บท 11: Yoruichi(Bleach)
When Ichigo stepped out of the shower and into his bedroom, clad in nothing but a towel, it took him a few moments to notice the figure sitting on his windowframe. He tensed, his right hand sliding instinctually to his left hip even though he was in human form…and then he sighed with annoyance. "Yoruichi, what the hell are you doing?"
Yoruichi lounged in the open window, her back to the moonlight, dressed in an inappropriately skimpy black leotard. Her thick rear squished attractively over the wooden sill, and her right foot swayed alluringly beneath her. "Ichigo," she greeted him, her yellow eyes peering under sultry lids. "It's been a while. How are you holding up?"
"I'm wearing a towel," said Ichigo, nonplussed. "Can I at least dress before you spring some crazy training exercise on me?"
A grin flashed across Yoruichi's face, and she stepped down from the windowsill. "That won't be necessary," she said, then closed the windows so the chilly night air no longer blew into the room. "In fact, this exercise requires you be naked, so I guess I caught you at a good time."
Ichigo grasped the edge of his towel a little tighter. He didn't like the look on Yoruichi's face, nor how she was moving; was she deliberately swaying her hips like that? He took a step back, then another, and then his back was against the door and he had nowhere to run to. Yoruichi stopped with the tips of her breasts an inch from his chest, her hands mounted on her curvy hips, showing him all her teeth in a wide, cruel grin that took immense pleasure in his dismay. "I don't get it," Ichigo said breathlessly. "Are you drunk or something?"
"Maybe a little," Yoruichi said, amusement bubbling in her voice. She raised a hand to his chest and trailed her fingertips across his collarbone. "Just not on alcohol. You know, spending so long as a cat…leaves a lasting impression on a woman. You have no idea what it's like – to be in heat," she said, and grabbed his wrist. Before Ichigo could react, Yoruichi yanked his hand between her thighs so he could feel the soaking warmth down below. She gave a pleasured hum, so hot and horny that a nervous tingle shot up Ichigo's spine…and the front of his towel started to tent out. In a moment of blind panic, he tried to shove her away, but she pushed back with far greater force than he could muster in human form, pinning him helplessly against the wall. "If you don't want this," she said, "all you have to do is say 'no'. One syllable – should be easy, right?" She chuckled, and cupped his throbbing bulge in a palm. "But we both know you won't…"
At last, as Ichigo trembled in her grip, Yoruichi grasped the knot of towel at his waist and tugged it open. The towel dropped from around his chest and crumpled on the floor – and his cock sprang up between her shapely, mocha thighs. She rose on her tiptoes to better accommodate it, rocking her hips forward so his dick protruded under her thick, smooth buttcheeks and out behind her – while her right hand reached back to roll and knead over his tip. "Yoruichi," Ichigo murmured, but she shushed him by brushing her plump lips under his own.
"This is your final lesson, Ichigo – how to pleasure a woman. I hope your body's ready, because mine sure is…" She was already rocking her hips, grinding her soaking pussy over the bridge of Ichigo's huge, overactive dick, huffing and puffing as it sent waves of pleasure through her tight, athletic body. "Mnn, I don't think I've ever been with someone so big…"
"That's…flattering," Ichigo said, his voice barely rising about a shocked rasp. He hadn't expected this would be taking up his evening. "But…my sisters and dad are downstairs…"
Yoruichi breathed a note of laughter, and nuzzled her forehead up under his chin. "That's easily fixed," she said, and planted her palm on the wall. "Bakudo 55," she murmured, and a pulse of energy spread outward from her palm rippling across all the walls. "There we go – silenced. Your family won't hear a thing. Now, where were we?" She licked her lips. "Oh, right."
Ichigo grunted as Yoruichi grasped the base of his cock and pulled, guiding him toward the bed, step by uneasy step. When she finally plopped her wide ass down on the edge of the bed, his cock ran up the length of her torso, knocking briefly against her huge, plump tits before hovering in front of her mouth. She breathed hot gushes of breath over his twitching monster, gazing up at him with hungry yellow eyes, jerking him off with one hand and masturbating through her clothes with the other. For the first time, Ichigo saw Yoruichi's caramel-coloured pussy poking around the edge of her leotard, two fingers curled inside her gleaming wet lips… He gulped, and his cock throbbed even stiffer, drooling a fat glob of white precum onto her outstretched tongue. She crooned as she swirled the taste around her mouth, then swallowed.
