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Building Up to Something	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > General Views: 14860 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Uwah! I’m sorry!” wailed Hanataro who had mistakenly walked in on the women’s therapeutic bathroom. A common occurrence for him, though not on purpose; he got turned around often and doubted his own certainties. “It’s… this way. No… maybe the other. I always confuse them”, and down the wrong corridor he goes. Last time, he had stumbled in on a full bath, with Lieutenant Kotetsu and a score of naked nurses. He had been chased away with toiletries and wet towels. It was a memory he’d prefer scrubbed from existence; he did not even take solace that he had learned Lieutenant Kotetsu’s nipples were a light shade of brown.
This time, there were only two women… and one of them was the mercifully understanding Captain Unohana. He might say he loved her if he hadn’t so much respect for her. He had already thrown his arms across his eyes to hide the knowledge of her nipples, profusely apologizing while the idea of backing out and running away completely eluded him.
But Unohana just smiled softly at him and said, “It’s alright, Hanatro. Would you like to join us?” She turned to her guest, smiling at her as well. “Would you mind mixed company?”
The female ryoka – now deemed an ally to the Court Guard Captains – accepted the offer with a nod. “Please join us,” she said to the awkward boy. It’d be nothing new to see the opposite sex naked, and a bath was innocent enough… unless you were Jinta-kun.
“Um, I don’t really know if I should,” returned Hanataro, lowering his hands but straying his eyes as far to the left as possible. Isane had not wanted any part of him to intrude on the women’s bath, but a command or request from the Captain herself… that was a matter entirely different. When he gained the courage to look at them – assured with their smiles – he saw that their towels were resting behind him, and they were completely naked in the water.
Hanataro himself, insecure of himself, bundled up in a towel that surrounded most of his body, much like how a woman carried a towel around herself. Not these women though, he thought with a gulp.
Before sense could make him decline again, Unohana disregarded his comfort with a command: “Hanataro, please sit with us.”
Hanataro – let alone anyone – could not refuse the polite offer of Captain Unohana, so he padded carefully into the pool like a wayward dog. But at the other side, furthest from the buxom beauties… “I meant for you to come over here,” Unohana said gently. “There is more than enough room between us.”
Hanataro did not think so when he sloshed over and wedged tight between them. A whole bath, yet the trio stuck shoulder-to-shoulder, and only Hanataro seemed to mind. He pulled into himself as tight as he could, looking down at his own towel-covered body to not seem eager to glimpse theirs. He was no pervert, but he seemed to have the worst luck when it came to respecting a woman’s boundaries. All he wanted was to respect them and everyone else so that they could be merciful when he undoubtably screwed up in the future.
“This is the Seventh Seat of my Squad,” Unohana introduced him with a gesture of her hand. “Yamada Hanataro.”
“Uh! Pleased to meet you!” The boy snapped his head in a quick but deep bow, turning only slightly to the girl who afterward – and in a voice nearly sweeter than Captain’s – introduced herself as Inoue Orihime. She addressed him kindly, which was enough to fluster the boy who’d been treated sorely by just about all who knew him. Captain was the exception, though she was firm when needed; Lieutenant Kotetsu seemed more to pity him than hold him in any regard.
“You helped Kurosaki-kun… and Ganju-kun.” Orihime leaned forward, her hands clasped underwater at her lap, which caused her heavy breasts to bulge against one another… not that Hanataro was looking! He quickly shot his eyes elsewhere and trembled. He may very well throw up, he was so nervous!
Captain nodded to Inoue-san’s observation. “It did take a great deal of courage to disobey those you’ve sworn allegiance to.” Her head bowed, eyes closed serenely as Hanataro weakly looked at her. “I am not saying it is right, but it shows inner strength.”
“Strength?” The word did not fit well in regards to the weakling. Being a part of the Fourth Squad was damning enough to his reputation, but he was a weakling’s weakling! At least, that was how he saw and even presented himself. And when it came to rescuing Kuchiki-san, his importance boiled down to a grappling hook of one-time use. Selling himself short, of course, but then… he was short.
“I don’t think I have any of that,” he said softly to Captain’s contrary.
Unohana studied him, seeing his modesty conflicted with pride at her assessment of strength. The poor boy seemed completely oblivious to his sides lined with naked ladies, too obsessed with his own insecurities. “Hm!” She cocked her head cutely to the younger girl. “Inoue-san, would you not say that Hanataro acted splendidly and to the best of his capabilities?”
“Yes!” answered Orihime eagerly, wholeheartedly agreeing with the statement. She might not have seen him in action, but he was a part of the effort to save Kuchiki-san, so that was more than enough for her to cast a vote in his favor in whatever category. “It was very brave what he did. I can’t say I was of much help,” she added, looking upward while touching her bottom lip with her fingertip, “but Kuchiki-san was saved either way! So that makes it a victory for us all!” She ended with a fierce – cute, but fierce – victory pose, gripping her flexed bicep and lifting her fist, all the while jostling her tits between her arms. The fleshy globes clapping against one another made gentle waves extend outward.
