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Orihime's Anal Training	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 10 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            “We tried to do anal…but…”
            Tatsuki wasn’t all thatsurprised; she wasn’t all that surprised that Orihime talked so openly withthis private topic, she wasn’t surprised that Orihime wanted to test theextremes of sex, and she wasn’t surprised that all this was confided in her. Tatsuki was, after all, best friends withbride and groom respectively. She wasnow curious about the lingering ‘… but…’
            But Orihime was nervous?
            But they couldn’t findthe time?
            But Ichigo didn’t wantto go up there?
            “Well?” Tatsuki impatiently pressed, leaning forwardto the mom sitting daintily on a chair; Tatsuki’s mannerisms hadn’t changedmuch, as she sat cross-legged on her bed, hands shoved in her lap. “What’s the problem? I figured you two would get up to kinkier sexafter getting married.”
            Orihime blushed a littleat her friend’s declaration. Yes, shehad been given mostly a thorough play-by-play since Ichigo had taken hervirginity. At first, Tatsuki was a bit embarrassedto talk about it – at times, even uncomfortable – but after a while, she likedthe dish while not needing to pry into her own sexual exploits.
            “It’s just that…” Orihime continued to procrastinate, pullingTatsuki into further suspense. “Ichigo-kun… is too big.”
            The revelation madeTatsuki falter. She’d always suspected,to be honest, but Orihime never brought up size, and she wasn’t brazen enoughto ask. If Orihime didn’t bring it up,it could only be a non-issue or taboo for whatever reason. But now Tatsuki was given confirmation: hewas big. In contrast to what, shecouldn’t be sure, but Orihime had a wild imagination and standard, so big meantBIG.
            And now that it wasunveiled, Tatsuki felt the flood of interest pour out of her mouth, leaningforward on her arms to gain further information. “How-How big are we talking? Like”—She held up her hands, holding herpointer fingers at a distance for reference—“this?”
            Orihime flushed more,her head ducking somewhat, and Tatsuki was floored again. She could move them apart instead ofcloser to get a more accurate estimate. And how thick! Thickness surelywas the issue when it came to prying open that specific orifice. Tatsuki resisted the urge to hurry downstairsand pick out the most formidable vegetable in her refrigerator to best describeIchigo’s package.
            She resisted.
            She even composedherself quick enough with a steadying cough, though the nervous sweat was stillapparent at her temple. “Well,” shestarted awkwardly, “if that’s the issue, you can’t just go into… thatwithout practice.”
            Orihime perked up alittle, as if Tatsuki was skipping over or missing vital details for herassessment. “Ichigo-kun is verythorough…!”
            “I don’t mean likethat!” Tatsuki interjected, not needing the visual of Ichigo tonguing orfingering her best friend’s rearend to agitate the fluttery stirrings in heralready. “I’m saying that, as anovice”—She took a perverted sense of pride in the term, as she’d stretchedherself out enough to be considered intermediate to expert—“you need to workyour way up to it.” She gave a wry winkand smirk. “To enjoy it, at least.”
            Orihime made a wistfulnoise of wonder, like it hadn’t occurred to her that practice makes perfecteven in the bedroom. And withoutexplanation, Tatsuki slid off the bed, got on her hands and knees, and reachedunderneath. Out came a simple shoebox;something ordinary stashed under every bed that anyone could overlook. But taking off the lid, there were no shoesinside but instead a stuffed black velvet bag with a drawstring to cinch theopening. She took out the heavy pouchand set it on the bed. Orihime watchedcuriously, wondering if that bag had some sort of answer.
            It did, in a way, thoughnot the kind Orihime was expecting. Herface drew up in astonished embarrassment when the first phallus came out,attached to a harness; six inches of atomically-correct bright pink silicon. It was the top of the pile because it wasused much more frequently, for the submissives who were smitten within the ringat her feet. She’d fucked plenty of herpeers on this very bed, in this room, on the chair that Orihime sat on. Going past it, there were more personaltoys. Sure, they could – and have – beenused on her lovers, but their main purpose was self-use. Standard vibrators and dildos and a fewnipple clamps with bell adornments. ButTatsuki reached what she was looking for with a proud “Aha!”
