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Kurosaki Orihime had locked up the clinic from the outside tonight. Her husband was gone for the night on business, and Yuzu-chan and Karin-chan had taken Kazui for a night in the city; movies, dining, sights. Kon-kun was with them, so it was the rare opportunity she had to be alone and do whatever matronly duties she could.
She pumped her fist excitedly as she walked past the front gate heading to the porch. Of course she planned to cook! New concoctions to create new, exciting dishes that her family would be apprehensive about if they saw it in its creation. And there was a movie that Tatsuki-chan had lent them; Ichigo-kun had set it aside the Blu-ray player and had forgotten about it. But determined to watch and return it with a detailed opinion, Orihime giggled to herself, "I'll watch it tonight. Hee-mmph!" Her eyes flashed wide when a gloved hand clapped over her mouth and a heavy weight shoved her forward.
Wh-What?!
It was a man! Dressed in black from head to toe, a black mask over his head, and a rigid piece of flesh and muscle jutting from the front of his pants. She couldn't see it as the side of her face was shoved against the door, but could feel it against her plump rearend as his lean body kept her pinned.
Her heart raced, recalling that Karin-chan had said that there was a molester prowling this area and that Yuzu-chan should be careful. "It's not like we can't defend ourselves," she had said with a wink to her sister-in-law.
But Orihime was caught off guard and unable to even cry out with the hand on her mouth. And the man was working in haste, yanking up her long dress, bunching it over her ass and showing real impatience with her underwear. I-Ichigo-kun…! The fabric snapped, the elastic biting into her tender skin in the direction he pulled. Once her mound was exposed, he found that she was already in heat. He grazed his head against her folds, making a soft sigh of anticipation himself before surging into her.
Ichigo-kun had been gone lately on nights; she was tighter than usual, struggling to take him all in in a single stroke. Standing, he didn't have the best leverage. Her legs were together, and she was hardly inclined when smashed up against the door. And he couldn't give her room, lest she find leeway to wriggle free. In an act of frustration, he shuffled his feet, seeking a better stance to invade her; he pressed hard with a deepthroated grunt, earning a resonating whine from the wife. In response to him, her body gushed and placated his insertion with an abundance of lubrication.
The man struggled behind her. She could already feel him throbbing readily. Ichigo-kun lasted longer than this. Even so, he began to thrust, huffing as he smacked his hips up against her hefty cheeks. Her eyes screwed shut as her cheeks flared.
Ichigo-kun…!
Her phone was going off in her pocket. Who was it? "Mm!" she moaned as she took the hard, timed pounding that shoved her thighs up against the door, her knees sounding like they were knocking. Hopefully, she thought, that Karin-chan, Yuzu-chan, Kazui would not be coming back early and catch her like this. If she didn't answer her phone… they might worry.
The rapist froze suddenly. Voices coming down the street. Both he and his victim looked toward the pathway. Schoolgirls, out on a late evening hangout, so engrossed in their phones and conversations and social media that they didn't even glance at the figure dressed to meld into the shadows. Orihime's chance to be rescued vanished with footsteps and cheery laughter.
But the close-call had frightened the fiend. Abandoning her silence, he committed his hands to her broad hips, yanking her sopping-wet quim over his thrusting cock, thudding hard against her deep cervix. Orihime, whimpering, biting back her sounds of violated pleasure, instinctively pushed back into him, wanting him to finish.
She got her wish rather quickly, the head shoving up against her womb before the wet heat spilled over into her. A great quantity of sperm spread out, searching her uterus and tubes for a spot to fertilize.
Pressing his luck as well as her cervical wall, he held tight against her, his fingers sinking into the lush meat of her hips, fixing her ass up against his waist as he finished emptying his tension into her, flooding her from inside out.
And then, when Orihime showed signs of weakness, he yanked himself out, both of them giving a sudden yelp; him from the pleasure to his ultrasensitive member pulling out through her snug channel, and her from the sudden emptiness while leaking semen. Her feet parted so that the semen would not land on her slippers.
The man staggered back, stuffing his half-arched cock back into his black trousers, and then he took off into the night, his business completed.
Orihime was wheezing, needing a moment against the door to collect her thoughts and recover from the sudden orgasm. With careful motions, trying to adjust her panties – though they were damaged in the pull and drooped loosely from her soaked crotch – she cautiously opened the door and trudged inside.
Step by step, feeling as though she'd stumble and fall, she supported herself against the wall, slowly making her way to the kitchen.
Her phone began to ring again.
She took a break to lean back on the wall and answer. It was Karin-chan; she could hear Yuzu-chan playing with Kazui in the background. The usual update; the movie was good, and so was dinner. They'd be back soon. "Maybe half an hour," Karin said, and in closing, she said as a final thought, "By the way, Ichi-nii called a while ago. He said he might be home tonight."
"Oh," Orihime murmured. "That's…"
"Yeah, after reading that alert about the pervert," Karin went on, "it'd be better if Ichi-nii's around. You have the kind of figure that guys like to peep on."
"K-Karin-chan!" exclaimed Orihime, suddenly lively and cutely livid. There was a laugh on the line, and then a pleasant goodbye. Orihime held onto the phone as she moved into the kitchen.
And there he was; the molester, dressed all in black, sitting at the kitchen table, arms hanging tiredly and his orange-haired head hanging over the backrest as he panted. Noticing his wife walk in, he looked over at her and gave a winded, smiling greeting.
"Ichigo-kun!" Orihime puffed her cheeks, looking put off in a way that Ichigo could not just be idle at. When asked what was wrong, she swung a finger up. "You were supposed to be hiding in our room!"
"H-Hey," he awkwardly tried to defend himself. "I thought you said you wanted to be surprised."
"Hmph!" She stood up straight, puffing out her cheeks like she was a pouting child, putting her hands on her hips. "Karin-chan and Yuzu-chan are bringing Kazui back in an hour, so we don't have much time." She pointed to the stairs and told him to get up there, get in character, and surprise her when she went in for a shower. "A lurking pervert isn't supposed to take off his mask too!"
Ichigo grimaced. He didn't like the mask. It was hot. But his Orihime was a stickler for details, going as far as to send a bulletin to Karin's phone about a supposed-lecher prowling the neighborhood.
But she wanted to make sure Ichigo-kun's homecoming was spectacular!
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