Hanataro was pleased to be praised even if he felt it undeserved. He started a stutter of a thanks until Captain took his turn, leaning partly across him to speak directly to Inoue-san. “And such a triumph deserves rewards, wouldn’t you agree, Inoue-san?”
And again, Inoue-san wholeheartedly agreed. Hanataro, feeling strangely stifled by his Captain’s closeness, and not at all ignoring that her hand had rested upon his leg. Upper thigh, no less! And it was that revelation that brought him to the next: his erection had woken! Toweled or not, the women would no doubt notice the thing sticking rigidly against the covering.
All at once, he began to stammer, stuffing both hands in his lap and hoping it’d all just go unnoticed until the damsel duo realized that sharing time with him would result in boredom. Please!he beseeched of fate. He’d enough woes without offending the beloved Captain.
Despite all his worries, Unohana discovered his secret swiftly enough with a brush of her fingers through his hands. “Wah! Captain! I’m so sorry!” He was so startled and apologetic that he didn’t even register that it was deliberately grabbed.
“Now, now,” she hushed him sweetly, and stroked up and down his hard length. “If you’re nervous, it’ll hinder your performance.” She looked across to Orihime, who had broken from her enthusiasm for Hanataro-kun to notice the goings-on under the waves. “Would you like to assist, Inoue-san? Or are you spoken for?”
Spoken for? She thought of Kurosaki-kun at once and immediately – and bashfully – rebuked the idea. “Not at all,” she stammered, waving both hands in front of her like a defense. Then she returned as an interested third-party. “I… I don’t mind helping.” She was curious, after all. She’d seen Maki-san’s and Jinta-kun’s; she wondered how Hanataro-kun’s would look.
Hanataro was a mess of flustered protests, but when Unohana directed him to sit at the rim of the bath, he was compelled to oblige, risking his dignity. And sure enough, though he clutched the towel around him like a modest lady, Captain split the bottom apart gingerly and put his cock on display for her and Inoue-san.
He certainly wasn’t large; the women were closer to ‘aww-ing’ than being in awe. But that was not discouraging when Unohana led the endeavor with a tongue, lapping at the underside of his head before inviting Orihime to do the same. The redhead did at once, a broader lick than Unohana gave, giving more time to sample before she enveloped the cock in a sudden surge from her mouth.
“Oh my,” Unohana fussed cutely, touching her cheek with a hand. “I feel old to see a young girl make such a bold move all of a sudden.”
Orihime sucked in the whole four inches, but hearing Unohana make such a statement, she retracted and tapped her head with her fist; a bonk for her hastiness. “Oh, sorry! Should I have waited?”
While the women discussed the niceties of shared blowjobs, Hanataro elated and pressured all at once, like his head was filling with helium while stones held his stomach to earth. And his dick…! The most underused part of him was now a topic of conversation and interest to TWO beautiful women! And it’s going in Captain’s mouth now! “W-wait, Captain…!” He could not bear to see her defiled by him, but Orihime conceded that this turn belonged to the other woman. Captain’s pass was smoother than the eager girl, putting the swollen tip lightly between her lips while her fingertips gently drew back his foreskin. His breath hitched amidst another protest, for her descent was so wonderous he could not bring himself to interrupt the sight. A gang of Eleventh Squad thugs could burst in at this very moment, and he would not be bothered to look anywhere but the image of Captain’s lithe lips drawing the fullness of his cock into her mouth.
She went all the way down until she felt the soft hairs of his pubis whispering against her lips and nose. From there, she practiced a gentle suckling motion. He was so small – not unimpressive, but small like the rest of him – that she pulled strongly at his root with every suck until she felt that she’d draw him raw.
Though handling him daintily, Unohana deposited a large amount of spit when disengaging. An intentional act, and it certainly enhanced the feel when she used a ring made of her middle finger and thumb to work up and down. The towel had pretty much fallen off the boy when he reached for balance. “You should, you should stop… Captain! I don’t want to…!”
Unohana disregarded him, looking instead to the girl who was joining in the indecent adventure. Sitting up as they both were had given Hanataro ample view of their bosoms. The girl, though younger, seemed to sport a larger set than Captain’s. C-Captain’s are browner than Lieutenant Kotetsu’s, he noticed with great following ignominy. Unohana’s, regardless of being bested, were still heavy and plump and healthy swells of flesh and twin nipples pebbled to swollen points; so were Inoue-san’s, when he dared to look, though they were candy pink and a bit broader by the expanse of her breasts.
