A.N.: This story was written in collaboration with BlueShard20.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: Lemon!

Accidental Fulfillment

One month after TYBW

Urahara Shop

The war with the Vandenreich was over. The Soul Society was now in the somber post-war period of mourning the dead and beginning the slow process of rebuilding their shattered home. The Thirteen Court Guard Squads had taken such heavy losses during the war that it was nothing short of a miracle that they could resume their duties with so few Soul Reapers remaining. The Seireitei had lost more than eighty-five percent of its forces which meant that their surviving troops were stretched thin. With the loss of so many captains, lieutenants and seated officers, the Soul Reapers who were left had to work with tight schedules while Head-Captain Kyoraku struggled to train and replace those they'd lost in the two invasions.

As for the hero of both the Winter War and the war with the Vandenreich, he was taking it easy back in the World of the Living.

Inside Kisuke Urahara's shop, Ichigo Kurosaki sipped his tea while he sat across from the titular shopkeeper as the man appraised him with what was going on in the Soul Society with his friends in the Squads.

Kisuke drank from his own cup but his was filled with saké. His eyes were covered with bandages after undergoing eye surgery to repair the damage caused by the Stern Ritter, Askin. He'd even upgraded his cane zanpakuto to a white cane. "And that's all we have so far. Unfortunately Isane was wounded by one of the Stern Ritters in the Royal Palace and Third-Seat Yamada can only do so much for the wounded. Losing Captain Unohana at such a crucial junction in the war did as much of a blow to the Seireitei as losing the Head-Captain."

Thinking about the demure healer, Kisuke held up his cup of booze. "To the loss of our most cherished and terrifying friend in the Soul Society!" Ichigo raised his own glass in solidarity and the two drank on it.

Gulping down his tea, Ichigo felt his exhaustion settle in. Ever since his fight with Yhwach, his recovery had been slow. Thinking of Kisuke's words, however, caused him to think about the Squad Four captain. "I still can't believe Captain Unohana was the first Kenpachi. And that she's the one who made Kenpachi's squad what it is today." He thought back to when he first came across Ikkaku and the muscle-headed idiots in his squad back when he went to save Rukia.

"Yeah but it explained the aura she always carried with her. You must have noticed it yourself, didn't you?"

Though Kisuke couldn't see him, Ichigo still nodded in agreement. "Yeah. I remember when we were heading back from Hueco Mundo together." Thinking back about Unohana demanding to run in front of him terrified him. "She was certainly something else. If it's alright to ask…how did she die? Hanataro didn't tell me the specifics; he just said that she died during the second invasion."

The answer to Ichigo's question came from behind him. The sliding door opened and Yoruichi joined the two men in at the table. In her hands was a bottle of saké and it was clear that Kisuke wasn't the only one hitting the sauce today. "Only Isane, Kyoraku and Kenpachi know for certain about what happened to her from what I was able to learn. I tried to pressure Isane into spilling the beans but she wouldn't talk."

Sitting down next to Kisuke, Yoruichi poured him another cup of alcohol before taking a swig from the bottle. "Losing her was a major blow to Squad Four. Her loss might even be worse than losing the Head-Captain, Komamura or Ukitake. It's such a shame…she was my role model back when I was working my way up the ranks as a seated officer." The werecat gave a drunken grin as she thought back to a certain incident that had occurred years and years ago. "In fact, me and her use to go out and get a drink after I became captain of Squad Two. One night we were at a bar when some drunkards came in; they tried to hit on us and one actually went and tried to kiss Unohana! One look from her and they ran for the hills!" Yoruichi gave a drunken laugh. "She was a woman among women! After that, word got out and no man ever had the balls to try and make a pass at her again!"

"I can see why," Ichigo mumbled to himself as he finished his tea.

"I heard that, Ichigo!" Yoruichi slammed the bottle of booze down on the table after taking another gulp of it. "You're in no position to talk! You've got no balls either!"