"Tonight," she said, "I'm going to ravage you. I just hope your body can stand it." With nothing more to say, she opened wide and took his cockhead deep into her mouth, bobbing her head rhythmically on his pulsing fuckhammer. "Mmp, mmp, mmph!" Her left cheek bulged in and out; she didn't stop stroking him with one hand, even as she sucked and lashed his giant prick with her red-hot maw and skilful tongue, riling him up like a wild bull before a show. Her eyes never left his, even as she glutted herself so rudely on his magnum dong; and even when she pressed further forward, and swallowed his cockhead down her throat, her yellow hues only wavered for a moment. Now her slender neck bulged around his cock, lurching up and down as she rocked back and forth. There became less and less room for her right hand to pump his cock, so she massaged his balls instead as she swallowed vast swathes of dick with each swaying motion. Ichigo, helpless in his lust, rested a hand atop her head and bit his bottom lip. Despite Yoruichi's Hado, he was hyper-aware of his family downstairs, and instinct kept him from moaning out…at least at first. When Yoruichi finally lifted her butt off the bed, squeezed his balls, and glulked forward to engulf the rest of his cock, Ichigo couldn't help but cry out. The sudden, total entrapment of her gullet was far too pleasurable not to moan, and drag his fingers through her hair, and rock his hips in time with her oral thrusts! Ulk, glurk, glurk! Yoruichi's eyes started to water as Ichigo thumped his hips against her, slapping and plapping his heafty nuts against her chin, creating a mess of slime that hung in ropes down to her jiggling tits as he picked up the pace. She hadn't expected Ichigo to be so forward about fucking her face, but it seemed he was just too studly to contain, and before long he was rutting her throat without hesitation or restraint, slapping and plapping his pelvis forward, making her head rock back with each pounding impact, stuffing the folds of her throat full of his enormous, throbbing cock! She actually started to slap his hip rapidly, silently telling him to slow down, but Ichigo was too hungry to notice. Squeezing Yoruichi's hair tighter, he leaned over her head and started to pump without concern for her wellbeing. At last, Yoruichi's eyes lost focus, rolling slowly back in her head as Ichigo shook her brain with impact after heavy impact. Gluk, gluk, glulk, huk, ghokk! Spittle poured from Yoruichi's chin, dangling in slimy ropes that jiggled and stretched under their own weight before splattering all over her tits and thighs. Her left hand hesitated in its rough schlicking, then doubled down, sliding three fingers into her needy pussy and grinding her palm hard on her clit, coughing and spluttering in lieu of moans. She'd underestimated Ichigo, that was for sure, and in her foolishness she'd given him too much ground – ground that he now conquered like a merciless warlord. She wanted to tell him to wait, to pace himself, but it seemed he wanted to blow his load as quickly as possible. He still had much to learn…
Soon Ichigo's other hand joined the first in her hair, and he bucked against her gullet with unrelenting fury. The sensation of her teeth brushing against his dick as he hammered her throat only added to his pleasure, and before long he threw his head back in a savage groan, letting her know he was about to cum. Schlap, schlap, PLAP! Her groans were barely audible over the rampant clobbering of his balls against her chin, the squelching of the dense, gooey mire he'd stirred up there, so Yoruichi's only real response was to spread her thighs wider in preparation for her own orgasm. Ichigo leaned forward and RAMMED the remainder of his cock down her throat, flattening her face under his chiselled pelvis and growling as he exploded!
And boy, was it an explosion.
At first, Yoruichi had no idea what the hot, blossoming sensation in her core was…until it became a sharp, almost painful, but intensely pleasurable swelling sensation. Her tight, athletic belly was bloating around Ichigo's load, pushing out under her breasts as his rushing cum conquered the bends and turns of her guts. It didn't take long for his load to pass all the way through her system, and her asshole spread open to spray semen in a high-pressure arc across the bed. "Blrrrrkh!" she gargled on his dick, her yellow eyes lolling all the way back, staring up at Ichigo in bleary amazement as he squeezed her hair, clenched his teeth, and dumped the biggest, fattest load she'd ever experienced all the way through her! She counted the shots, but lost track at around thirty – but soon after, his cock ceased to twitch inside her, and the heavy assault of cream faded to a steady ooze. Ichigo's shoulders settled, he gave a deep groan of pleasure, and his hips retreated at last – wrenching his monstercock slowly out of Yoruichi. She gargled pathetically along every inch of his colossal mast, watching in amazement as that still-hard pillar withdrew, dripping ropes of slime to the floor and all over her body. She hadn't even noticed she'd climaxed; her thighs were drenched in squirt as well as hot, bubbling jizz. When his cockhead finally tugged out her lips in a vacuum stretch, then plopped out into the open, she went cross-eyed and puked jizz while her belly slowly deflated.