“Are you experienced?” Unohana asked the ryoka, now nursing Hanataro’s high and hairless balls with comforting fingers. Hanataro seemed lost in his own mind, trapped by luscious sight, so he did not hear Captain’s question nor Orihime’s answer of “Some.” More than ‘some’, in truth, but she was modest. Tilting her head to one side, Unohana asked the ryoka if Hanataro suited her liking. Blushing, Orihime said that he was cute. “A hero is often rewarded with grateful women, and Kuchiki-san is unavailable.”
Only Orihime striding from the water, heavy rivulets spilling down her curvaceous form, did Hanataro buckle from thought. He stammered out in confusion when he found his hips caught between her knees, trapping his risen cock in the cleft of her sex, pinning it between his pelvis and her furred mound. Her clit pushed up, pointing towards his face, and his eyes locked on. “Ca-Ca-Captain!!” he whined fearfully.
“It seems you missed,” Unohana observed and had Orihime lift a little. The ass came up, and Unohana took it upon herself to direct the cock more properly. She made a remark – a quiet one to herself – of how youthful Orihime’s quim seemed. “Yet already experienced.” She helped Hanataro fill the slot of Orihime’s body. The pink rift separated smoothly over the rigid pike, and while the boy howled in his mournful way, Orihime gave a small moan before smiling at the content way he infiltrated her.
She had not ridden before; Tatsuki-chan had ridden her, in fact, while Maki-san plowed her to submission. But now the submissive was the boy. She was larger than him; taller and thicker. He had already fallen back on the floor, arching his head back and admitting that he wasn’t up to the task. Despite his erratic spasms, his hands had latched onto her thighs, stabilizing her, though his strength was minimal. She remembered Maki-san’s hands; rough and possessive, locking her in place as he fucked her to his satisfaction. “Um,” Orihime started, unsure how to phrase her position of power. “I’ll do my best!” Then she began to bounce on him, awkwardly as she was not used to relying on the balls of her feet, but his slight reach made it easier to experience with shorter, smaller strokes. And when she started to ride faster, Hanataro’s voice became louder. Just constant howling and whining and enjoyment! Orihime almost found it cute but for the invasive touch that crept the fissure of her buttocks, winding up intentionally at her second opening.
“Yah!” She looked back, wide-eyed to the woman who had emerged from the pond herself to sit aside her. Thick thighs tucked together, though that could not block the forest of pitch-black hair grown from her mound. As formally as she sat, she leaned as if dependent on Orihime’s side for balance, yet her right hand was the culprit of discovering Orihime’s yet-untouched hole. “You are not fully experience,” Unohana observed, and then inserted a finger.
Orihime buckled a moment, pushing more weight onto Hanataro’s chest than she meant to when she leaned forward, unfamiliar with this sort of invasion. “Wah! Unohana-san!”
“Uwah! Inoue-san!”
“There, there, relax, both of you.” But even Unohana’s soothing voice could not bring their anxiety to heel, though Orihime’s backwards push enlightened her to the fact that while the hole quivered and clenched, she was not objecting to the treatment. Unohana grinned to herself and began to pump her digits. And while her right hand did that, her left slipped up Orihime’s side to make a grab at those tits that rolled with the quaking motion of her hips. “You should touch one, Hanataro. They are very nice.” Her fingers sunk into the helping of breast, the nipple free and peeking out between her middle and ring fingers.
Possessed by the offer, Hanataro snatched the other and pinched at the nipple. “It-it feels so niiiiice!” He began to fill Orihime then, spreading his seed throughout her channel where he could not reach. The white tide pushed to her full depths before it washed back and down his contracting balls.
The heat was deliciously pleasurable, but if not for Unohana bringing her hand from breast to clit, Orihime might not have cum herself. But the Captain rubbed the pink jewel with the semen coming back out of Orihime’s cunt. She smeared it all over the outside of Inoue-san’s quim, across her swollen and clenching lips and through her orange pubic hair. The thorough and experienced touches had Orihime falling back, jutting out her hips to spray across Hanataro’s belly with stickiness of her own; not that he had any presence of mind to react.
“Very good,” mused Unohana when the contractions and trembling quieted. Carefully, she extracted both fingers, though Orihime’s anus gripped her as if unwilling to let her go so soon. Orihime, nonetheless, exhaled in relief while a few drips of sweat rolled from her brow. She looked to the older woman with relief and exhaustion, thankful for this chance of enjoyment, though Hanataro-san seemed devoid of life but for the droning echoing from his mouth, the swirl of his eyes, and the soft putter of his small chest.
“I apologize for seeming impolite, Inoue-san,” said the Captain with her normal, eerie cheer, “but it appears that you are on my seat.”
It took Orihime a moment to realize what that meant, and grinning, she let Hanataro’s cock slop out of her. It would not take long to convince it to take some of Hanataro’s ‘inner strength’.
And it’d bless him to possess the infinite well of courage he had when facing down Captain Kuchiki, for Captain Unohana was not quickly satisfied.
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