Yoruichi's drunken claim offended Ichigo in every possible sense of the word. He glared at his drunk teacher, sparks flying between them in the worst of ways. "The hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Don't act like you don't know, you prude!" Yoruichi pointed a finger at Ichigo. "I noticed you haven't had the guts to ask out any of the girls in your life since you started high school! Are you just not into girls or are you just plain stupid to not notice a woman when she's into you?" Taking the bottle of saké and taking another swig, Yoruichi counted off all the women in his life. "Orihime, Tatsuki, your hot teacher, Rangiku, Nel. Hell, I'm willing to bet even Unohana before she died would have popped your cherry if you'd asked nicely."

Gritting his teeth, Ichigo slammed his hand down on the table. "My love life is none of your business! Where the hell do you get off judging me, Yoruichi?! In case you forgot, I've been busy dealing with problems and issues since I've had to make up school assignments because of how much time I was away!"

Yoruichi's drunk face showed she wasn't fazed by his reasoning. "Oh boo hoo! Like something as trivial as school matters compared to the world almost ending…twice! And what love life? You couldn't hold one to save your life. Hell, I bet you were 'so busy" being an idiot that you never even tried to find the time for any romance, you little brat!"

The two men at the table stared at the werecat with wide eyes. Kisuke was the most shocked to see his old friend become so unglued to say something as hurtful as that. His eyes turned back to his student after he felt a cold chill rush up his spine and he found Ichigo sitting there with a dark aura surrounding him, his hair covering his eyes.

The dread put into Kisuke made him feel like Ichigo had become Unohana reincarnated…

Hoping to stop this before it went any further, Kisuke quickly put a hand on Yoruichi's shoulder. "I think that's enough, Yoruichi. You need to think before you speak. What you said was way too much-"

Hand slammed down on the wooden table, both cutting off Kisuke and snapping the table in two. A dark rage washed over the pair and Yoruichi sobered up in an instant.

"BRAT?! This is the thanks I get for constantly cleaning up your messes? Listen here, you know-it-all bitch! Unlike you, I have to live two completely separate lives to keep up with everything that's happening in your rotten Soul Society. Because of you guys, I'm dragged into your fuckups one after the other and you call me an idiot when I had no choice but to clean up your mess?! I'm sorry if the last thing I think about when I almost die so many times from so many battles is dating! And here you are acting like you know better when you haven't a damn clue of my life and what I do to keep it together! You get to chill out here and drink all day or lounge around as a stupid cat! You don't live a double life, so what the fuck do you know?!"

Ichigo's face was as red as his namesake. Yoruichi almost cowered from his terrifying pressure before he jumped up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him in a fit of rage and leaving the two scared ex-Soul Reapers alone.

Unfolding his fan, Kisuke took a minute to fan away the tension in the room while taking off his hat. His face had broken out in a cold sweat; he'd truly underestimated just how powerful his young student had become after unlocking his full potential.

Yoruichi raised a shaky hand to take another swig of her bottle but was stopped when Kisuke put a hand on the neck. "I think you've had enough," he told her.

"You're right. I crossed a line," admitted the werecat, pushing the bottle away.

"No, Yoruichi, what you did was less 'cross the line' and more 'sashay through a minefield and deliberately stomped your foot down on each and every mine'."

Facepalming, Yoruichi sighed before looking at the destroyed table in shame. "Yeah, I went too ar. I keep forgetting he's still just a kid. He hasn't even gotten out of high school yet." Burying her face in her hands, she groaned, "I can't believe I said all that to him. I'm such a fucking dumbass. He's been through so much that it's no surprise he hasn't had a girlfriend yet."

Kisuke nodded. "When you think about it, Ichigo only had his powers for about four months. In that timespan he became a Soul Reaper, fought Hollows for two months, trained to rescue Rukia, spent a month to try and control his Hollow and then went off to rescue Orihime and lost his powers in the aftermath. He had to make up all that lost time at school after the war and was depressed for seventeen months, got screwed over by XCUTION, got his powers back and then less than a few days later got sucked into the war with the Quincies, learned about his family history and then had to save all of reality from Yhwach. So yeah…I would honestly be more terrified if he could fit romance into a life that hectic."

