHLRGHHHH! BHLGHHHH! SHLRRRRRP!"
"H-hah ... You're really the worst..."
"Mmm-hmm... I am... So why don't you be the second worst?" Zoe extended a hand and hung her tongue out, licking the air.
She was inviting Rangiku to kiss her.
Rangiku pouted, looking to the side for several seconds before giving in and approaching her, letting herself be hugged with a hand around the low of her back.
"Hey, hey... Ran-chan... Remember how I got my tongue pierced just for you...? It proves we're special friends ..."
"I remember..."
"You're the only girl I kiss, you know that...?"
"That's what you always say..."
"But it's true, Ran-chan... That's why you gotta make sure to give me lots of love-filled kisses whenever I ask..."
"Shlrrrrrp... Shluuuuurp..." They locked lips, sloppily making out. Kissing with Zoe always involved plentiful saliva dripping down their intertwined tongues. 'I was just joking when I told her to pierce it, but she really did it...' Though she felt silly for it, she liked that Zoe modified a part of her body for her.
"Ran-chan..."
"What...?"
"Aren't you gonna tell me that thing you always tell me when we kiss...?"
"...Ghh... There's no point in saying that sort of thing if it's not true..."
"But I loooove hearing it, Ran-chan... So you gotta say it, right?"
…
"...I love you..." Rangiku whispered with an averted gaze.
Zoe chuckled.
"Shlrrrrrrp... Shluuuurp..." They resumed making out.
It was just a lie; A thing Rangiku said one time for whatever reason and now had to repeat every time they kissed.
Rangiku was not the type of woman who felt genuinely romantic love; Just momentary lust. She lived day by day.
How stupid would she have to be to fall in love with a human who lived even more recklessly than her, minute by minute?
Nevertheless, there was something unique about Zoe that made Rangiku ignore everything.
"GHLRGHHHHHHHHHH!!! Bhlrghhhhhhh... Shlrrrrrrrrp... " ...She even ignored her friend, who was once more choking out due to Zoe quitting thrusting to keep her massive cock resting fully into her throat.
"Ran-chan."
"Yes...?"
"I'm gonna nut . Ghhh… KHHH…!" Her abdomen started spasming with FIERCE contractions; Her enormous balls trembled as they tried sucking into her body; The MASSIVE protrusion hilted inside Orihime's throat SHOOK nonstop, further ruining the shape and skin of her neck. "GRRRR…! KHHH…!" Groans and grunts of excruciating physical effort escaped from her tensed-up face.
"Okay. Nut a lot. Shlrrrrrrp... Shluuuuurp..." She kissed Zoe harder to be with her while she strenuously pumped cum.
" Bhrlghhhhhhhhhhhh... " And Orihime passed out.
Protecting her was entirely secondary before pleasing Zoe.
It was okay.
Orihime understood that by now too.
...After only a few hours into their girl's trip.