            The anal plug. Standard-sized. No, she rethought it, considering Orihime’sdilemma, and switched instead to the smaller, beginner size. Not much bigger than a thumb, and it had beensome time since she last needed to use it. It came in a set of three, and she had graduated to the one stilllooming toward the bottom of the bag. She preferred the standard-sized; more comfort while still holdingsignificance when she did daily activities in public. Ichigo and Orihime were none the wiser thatit had been stuck up her ass during her last visit, the pink jewel stopperbrandishing between her pert cheeks, risking it whenever she bent over,imagining what Ichigo or his wife might say or do if they saw herpanty-less. Well, it never came to pass,but the excitement was great, and she had a good time fucking herself afterwardwith fantastical what-if scenarios.
            Helping out a friend,though, was just as good as that friend and her husband fucking her, she liedto herself.
            She held out the analbreacher like it was an engagement ring, and Orihime gawped wordlessly for atime. Her apparent ignorance amusedTatsuki. “Just use this,” she told herbuxom friend leaning forward to observe. “Then come tell me when it becomes easy.”
            “What is it?”
            No doubt there weretheories running in her mind, but Orihime should still be clever enough tofigure it out on her own without going to Ichigo, who’d likely turn into ablubbering mess of embarrassment and shyness. Tatsuki explained casually, “It’s a butt plug.” She gave an idle shrug. “You insert it, and it helps stretch you outfor… something bigger.”
            Orihime accepted theitem, looked it over, turning it in her hand, but seemed dubious. “I-I don’t think this will help…” She trailed off, but it was obvious: herIchigo was several times larger than this.
            “That’s why you comeback for this!” Tatsuki held up herpreferred standard-sized butt plug, last used a few days ago during a sparringmatch. By the flicker in Orihime’s eye uponlooking, Tatsuki could tell she saw it as a more formidable device to meet herends, but was still lacking. Heh,just wait until she sees what goes in after this, mused Tatsuki with a rushof heat to her loins.
            Orihime’s gray eyes wentback to the silver toy in her hand. Sheseemed interested in the heart-shaped bottom. Really, to her, at first glance, she thought it looked like a veryawkward, non-lethal kunai that ninja threw at each other. “What do I…?”
            “You put it in you, ofcourse,” proclaimed Tatsuki with a toothy smirk. “If you want to get up to Ichigo’s level, youcan’t just do it unless you want to get hurt.”
            Orihime pursed her lipstight. The bulb was pretty small, veryundaunting after Ichigo-kun had pressed and pressed at her to no avail, thoughjust stretching across his tip had been both an accomplishment and an agony. This could be inserted much easier.
            And then she looked toher friend. This time, there was adifference in her eyes that Tatsuki couldn’t place. Rarely, Orihime would need help with anassignment – being much smarter than many would suspect – but it was the lookof her being stumped. Orihime held outthe butt plug to Tatsuki again, but not in an act of refusal.
            “Could you… help me,Tatsuki-chan?”
            “Wha-What?!” Tatsuki’s hand surging hand struck themattress hard enough to cause one of her leisurely vibrators to drop on thefloor. Her face reddened splendidly. “How-How can you ask that?!”
            “I want it to be asurprise for Ichigo-kun,” Orihime answered with no small bit ofinhibition. “And I-I want to make sureI’m doing it right.”
            Tatsuki made a flatterexpression to this revelation. ‘You justput it in’ was what she’d like to say. But Orihime wanted the instruction. And her eyes continued to gleam. She needed the instruction, and Tatsuki was not one who couldresist her friend when she was looking at her like that.
            Sheepishly, looking awayand scratching lightly at her cheek as a form of distraction, she grumbled,“Well, if it can’t be helped…”
            Much to Orihime’sdelight, Tatsuki agreed, rationalizing that it might be better to make surethat it was used properly. How it couldbe used incorrectly was anyone’s guess, but Tatsuki was willing to lend herassistance. Orihime needn’t do anythingbut climb up on the bed as instructed, her rump facing her friend, and hike herdress up over the big globes of her butt. Tatsuki had her own pronounced ass, but more moderate; suitable for hertrim frame, while Orihime was buxom above and below, with thick, supple thighsand ass cheeks that reverberated when slapped… or at least Tatsuki wouldsuspect, not yet having the courage to give her a good thwap to find out.