"Whoa," Ichigo breathed, stroking his slime-lubed dick over her shoulder. "I'm impressed. You really took all of that?"
He's impressed? Yoruichi grit her teeth, even as cum oozed between them. How could he say that, when she was supposed to be the teacher. "I-In any case, that's enough learning for one night," she said, rising unsteadily from her seat on the bed. "You've done well. I'll be back to—"
"But I can keep going," said Ichigo, and as Yoruichi turned toward the window, he grasped her hips and pushed her forwards onto the bed, with her mocha bubblebutt high in the air.
"W-Wait!" Yoruichi cried, but Ichigo wasn't listening. His cock dropped on her back and started to rut back and forth, masturbating using her asscheeks. As his weight pressed down on her belly, her cheeks pushed out – and she puked up another thick glut of cum. "Bluaaagh…"
"I've always wanted to try out this ass," Ichigo confessed, and slapped her delicious booty hard, making her cry out as her buns wobbled. He hooked a hand inside her leotard and pulled, stretching the fabric out until it ripped apart, exposing her gorgeous, tight holes to his cock. He angled up, grinning as his glans came into contact with her asshole, and Yoruichi twitched in panic.
"H-Hey, why not my pussy?" Yoruichi stammered, frightened of what was to come – but again, Ichigo wasn't listening. He grasped her waist in a tight grip, took a breath, and pushed forwards with all his might. His cock slipped off of her asshole a few times, but on his third try it began to pry her open, stretching her poor rim wider than she'd ever imagined possible, making her howl in shock and pleasure as Ichigo bulged her belly around his dick! She'd only just managed to deflate from his last load, and now he seemed intent on stretching and warping her tummy once again. When he was secure inside her, he started to pump hard and fast, rutting her guts, showing the busty beauty no mercy! Her tits pancaked out on the bedsheets, which she clawed helplessly as her asscheeks wobbled and rippled under his rapid pumps. Plap, plap, clap! Not long ago, it had been Ichigo fighting not to moan, but now Yoruichi couldn't hold her voice in! When Ichigo hooked an arm under her belly and bore down on her with all his weight, she whimpered and growled and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts…as if that did her any good; Ichigo was too overpowering, even for a Shinigami, and any effort she made to assume control was doomed to fail. Soon she simply gave up, falling forward on the bed and panting, gasping, gurgling her pleasure to the world while Ichigo's giant cock thundered in and out of her ass. He spanked her as he pumped, toying with her glorious asscheeks, making her whine out loud and bite the bedsheets. She could feel his giant prick penetrating her core, thumping her inner walls, making her tummy punch the bed again and again – and there was nothing she could do but moan and groan as he worked her toward her next orgasm! "Haa-aaahn!" she wailed at last, shuddering as bolts of bright-hot bliss fired up and down her body, squirting like a total whore all over Ichigo's pounding balls and muscular thighs!
As though in cue, Ichigo snarled, hooked his arms under her thighs, and lifted her into the air. He fucked her standing, her knees against her shoulders, stirring her ass stupid as she went cross-eyed in delight. He fucked her savagely, noisily, drilling her rear until he bottomed out and erupted in her guts. Dense streamers of jizz filled her up, one after another, pumping her belly and flooding it to the brink. It wasn't long before her throat was subjected to the rising tide, her nostrils squirted semen – and then she sprayed hot cum from her open, moaning mouth! Ichigo kept thrusting through his orgasm, bouncing her in his arms, plapping her asscheeks against his hips – until, at last, his balls were completely drained.
"Haa…haahn…" He let her down slowly, placing her on the bed and resting on top of her, still rooted inside her asshole, groping her big tits slowly through her leotard. "Y'know…I think I learned a lot tonight…"
"Hrrlbbrk…" Yoruichi gurgled around the pouring tide of jizz, unable to respond through the gushing seed. Ichigo laughed lazily and tugged on her hair.
"Even so…I wouldn't mind a few more lessons like this, whenever you feel like 'testing' me. Is that okay with you, Yoruichi…?"
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