Hearing Kisuke list off Ichigo's struggles only made Yoruichi feel more ashamed at her drunken behavior. She knew that booze or no booze, she went too far in mocking his private life. "I need to go apologize to him," she said with misery filling up her eyes.

Kisuke put a hand on her shoulder for support. "Undoubtedly. But I'd give him a day or two to simmer down before you talk to him again. Looking back at the door Ichigo had stomped his way out of, the scientist thought about Ichigo's predicament. "Maybe I should help him with his school work to ensure his graduation goes smooth?" he wondered aloud. "Questions for later." Getting up, he turned his attention to his destroyed table. "Tessai! Go get me my toolbox!"

Meanwhile…
With Ichigo

The orange-haired teen was beyond pissed off. Not wanting to take his anger back home with him and worry his sisters, Ichigo decided to take a walk to cool off and figured the fresh air would let him blow off some steam. He had on a red beanie and sunglasses to hide his identity; his hair made him stick out like a sore thumb already.

Heading into town, Ichigo walked along a large bridge, staring out at the river underneath. Seeing nobody around to hear him, the boy let it all out. "I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT BITCH! SHE'S GOT SOME NERVE TO TALK LIKE THAT! I SAVE THE WORLD AND WHAT THE FUCK DO I GET? BEING INSULTED FOR NOT HAVING A LOVE LIFE! FUCK YOU, YOU BASTARDS!"

Meanwhile…

Unagiya House

Sitting at her desk, Ichigo's boss scribbled at a piece of paper. Thankfully it was the last one today, another job finished. Once she was finished she could take a breather.

Taking off her hat, Ikumi wiped her sweaty brow with her sleeve. Her purple and white long-sleeved shirt that had her name on it clung to her, her body sticky with sweat. The shirt's tightness highlighted her breasts size, her melons jiggling with the slightest motion. Her black sweatpants were equally sweaty. Ikumi took her work so seriously that she never realized just how much her sweatpants showed off her plump booty, the black sweatpants helping her show off her hourglass figure.

Setting down her pen, Ikumi got up and stepped out of the outfit. Walking around the house, the MILF couldn't help but notice how quiet her house had gotten. Her darling son, Kaoru, was spending the night with one of his friends for the weekend. And with her slacker employee, Ichigo, constantly ducking out of work, she was left all alone with her thoughts.

As she walked towards the kitchen to make a small dinner for herself, she walked past her family photos on the wall. Stopping for a moment, she stared at an old photo of herself graduating from high school, the young Ikumi grinning at the camera while holding her diploma.

Nostalgia drew a smile on her face. "Man, I was a hottie back in the day," Ikumi couldn't help but say, noticing how her figure was showing through her graduation robe. "Hard to believe it's been ten years since I graduated." A smug smirk stretched across her face as she reminisced about the glory days as a rocking high school girl. She'd beaten most of the arrogant jocks when it came to sports, plus quite a few heads whenever some punk tried to cop a feel.

But her eyes went lower and she looked at her younger self's stomach, frowning with disappointment. Her younger self showed signs of her pregnancy growing through her uniform.

Now Ikumi would never regret bringing Kaoru into the world. Her special boy was the brightest star in her life. But she never imagined that her boyfriend, after breaking the condom and knocking her up, would run out on her. The happy memories gave way to unhappy ones, gritting her teeth remembering the day she found out she was pregnant. She'd chased her unfaithful boyfriend all over Karakura Town before finding him in another girl's bed.

The anger from remembering her boyfriend's infidelity didn't last long after recalling what came next. She'd brought an ex-boyfriend along with her on the hunt for the man who got her pregnant and Ikumi had gotten her pound of flesh by beating him black and blue, finishing it up with her strongest kick to the balls.

Taking a deep breath, Ikumi let the memories of her post-high school days come back to her. Being a single parent was never easy, even with her parents chipping in to raise her son. However, her parents didn't blame her or tried to disown her for her sudden pregnancy. They'd been a huge help with getting her career of the ground. In fact, bequeathing their family shop was the best gift they could give to her. The blooming business helped pay for her son's education and living expenses. It had been hard work to be sure but she had made a stable life for herself.