            With Orihime presentedas such – without a hitch to her practiced prostration, hinting that she andIchigo got frisky more frequently than they’d let anyone believe – Tatsuki wasgiven evidence of such a theory. A lingeringhandprint from a full-palmed smack on her right side; doubled-up on to make themark stick. Wasn’t Orihime aware? Did she not think of it when asked to showoff her backside? Tatsuki only gulpedsilently and kept her observation to herself, yet could not stand withoututtering a soft, ironic comment that Ichigo needn’t be so rough with her.
            Yet who was to sayOrihime hadn’t asked – or begged – for a spanking?
            Again, Tatsuki set asidethose pervasive questions and proceeded to her task. It wasn’t like she and Orihime hadn’tshowered and changed together before, whether during sleepovers when Orihimethought shower time was quality time or when they were dressing and undressingfor the dojo. But it was never thisintimate. Tatsuki never actually hadvisual access to Orihime’s nether parts, and she was finding it to be anintoxicating experience.
            She dropped Orihime’spanties down to her knees in a quick tug, and aside from an initial gasp fromthe mother, there weren’t any objections. Tatsuki was allowed to revel in staring up the curves of her bestfriend. She’d always had a nice, roundedass; it was better now somehow. Not astoned as when she practiced martial arts in their youth, but there was moremeat, more softness. And her crotchwasn’t as trimmed as before to the sleek triangular thatch. Still maintained, though, it spread out aboveher slit beautifully and lined her vulva. And it was suspiciously flared and… moist. More questions for Tatsuki to suppress; shedidn’t want to suspect that Orihime came to her for advice immediatelyafter the attempt with Ichigo.
            If she just eased asideone of Orihime’s lips and peered within… would Tatsuki discover a bounty ofIchigo’s semen settled deep inside the pink channel?
            Tatsuki was alreadydeciding to leave her toys out, for when after Orihime left. Her pussy was quivering already and neededsatiety. She was no Chizuru, but therewas no denying that her lust needed quenching at least daily.
            She ran her tongue overher lips. If she reacted on instinct,would hers and Orihime’s friendship survive? Would Orihime be impressed by the techniques Tatsuki had honed when devouringcunts? Would she reciprocate? Tatsuki had wondered how erotic it’d look tosee her friend’s curious eyes gazing up at her from beyond the slight bush ofher crotch.
            Somehow, though, shekept her urges in check. She grabbed thesmall bottle of lubricating oil and turned it over her hand, spilling itliberally, not caring that it dripped onto the bedspread. Orihime cared, though. “Tatsuki-chan! Your bed!”
            “Don’t worry about it,”answered Tatsuki with some humor in her voice. She looked up from her application and found Orihime looking back ather. She wanted to slip on the strap-onand mount Orihime then and there. “DoesIchigo fuck this hard?!” she’d asked in her heady throes. And if Orihime answered… she’d say, “Lethim prove it.”
            Nonsensicalwishing… Tatsuki went to work, reachingout, tenderly touching Orihime’s anus, swallowing hard when her friend cooed –“It’s warm…” – and eased into the sensation. The sphincter relaxed. Aftergetting it nice and wet – and swallowing her reservations – Tatsuki decided totest it and probed the hole. It… budged. But she wasn’t really trying.
            “Can I…?” she whisperedand trailed off.
            Orihime nodded with anaffirming noise behind her pursed lips.
            Tatsuki went in, movingthe very tip of her finger through Orihime’s threshold and felt the heat of herinsides wrap around her. She lingeredthere for a long time, uncertain if she should proceed or withdraw. Only Orihime whimpering and waving her buttanxiously made her retract… to the sound of disappointment from her redheadedfriend.
            “L-Let me just… oil thisup,” Tatsuki said with her chest heavy with breath. And patiently, Orihime waited as the smallbulb of the butt plug became coated with lube. Tatsuki didn’t hold back this time, as if she wanted to fill Orihimewith it before either of them could change their mind or get distracted. Tatsuki didn’t trust the way her own eyeskept regarded the strap-on while considering the submissive stance ofOrihime. And it didn’t help that sheknew merely stating that it’d help make room for the plug would get Orihime toagree to anything.
