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Jinta
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            Inoue-san, please make sure Jinta bathes.
            Those were the words that put her here, naked and scrubbing the back of a boy whose face was redder than his hair. He had complained and barked at Urahara for treating him like a kid, but it was difficult for him to refuse the girl who had touched his shoulder and promised to take good care of him. Granted, they hardly knew each other, but Urahara had to meet with everyone going to the world of Shinigami to bring back Kuchiki-san.
            And one request of Urahara’s before departing was bathing the kid who stayed dirty in the basement – which Orihime had not seen. But the bathroom, she now had, rubbing soap along Jinta’s back as he curled forward embarrassedly.
            “Don’t be shy, Jinta-kun,” Orihime cooed. “I used to bathe with my older brother all the time.”
            “I’m not shy,” Jinta denied, yelling fiercely at the wall in front of him while paying rapt attention to how soft her hands were covered in soap. “It’s just…” He closed his mouth to the uncertainty that stole out in his voice. He stiffened his posture and made as manly a face as he could while blushing hard. “I’m a man! I can’t be treated like a kid!”
            Orihime gave a soft laugh; not demeaning but endearing. “Jinta-kun is so cute,” she said like a mother might.
            Cute?! It was as if the fuse to his patience had worn out. Abandoning his fear for pride, he leapt up and swung around, facing the surprised girl with his crotch. “Does this look cute to you?!” he flamed.
            Orihime observed with interest the sprout of his loins. He wasn’t much longer than Chizuru’s invasive middle finger was; hardly as thick. But it was captivating in its own way, to a girl who marveled at the ordinary. It stood up straight, and the shell of his foreskin held to his helmet. And of course, she said it was cute.
            “Wha…? What?! Grr! I’ll show you!” He did have some prodigious strength, more than the norm for a kid his size. Toppling Orihime was easy, though it was likely that she allowed herself to fall back, legs conveniently splayed and hands away from her soapy breasts; her peachy nipples were at least uncovered, much to the twitching delight of his cock as it sprung forth its dollop of pre-cum.
            Jinta wasn’t at all familiar with this act, but he knew what was supposed to happen. When he and Ururu bathed, he’d threaten to stick her with it if she got soap in his eyes. But Ururu’s bald cleft did not look like this. The growth of hair was new and somehow adventurous to the youth who’d yet to grow hair there himself.
            “Jinta-kun?”
            He snapped out of it, refusing to be mesmerized into inaction. He growled to himself as much as her, “I won’t back down!” He settled himself quickly in between the busty beauty’s thighs – which seemed like they could crush his boy body in between them if she so chose – and aimed. Right in the hole; right in the gash… If nothing else, this would make him a man.
            He slid in, and he had to keep from yelling above Orihime’s slight murmur to her body adjusting around his boy cock. He wasn’t slender like Chizuru-chan’s fingers, nor could the cock curl and press against that delicious spot that Chizuru had founded and she had learned to touch herself. At the same time, it felt right and… better to have Jinta’s penis harbored inside her. She waved her hips slightly and screwed herself down on him, exhaling pleasantly as Jinta clapped a hand over his own mouth.
            Dammit! What’s with this girl?! he thought, distressed. She had willingly taken him into her body and fledged him a man! Was this nothing to her?
            Not nothing, but she had been aching for someone’s touch for a while. A pity it was not Kurosaki-kun, who she had imagined would have a splendid cock. But Jinta-kun was darling; she did not want to say no, and was happy she did not.
            The boy quivered over her, shaking while her tight walls embraced him. He was a far cry off from her cervix, but his stand-in was well-enough suited to delight her. “Move your hips, Jinta-kun,” she encouraged with her innocent smile.
            Jinta looked like he was on the verge of crying even as he shouted at her not to tell him, he knew what to do! But saying and doing translated very differently. If he knew what to do, he was very uncertain about it. He drew back, groaning pitifully as he did, back arching deep. The air must’ve been chilly, for the moment his tip reached the threshold, he dove right back in, earning a grunt from her as her body rocked, tits rounding a bounce. He did it again, and again, if only to watch her boobs rotate over and over.
            She braced against his weak but savage thrusts, anchoring herself to the floor on her elbows and planting her feet on either side of him. He had worked into a rhythm that was sloppy and full of haste, but she was enjoying it. Focused, unlike Chizuru; Chizuru had been all over the place, frenzied by lust. Jinta felt like a good massage, though unpracticed and untested. She wasn’t sure that white would erupt in her mind, but it give her a lasting tingle for the rest of the…
            “Gah!” Jinta did have some knowledge of sex; the importance of it, maybe… He yanked his dick out of Orihime with hardly a second to spare before he blew streaks across her stomach that even caught the undersides of her swollen breasts.
            Orihime’s first experience with semen. She was rather impressed by the quantity Jinta shared with her, likening his firing prick to a gunner, though his sac did not seem like it could carry such a load! The white of his donation slipped along her wet skin, bleeding into the patches of suds that had yet to slide off her and onto the floor.
            Jinta, stabilizing on her knee, rattled weakly, but faced her firmly with the best scowl he could manage, though he seemed very tired. “How… pant-pant! How’s that?!”
            Orihime blinked at him, and then gushed softly. “So cute,” she had to say again to his bravado.
            “Oh yeah?!” He wielded his near-flaccid cock again and forced it back inside her snatch. She perhaps giggled more this time, watching Jinta flail on top of her for perhaps less time than the first, only to drop weaker bombs into her pubic hair. She curiously rubbed the sticky liquid into her hair and skin. It took no verbal provocation for Jinta, almost seeming ghost-faced, to try a third time; the longest time, and the only time he did not draw out of her.
            The load dribbled out of Orihime in a small, inconsequential rivulet that she doubled over to observe as Jinta rolled onto his back, panting and feeling like he wouldn’t move for hours. “How’s that,” he repeated with no authority or strength, and feared the answer she would undoubtedly give.
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