And yet…she felt loneliness.

Her baby boy could only fill the void in her life so much. She knew that, but still she wanted more. Before she was a mother or a worker, she was a woman with womanly needs; her instincts desired a man in her life and her business could only distract those feelings for so long.

Sighing, Ikumi turned away from the photos. "Okay, so I haven't had any romance since high school. Big deal, Ikumi!" Walking into the restroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. "I say I look pretty damn sexy for my age!" Opening the side window, she looked out at the people walking by her house. Her eyes saw many young studs with beautiful girls hanging on to them like candy, making her feel a little jealous.

Ikumi wanted companionship but she wasn't going to reduce herself like those harpies on the streets. Still, the woman figured she could try her luck and see if she could catch the eye of a man her age…

Pondering her next move, Ikumi stared at herself in the mirror. "So, do I just stay here and try to find a man walk by? Or do I just stay here and enjoy the peace and quiet while listening to those happy couples gloat and brag about love and sex?" The last option made her forehead tic grow out of irritation. She was about to shout out her resolve until a loud echo caught her and everyone else in town off guard.

"FUCK THAT, YOU DAMN BASTARDS!"

The noisy street suddenly went silent. Even the loud cars hit the brakes because their drivers were so spooked by the insanely loud shout.

Even Ikumi needed a minute to snap out of her surprised stupor. She didn't know what that was all about but oddly enough she was just about to say the exact same thing, albeit not so loud that it'd wake the dead. Closing the window to the bathroom, she left for a moment to go grab her makeup bag.

If she was going to go fishing, then she needed the right bait to lure them in. She usually didn't care about making herself look pretty with makeup. But hey, this was a special occasion…

One hour later…

Having walked all the way to the other side of Karakura Town, Ichigo walked alongside a crowd of people, making sure his beanie was on tight so his orange hair didn't stick out. This was a first for him, hiding his appearance. He freely admitted to himself that his choice of disguise made him look even more like a punk than usual, his scowl clinching the look. But right now he didn't give a damn. He just wanted to blow off some steam; after his teacher got into his business like she did, it would take a while before he finally cooled off.

"It's not like I'm not into girls! It's just not many of them caught my eye!" Then a thought came to him that made him pause. 'Wait a minute…now that I think of it, I don't think I've ever gotten a love letter from anyone at school!' His shoulders slumped and he felt his stomach sink from depression. 'I guess I brought it on myself. I created an image at school that I should be the last person anyone should try to mess with…' He'd spent years cultivating his reputation…right up until Kon came along and shattered it by going nuts on the girls in class; he even kissed Tatsuki of all people.

The memory of beating the Mod Soul's plushy body senseless for ruining his image gave him a little satisfaction though.

After a few more minutes of walking, the Substitute Soul Reaper noticed a bar he'd never seen before in town. He could feel the new vibe from it by how nice and clean it looked. "Might as well chill for a few moments…" he told himself before stepping into the new bar.

Inside, Ichigo found the bar's interior to be quite interesting. The place was clearly ocean themed, the owner clearly a retired fisherman from all the pictures of him with his catches on the wall along with the helm wheels that were hung next to them. The carpet even had an octopus giving patrons coming in a thumbs up.

The owner's taste in décor made Ichigo sweatdrop but he ignored it and went towards the bartender. He knew he couldn't bluff him for a drink so he just asked for a glass of water. As he sat waiting for his drink, he failed to notice another customer coming in.

The new customer was someone that Ichigo would not have recognized; especially since he wasn't thinking clearly. The woman's black hair sprawled down her back and shoulders. She wore sunglasses as she walked in, but put them away as she let her eyes adjust, revealing purple eyeshadow. Her lips glistened with strawberry pink lip gloss. It was ironic she was at an ocean-themed bar since she wore a blue short-sleeved shirt with an anchor on it and black jeans.

Pocketing her sunglasses, the woman looked around the bar. It was pretty clear that she was on the prowl for anyone decent, although she seemed put off by the rugged brutes who were at several of the tables.