            Tatsuki wanted to touchherself as she situated the dull point to Orihime’s rim. It was skinny and small in comparison. If Ichigo had stuck his dick in here justonce – if he was as big as Orihime hinted he was – this should go it…
            “Ah♥” Orihime gave a lurch, her breasts lunging inher shirt as her asshole spread and gulped down the bulb of the butt plug,swallowing it almost immediately up to the pink jewel stopper.
            Even Tatsuki wassurprised at how easy that was! Could-Could it be that Ichigo was…?!
            She’d have to update herfantasies with this revelation!
            “Oh!” moaned the pluggedwoman, shifting her bottom this way and that, as if trying to buck somethinguncomfortable off of her. She lookedback again, now reaching for a cheek, trying to see the adornment now placedinside her. “It-It kind of… tickles.”
            “R-Right,” Tatsukiagreed, thinking of her first time inserting it into herself. It did tickle when the foreign sensation ofsomething going up there quelled. Thebody naturally rejected and tried to expel it, but the design of it preventedthat. It kept the muscles tense andalert, very susceptible and stimulating during sex and even regular activity.
            Tatsuki reclined,forcing a smile as she observed the situation from a further vantagepoint. Orihime’s ass looked very cutewith the little jewel wedged in between. “Well, just hold it in you for a while, and then, I-I guess we try anupgrade.” She swallowed while Orihimecheered, fixing her panties back in place and throwing her dress back over herlegs.
            When they were bothstanding, Orihime showing only slight discomfort from the meat of her assfolding around the plug, she threw her arms around Tatsuki with a happy “Thankyou!”
            At her shoulder, Tatsukichewed on her lip, tried not to think of how big and soft Orihime’s tits wereagainst hers, and held her hips back from thrusting like a horny dog.
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            “So Orihime wentover?” Ichigo looked very esteemed withthat haircut of his, ditching the look of an aloof delinquent who was too coolto style his hair. Tatsuki kind of missedit, but this matured look suited him. Her nipples perked, and she wondered if he noticed them standing outagainst her shirt. Her neglect of a brawas deliberate.
            “Not like we ran intoeach other at the market,” Tatsuki said just to rib him a little, remind himthat they weren’t a pair of acquaintances and had been friends sincechildhood. Just because he had newfriends from another plane of existence… She grabbed her drink – beer, since Kazui went to bed – and guzzledit. If Ichigo noticed her lack ofunderwear, he was being annoyingly casual about it. If there was ever an opportunity for her toinstigate a situation that sandwiched her between her two friends/crushes, itwas probably after sticking a butt plug up the wife’s ass. But if they weren’t going to address if forher… she’d need to get pretty drunk so that if it went badly, she could blameit on the booze afterward, and act like it’d never happened.
            Or maybe she just neededto drown herself in alcohol because, even drunk, she couldn’t do it…
            “I wanted to ask heradvice,” said Orihime cheerily, cleaning dessert dishes off the table.
            Tatsuki watched thetable be cleaned as she drank. Fantasiesalways involved her being thrown over a messy table before Ichigo shoved up herskirt – in their school days – or yanked down her pants and filled her up withhis need.
            Still, she wondered ifit’d be by Orihime’s own lips that Ichigo would find out about their pervertedactivity. Best not to intervene and seehow this played out. If Orihime justblurted it out – “Tatsuki-chan lent me a butt plug so I can fit your dick in myass, Ichigo-kun~♪” – Ichigo was more the type to be flabbergasted than getviolent and possessive of his wife. Healways struck Tatsuki as the type to enjoy girl-on-girl action anyway.
            “Oh?” Ichigo looked at his wife. “What about?”
            Orihime giggledsecretively while Tatsuki held her breath. How quickly could she take off her shorts – nothing underneath – andtell Ichigo to fuck her while Orihime tidied up the kitchen?
            “A se~cret~♪” sangOrihime with a wink.
            “A secret?” Ichigorepeated flatly, apparently disappointed to be left out. He looked at Tatsuki.
            She just sighed andstared woefully at her beer. “Yeah,” shemoped. “A secret.” She drank and asked for another.
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