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Building Up to Something	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > General Views: 14860 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Orihime could confess to having stolen a peek at Uryu as he changed inside his dressing space; the tags on the shabby curtain – the ones like ‘PRIVATE’ and ‘SAFE’ – were lies, as she was curious to men after Jinta. Just briefly, she saw Uryu’s cock, hanging narrow between his thighs, waving this way and that as he dressed. She considered letting him inside her. After allowing Jinta-kun to do so, he had seemed more calm and receptive to her, and she had felt unbearably good – if not awkward – after Chizuru-chan violated her in the school showers. Why not let Ishida-kun impress himself on her so they both could relax that night?
But the scourge of the Twelfth Squad ruined that fantasy. Kurotsuchi Mayuri attacked viciously and separated him from her, and that put her in Makizo’s reluctant hands. However, he set her down and said that he would not get far if she kept screaming like that!
“So why not put this in your mouth, if it’ll keep you quiet?!”
He had steered her into an alleyway; not deep or out of sight, he might as well have set her against the wall of the main walkway and shoved his dick in her face.
The troubles she feared for Uryu were put on immediate hold as the cock came out over Makizo-san’s hakama. He at least had the decency not to drop his trousers fully in public, but he still had no trouble fishing his erection from his fundoshi to offer to her.
He was considerably bigger than Jinta’s cock and Chizuru’s finger combined! At a stout five inches, she already imagined the spread he’d give her in contrast. But…
“In my mouth?” Her big eyes looked up curiously at his request. She recalled Chizuru ramming her two fingers to her throat, but for no effect but to steal spit. Was his intention to swab her saliva onto his prick? What good would come of that?
“Yeah, yeah,” urged Makizo, his temper losing to his excitement. His nostrils flared uglily and his grin showed his fat teeth. “It’ll… It’ll at least keep you quiet!” He pressed forward, missing her lips as she turned away nervously, letting him leave a snail-trail along her cheek. “C’mon, c’mon! There’s no time…!” He was shaking when he grabbed her chin in his strong hand. Before she could voice protest, he opened her jaw and impacted with the back of her throat.
She got a thump to the back of her head on the wall behind her, but her hair bun softened the blow. She had more time to focus on what was going into her mouth. Her eyes crossed as she looked down the length of the embedded shaft, where his black pubic hair flared out to cover the rest of his awkwardly-thick and -gangly body.
He breathed out heavily, a sigh of relief as he went inside her mouth nearly all the way. “Urk! You’re no Lieutenant Matsumoto,” he groaned with no disrespect, “but you’ll do!” He then began to thrust into her mouth, as she did not seem to know what to do. But he taught her… vigorously. He did not hesitate to grab her head and fuck it like a watermelon, though her hands did come up to try to hold his thighs at bay. His strength was greater than her protest though. He tossed his head back, moaning and swallowing and grunting like he was in a bout.
Orihime tightened her eyes against the assault, reminiscent of Chizuru-chan’s eagerness. Somewhere out there, Ishida-kun was fighting for his life as much as her escape. She, on the other hand… Suppressing the gag at her throat helped her start to reciprocate Makizo’s lusts. As best as she could, she gulped and followed his pace and ran her tongue up along his curved cock. He tasted salty and bitter, less pleasant than the strange foods she ate, yet she couldn’t seem to take enough of him in. She ultimately shocked him when her hands strode from his thighs to the back to hold his buttocks and press him into her twisting face, lips touching his base, nose nuzzling his hair.
“Gah! Don’t do that!” he begged, twitching all over, arms and hands moving as if disjointed. “I’ll explode!”
“No!”
The impending ejaculation was cut off brutally when Orihime took him out of her mouth and cast a pleading look up to him. The grays shimmered with the onset of tears. He was confused until she said, voice quaking, “Don’t explode!”
The guys from the Research and Development Bureau… Makizo thought of them and their last fiery moments only briefly. He’d rather see this woman’s beautiful face covered in a beautiful shower of cum… But her gullibility provided leeway to possibilities.
“I-I won’t,” he hissed, and then tugged her up by the elbow. “Not unless… not unless you do this for me!” His persistence fought against the security of her waist sash, and he won out. A sharp tug brought her hakama down to fall around her ankles. An odd fundoshi she wore, he thought when he witnessed her pink, lacy panties, but it somehow looked alluring. She could keep them, he decided, and just pulled them aside.
O the peach of womanhood! He was so glad to have happened upon the ryoka! He leaned upon Orihime, pressing her against the wall and reaching with his tongue for her lips as his fingers fiddled her nether ones. A gasp was all he needed to wrestle his tongue inside and flounder with her own. Whimpers and moans, he tasted while combatting her timid response.
Her pussy was wet, matting his strumming fingers with her honey. Wet enough to invade! He huffed, pressing the head of his cock to her entrance. She howled for as long as she could before he forced his mouth back over hers, wanting to taste her longer.
She stretched over him until he was firmly fitted inside. His weeping cockhead faced her cervix; a bit more pressure, and they kissed wetly. “It’s amazing,” he slurred between slobbering over Orihime’s mouth. “Oh, you’re so tight, woman! Tighter than Lieutenant Matsumoto!” He drooled over her when his hips pumped. In his hunched over posture, he couldn’t fully withdraw, but it was enough just to jut inside of her, feeling the bump of her cervical wall with each thrust. Her robes were a frustrating interference, but his hand slithered its way through until he held her bare breast and trapped her nipple between his fingertips.
“What’s going on?”
Makizo lunged and screamed in fear, though the voice was soft and curious. The big-breasted girl flopped and hung against the wall underneath where Lieutenant Kusajishi crouched and observed the odd spectacle. “L-L-Lieutenant! What’re you doing here?!” He smashed his pelvis into Orihime’s ass, making her wail, but at least his cock was completely hidden inside her.
“I was going to get some fish from Byakkun.” Yachiru’s pink head tilted curiously, trying to understand why an Eleventh member was squatting against the naked butt of this unfamiliar Shinigami. “What are you doing?”
“Uh-uh! Well, you see, this girl…” Maki-Maki forced a laugh out of his goofy smile. “She’s, uh, a ryoka. I’m… subduing her! Uh… Ryoka, take this!” He thrust hard, making Orihime cry out as if pain, performing her part unconsciously.
Yachiru leaned forward. “That’s how you fight them?” Her small mouth split in a wide grin. “How fun!”
“Y-yeah,” Maki-Maki agreed, and held Orihime by the hips. “I’m just about done with her, though. Um… Have this!” He began pounding Orihime harder than before, shoving his cock up into her, striking the passage to her womb each time.
Orihime, who could scarcely hear the conversation between lieutenant and underling, came almost immediately when Makizo heaved into her at this pace. He was not over her, so his pulls were longer and his shoves deeper and stronger. She tightened around him as a wave of her essence washed back over him, slickening her already-slick passage for him.
It was as if he slipped and plummeted himself, yelling and straining as his heavy, aching balls relieved themselves in her warmth. His white tide crashed upon the cove of her womb, swirling into her deepest chamber in the load he’d not ejected for days.
Every part of Maki-Maki tightened and then set loose. Even his stance came down and tested Orihime’s legs’ durability. His weight made her buckle, and he fell out of her and onto his ass indecently, cock flopping against one hairy thigh.
“Huh?” Yachiru jumped off her perch, caring naught for Maki-Maki and his weird sausage to instead see to the wheezing ryoka. The slit that she had herself between her little legs did not look like this bushy orange mess of goo and… “Haha!” Yachiru jeered, turning to her lesser and jabbing a stubby finger into the white semen leaking from Orihime. “Look! She’s leaking milk!”
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