Then the woman's eyes found someone sitting in front of the bar being handed some water. Taking a close look at him, the dark-haired woman could see he had a well-built body, though he looked rather young. She wasn't one to talk about having sunglasses inside a bar, but it did annoy her she couldn't see the man's face clearer.

But the woman didn't care and mentally shrugged. "I'll try my luck with him. Better him than those morons who tried to make a pass at me before I got here." Most of the men who tried to approach her were too scared by her frightening aura and the few ugly idiots who did were too cowardly to try and keep flirting with her.

Putting her glasses back on, the woman walked towards the young man with a predatory gleam in her eyes…

Ichigo was sipping his water, grateful that he could cool down in peace and letting exhaustion replace his anger, the long walk around town finally catching up to him. Then he noticed someone sit down on the bar stools next to him. When he looked to see who'd joined him, he was shocked to see the face of a beautiful woman smiling at him.

The boy kept a straight face as best as he could but tried to avoid staring at her. But temptation soon got the better of him and he started to steal glances while drinking his water. He could see how well-endowed the woman was with a bust that rivaled the size of Orihime's. The way her black jeans could only barely contain her heart-shaped ass should have been a crime. Ichigo recalled Keigo once perversely saying that there was no problem for a young man to admire a woman's appearance. But with how the woman next to him was flagrantly showing off her figure, he couldn't wonder if it was on purpose or not. Her expression was hard to read with the sunglasses covering her eyes.

The woman spoke, making him tense. "What's a charming young man like you doing in a place like this?"

Ichigo's answer was straightforward. "Isn't that a line when you ask someone if they're an easy target?"

The woman grinned. "Glad to see you're not. I'm just here to see if I can have a bit of fun with someone tonight." Leaning back, the beautiful woman stretched her arms out above her head, making her chest jiggle in her shirt as a result; it was pretty obvious the woman wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't even need to look to know that Ichigo's eyes were not on her face. When she finally stopped stretching, she decided to on another idea to test the man next to her. "Barkeep! Could you bring us two drinks please?"

Ichigo's first instinct was to refuse but something about the smug smirk on the woman's face irritated him. Remembering that he was trying to unwind, the boy threw caution to the wind. If he could handle saving the world twice, he could handle drinking with this busty woman!

Right?

The bartender poured them several small glasses. The dark-haired beauty held up her glass and gestured for Ichigo to join her. "A toast to this random meeting. Ready…set…drink!" The woman thought she had this in the bag as she downed the small cup. She was very knowledgeable about how much she could handle and have left men sprawled out on the floor during many a drinking contest. But a sense of shock filled her when Ichigo gulped down his drink and slammed it back down onto the bar, giving her a smut look of her own.

"You say something?" said the cocky teen.

"Okay, kid. If that's how it's going to be, bring it on! Barkeep! We need another drink!"

The next morning…

Both the sun and the moon had made a full circle around the world. Hours had gone by until the sun started to peek out from underneath the horizon, signaling the start of a brand new day. In a hotel near the bar, the sun's bright light spilled through the window, revealing two bodies wrapped up in a blanket on the bed, one man and one woman. The woman was the first to stir. Squirming under the blanket, she sat up and wiped her tired eyes.

Ikumi Unagiya felt like crap. Her hair was an absolute mess and her makeup and lipstick were ruined, smeared all over her face.

The sun's bright rays felt like an icepick to the eyes. Her hand went to her forehead where a screaming migraine pounded at her. "Fucking hell, did someone get the license plate of that truck that hit me?" Her voice was sore and her throat parched. Opening her eyes weakly, the reality of where she is and what she had done began to come down on her worse than the hangover. "What the fuck? Where am I?" Her senses started to wake up and she realized she was in a hotel. "How'd I-" The words died in her mouth when she noticed the other body under the blanket. However, what made her heart grow cold was the head of hair that poked out at the top of the blanket.

It was a head of orange hair.

With a shaking hand, Ikumi pulled back the cover just enough to reveal the sleeping face of Ichigo Kurosaki. Ikumi's first instinct was to wonder why he was even here. But then her body gave her the answer. Her hips were sore and her shirt was gone, her tits hanging freely. Clothes littered the floor. Ikumi's face turned pale as the sinking realization of what happened the night before hit her. Lifting up the blanket, she saw her lower half was covered in dry and sticky juices.

Ikumi put a hand to her mouth, fighting the urge to scream in horror. 'Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Did we fuck last night?! It was hard to think with the screaming pain in her head. Thinking through the pain, she started to remember everything after she and the boy she was with started doing shots, her eyes widening as it all came back to her…

Last night…

Ichigo had once assumed that his high spiritual pressure could give him a high drinking threshold. After all, Renji, Kenpachi and Ikkaku could drink all day long and not so much as slur a word. The challenge between him and the beautiful woman continued, both of them downing drink after drink.

The two had moved to a corner booth in the by the eighth shot, however, Ichigo could feel his senses start to dull, his vision distorting. "You know…it's funny…you kinda remind me of someone…" he slurred.

The feisty woman smirked. It was clear by how she had her head on her hand that she was just as drunk as Ichigo. "Oh? Is she as hot as me?"

"Heheheh…I think your rack is bigger. Definitely have a nicer butt than hers."

"Hah! Damn right! Probably bigger than your girlfriend's."

"Nah, I don't have a girlfriend."

"Ex?"

Ichigo waved a hand before downing another shot. "Nope. In fact, that's why I was so pissed. I was talking to a friend who made fun of me for not having a sex life."

The woman lowered her sunglasses for a moment, her mouth agog. "Seriously? You don't have a sex life? You look like you could easily be in porn, kiddo!"

"You think so?"

"Hah! I know so. By the way, your friend…she a girl?"

"Yeah?"

"She hotter than me?"

"Fuck no! She's an old hag compared to you!"

And somewhere, Yoruichi looked up and sneezed, sensing that Ichigo as talking smack about her…

The woman laughed and leaned forward, taking off her sunglasses. "You know, looking at you…you look kinda familiar too? You got a brother?"

"Nope. Got two sisters."

The drunken woman leaned closer, her face dangerously close to Ichigo's. "So, you want to prove your friend wrong about not having a sex life?"

Ichigo would have blushed at such a proposition but the blend of alcohol, deep-seated resentment and blossoming lust pushed him over the edge. "Yes," he slurred.

Never in Ichigo's wildest dreams did he imagine his first kiss in a bar, drunkenly making out with a random woman he'd just met. The kiss was sloppy, more tongue than lips. The beautiful woman's mouth tasted like booze but Ichigo didn't care. He felt happy just knowing what a woman's kiss finally felt like.

Breaking the kiss, the woman put her hand on Ichigo's. "You know, there's a hotel just a block away from here. We could go there right now and…" She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "Get started on your sex life…"

Downing one more shot of liquid courage, Ichigo gave her a drunken grin. "Then what are we waiting for?"

Grinning back at her, the noirette called for the barkeep to pay the tab, giving him her credit card. As soon as she paid for their drinks, she grabbed the bottle of booze and chugged what was left of it before grabbing Ichigo's hand, pulling him out of the booth and dragging him out of the bar.

Even though Ichigo's feet felt like they led, he managed to keep up with the fast woman as she guided him towards the hotel as it came in sight. It took the beautiful woman no time to get them a room at the receptionist's desk, quickly exiting the office and pulling Ichigo towards their room. Despite being drunk, the woman had enough sense in her to unlock the door and beckon Ichigo in. As soon as the door locked itself behind him, Ichigo was pushed up against the door as she embraced him in another lewd, drunken kiss. "Mmmmhhh!"

The woman didn't bother to turn on the light. The full moon gave just enough light for the two to see each other, if only just barely. But it was enough for the woman to find Ichigo in the dark and make out with him. Ichigo lost himself to the feel of her luscious lips. His hands snaked around to grab her fine ass, digging his fingers into her pant-clad booty cheeks. Tearing off the beanie, the woman noticed Ichigo's orange hair but paid it no mind. 'Funny, he's got the exact same hair as-'

The woman's thoughts were cut off when Ichigo plunged his tongue into her awaiting mouth, any thought of who the boy really was died as she tied their tongues together, running her hands through his hair before he pulled away from the door, pushing her forward. The drunken couple fell back onto the bed, a tangled mess of groping hands. The woman turned her head and let Ichigo passionately lick and kiss her neck. "Oooooh…" went the woman as his hands cupped her breasts, fondling them. Ichigo's inexperience showed as he touched her but she didn't mind at all; the woman was just happy to be with a man again.

Feeling her hands grab the hem of his shirt, Ichigo sat up and lifted his arms. The woman sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. Her drunken eyes lit up when she saw just how built Ichigo was, his broad, muscular chest the results of his countless hours of training. Her hungry hands easily grasped his shoulders, making Ichigo moan as it was his turn to feel her lips on his neck while she explored every inch of his naked chest and back with her touch. "Ahhh…"

Giggling at Ichigo's reaction, the noirette licked his neck, her drunken mind loving his salty taste before she grabbed her shirt and tugged it over her head. Ichigo's eyes almost bugged out of his head as the woman's tits spilled out, her jugs just as big as Yoruichi's. The young man pushed her back down onto the bed and buried his face in those soft globes. "Ooooh yeah…" the drunken slut slurred as Ichigo licked them up before he wrapped his lips around her hard nipples. The woman tasted like floral soap, making Ichigo hum as he lapped at her tit as if trying to will milk to come out of it.

While the woman was indeed a mother, she had no milk to give. Still, she writhed on the bed in absolute drunken ecstasy as the boy on top of her switched from one titty to another, lavishing them with his tongue. Rubbing her legs together, the woman couldn't take it anymore.

Putting her hands on Ichigo's shoulders, the woman rolled them over until she was now on top. "Let me see what you've got!" She unbuckled his bet and tugged off his pants, tearing them off and tossing them to the floor. She ripped off his boxers and felt the urge to squeal with delight when she saw the eight inch cock spring to life. In this moment, she felt like she'd hit the lottery.

Ichigo lay there, completely nude, as the drunken woman began to lavish his manhood with attention. Her lips kissed all around his thick, veiny shaft, dragging her tongue up the side to get a good taste of him on her drunken tongue. "So good. Fuck, I've missed this…having a good cock in my mouth," she slurred before promptly gobbling Ichigo's cock.

"Ahhh…ahhhh…nghhhh…" Ichigo laid back and watched the woman give him a blowjob that blew his mind. His hands went to her head, pushing her to take more of his shaft down her throat. The woman gagged as her face was stuffed, her eyes widening as she choked on him. Ichigo bucked his hips, loving how her throat felt around his cock.

Before the drunken woman could vomit all over him, Ichigo let go of her head to let her breathe. "Phwa! Fuck, kid! I almost passed out there for a second. Well if you're going to get rough, you can get rough with my pussy!" Unbuckling her belt, the woman laid down on her back and brought her legs together, lifting them up to slide them off.

Ichigo sat up and helped tug off her pants, leaving her in a black thong. The beautiful woman's underwear was the last to go, Ichigo ripping it off and tossing it to the floor. Ichigo's drunken eyes soaked up the sight of a woman in all her splendor, his sight going straight to her cunt. Her pink folds were wet from her drunken arousal and a patch of black hair resting above it.

Eager to lose his virginity and prove Yoruichi so very wrong, Ichigo gripped his shaft and guided the tip to her awaiting lips. The woman wanted to laugh as the virgin fumbled trying to put it in before she reached down and grasped his cock, guiding it properly towards her hole. "Mmmmh!" She licked her lips as she felt the tip nudge her hole. "Fuck me! Fuck me now, you stud!"

Gripping her hips, Ichigo did what he did best and rose to the challenge. He pushed into her and felt a man's pleasure for the first time in his life. Never did he imagine he'd lose his virginity in a drunken one-night stand with a random woman in a darkened hotel room but he paid the lack of romance no mind. "Holy shit," he slurred as he buried his shaft inside the woman's tight depths.

The drunken woman arched her back, throwing her arms back behind her. "Shit! Oh god!" Her whole body started to writhe as she felt the full length of Ichigo slide into her. Her wet walls easily let Ichigo push into her, her cunt sucking him in. "S-shit! You're…bigger than my ex ever was!" Looking up, she flashed him a seductive smile. "So how does it feel to be a man?"

Ichigo grinned back. "It feels great!"

"It gets better. Move your hips like it's the last day of your life. It's been so long, I want you to make me cum so ba-AAAAAAAAAAD!" Her eyes widened as Ichigo started to fuck the words out of her mouth. Gripping her curvy waist, the drunken teen pushed in and out of her. His movements were clumsy, both by inexperienced and the alcohol but he was so big and full of drunken vigor that he made up for it.

"Fuck! This feels great! Ah! Fuck you, Yoruichi!" grunted Ichigo, feeling a wave of triumph wash over him as he proved Yoruichi wrong.

"I don't know who this Yoruichi is…ah! Oh! But…she really doesn't know what she's missing!" grinned the sexy woman. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she pulled him forward and devoured his lips in another deep kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist, digging her heels into his back. "Oh fuck! You're…ahh!" Throwing her head back, the woman's nails dug into Ichigo's back, leaving stinging marks for him to wake up with later. Ichigo was so big that he was hitting spots inside her that she had forgotten she had. Every time her pussy was bottomed out she saw stars.

The bed thrashed and shook as Ichigo fucked her into the mattress. When he turned his head, the older woman took the opportunity to bite his shoulder, marking him with a love bite. Hugging her tightly enough to feel her tits press against his hard chest, Ichigo was spurred to move his hips faster.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The woman's cries grew louder by the second. How long had she wanted this? Craved this? Now here she was getting fucked like a common whore? And she loved every second of it. "Ah! Ahhhhh!" So horny was the drunken woman that her climax hit her like a sack of bricks. "Oh god!"

Ichigo watched as the unknown woman showed him her sex face, her mouth gaping wide as the wind was knocked out of her. Her lips formed a happy smile as she suffered the best climax she'd had in years. Spurred on, Ichigo continued to pump in and out until he couldn't hold it in anymore. "Nghhh! I'm cumming!" he grunted into her ear.

Without a thought of the consequences, Ichigo blew his load inside her. The drunken woman cooed as hot cum flooded her womb, threatening to put another baby in her. Ichigo laid on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his heavy weight before he rolled off of her, his limbs feeling like they were made of lead. "Fuck…that…was…amazing…" he breathed, his chest heaving for air.

Then he felt a hot suction around his cock.

Looking down, the Substitute saw the woman back between his legs, sucking the remains of his cum out of his cock's tip and blowing him to get him hard again before she straddled his lap. "Not enough…it's not enough…" Looking down at him with hungry eyes, the drunk woman sat down on his cock and grinned. "Don't go to sleep just yet! I'm about to take you around the fucking world, boy!"

Back to the Present…

Tears ran down Ikumi's horrified face, ruining what was left of her makeup. This was NOT what she wanted when she went out looking for a man. She just wanted to make connections and have fun with a good looking man and start a smooth romance. Instead she had sex with a teenager; and her own employee to boot! Remember the countless times Ichigo came inside her without regard for the consequences, Ikumi knew she had to go to a pharmacy right away to get morning after pills.

"What was I thinking?!" She whispered to herself, shame stabbing her like a knife. If word of this got out that she'd slept with her own underage employee, she'd be ruined. She'd have to pack up and leave town go get away from the scrutiny!

She had to get out of there now!

The disheveled, panicked woman gathered up her clothes in a frenzy, but made sure to be careful not to wake up Ichigo. The very last thing she needed was for Ichigo to wake up and realized he slept with his boss. Putting her clothes back on, she hurried out of the hotel and scurried to the nearest pharmacy, needing to get the needed pills before hurrying home before her son came back from his sleepover…

To be continued…