Riruka shares with Orihime.

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            “I… I didn’t think you’d want to invite me over for… lunch.”

            Riruka smirked wickedly at her guest’s wary remark.  “Huh?  Well, I was feeling especially nice today.  And with that apartment you live in, I figured you never get to enjoy such a special treat.”

            A small table was between them with a simple plate of simple donuts.  Orihime would have already stuffed one in her mouth and would be eyeing a second helping… if not for the third party.  In front of the tray of donuts – or rather, looming over them – was a cock.  An erect cock.  And it belonged to whomever it was bound to the post set up in the Xcution base that had since been abandoned.  Riruka had claimed it as a sort of hideaway, somewhere to enjoy normal comforts with friends – which consisted of Orihime and no one else – and decided that today could do with a post in the middle of brunch or whatever, and that post could do with a man of strong build, hands handcuffed to the loop of the post, standing naked with a jutting erection and a hefty teddy bear head to hide his identity.  That there wasn’t so much as a sound beneath the goofy, smiling face led Orihime to believe that Riruka had also fit him with a gag.

            Riruka had introduced him briefly as Lotso-san, and that was about it for explanation.  Orihime, walking in, had looked intensely at the male form; the definition of muscle being second to her shocked intrigue of the long and hard arousal stretching over the tasty-looking donuts.  How was she supposed to just ignore the penis?!  It was right next to her, in close proximity, to where Riruka offered her a seat.

            Yet Riruka-chan seemed at a natural ease, like she was in her element and was thriving at Orihime’s discomfort.  She crossed her legs tight and leaned toward her buxom guest like there wasn’t a dick hanging in between them.  “Well?  Would you like the get started?”

            Orihime flinched, her daydreaming disturbed.  Unsure of how to hold this quietly interrupted conversation, she just tried a smile and asked, “H-how do we…?”

            “I guess you really haven’t had a treat like this.”  Something in Riruka-chan’s tone sounded pleased at this, like something to her was confirmed.  “It can’t be helped, then.  I’ll have to show you.”  And without pause, she lifted a hand and closed it around the cock.

            “Riruka-chan!”

            “What, did you think it was just decoration?” Riruka jibed, and began to rub the cock firmly, back and forth.  “It’s not as fun if we just watch.”

            The look on Orihime’s face disagreed.  She had turned directly to what Riruka-chan was doing, and though her face was scorched with embarrassment and she had a look of conserved reproach, she couldn’t break her concentration.  The head leaked!  It actually brought her to gasp as the dewy drop flowed, spilling down in a long, wasteful string that inevitably snapped and plopped on the tiled floor.

            “That’s not the main event,” Riruka assured her, still smirking in that wicked way as Orihime lingered on the clear spatter now between the man’s feet.  Orihime picked up her gaze to look at Riruka, and then she nodded, held her breath, and let Riruka-chan stroke more dewdrops out of the man’s length.  What she could not know was how long he had been there, with Riruka baiting him, edging him with idle touches and caresses.  “Not before she gets here,” she’d lecture him when he started to tense up.  His knees had buckled, the pain of put-off release swelling in his testicles.

            Riruka stroked him more and more, going at a sprint various times before stopping; the man’s chest would expand expectantly, but when the race abruptly paused, it’d deflate and the process would have to begin again.  Riruka switched hands, sighing or groaning, before finally complaining, “I’m tired.”  A blatant lie; she could have gotten him across the finish line.  She then gestured to Orihime.  “Here, you finish it.”

            “Me?!”  Orihime, of course, sounded shocked.  She was thinking that, whatever this was, she was just to be a spectator who would enjoy some donuts afterward!  She cupped her red cheeks and exclaimed, “I’ve never…!”

            “Ah~ whatever,” droned the other, waving off whatever excuses Orihime could make.  She snapped at her with a pointing finger.  “You mean to tell me you’ve never done anything like this?”

            Of course, a memory was triggered by the accusation.  “It’s like this, Orihime.  Guys apparently love it.”  It was a hot summer day, and she was spending it with Tatsuki-chan in her room; Tatsuki-chan being dressed ultra-casual in a tank top that gave air and very-rare visibility to her cleavage, and without a bra.  Orihime, of course, was too fond of dresses to go down only to her underwear like Tatsuki-chan.  They were enjoying popsicles to beat the heat, and the conversation had leaned to boys by Tatsuki’s provocations.  And when Orihime’s bust was put into focus, Tatsuki urged her to use those things!  Taking her green popsicle to her chest, Tatsuki demonstrated what guys apparently like – from her understanding as a third party.  She squashed her C-cups over the popsicle, never minding the mess melting over and between them, and moved them up and down.  “Blessed with a pair like yours,” she said with a wink, bringing out the near-dissolved popsicle to be slurped off the stick, “it’d be a waste not to use them to win Ichigo over!”

            Coming back from the embarrassing memory, Orihime shuffled nervously.  “Well,” she started meekly, “Tatsuki-chan did mention something.”

            Who the hell was Tatsuki-chan?  Tch.  Never mind.  Riruka gestured to the waiting penis.  It was already spilling over with more precum, and time was wasting.  “Well, then, get to it!  Just do whatever Tatsuki or whatever told you to do!”

            Orihime peeked up.  “R-really?”

            “Yes, really!” barked Riruka.

            “Um, okay.”  She hesitated briefly, but soon mustered up the will to act.  And Riruka was rendered stunned as Orihime eased down the loose collar of her puffy pink top.  No amount of leisure was going to help her collar ease one tit out, and then the other.  But all the same, at the cost of some damage to her clothes’ integrity, Orihime brought out her tits, moved directly in front of the anon.  Looking up at the bear face now tilting down to her – where there eyeholes for him to see? – she said, “If you don’t mind, Lotso-san…  This is my first time.”

            Her big, bountiful breasts squished the dick between them.  It was so hard and so warm; also slick from the runny fluid from its cute slit.  Aside from its heat, this must be what a popsicle feels like; Orihime got the roles confused.  Best as she could manage and recollect from Tatsuki-chan’s brief demonstration, she pushed her tits up and down the length, bringing her chin to chest to watch the head disappear and reappear from her heaving cleavage.  It surprised her to see a rather forceful dollop of precum surge, the promise of a fruitful bounty if she continued.

            Not what Riruka had anticipated…  She was biting her thumb in envy and a bit of arousal.  Damn her.  I didn’t think she’d bring those out.  She just wants to show them off.

            Lotso-san suddenly struggled, his hips pushing forward and throwing off Orihime’s pace.  She slowed and simply hugged her melons around him, looking up like the bear face would convey some expression other than adorable joy.  “Are you okay, Lotso-san?”

            “He’s trying to tell you to get out of the way,” Riruka jeered, picking up the tray of donuts, looking agitated at her big-breasted guest.  “It’s the main event.”

            Orihime was confused what she meant by that, but did as she was bade.  Her tits slumped off of the cock, now twitching and leaking and seeming desperate.  “Just use your hand now,” Riruka instructed her, sounding a bit cross as she did.  Again, Orihime listened and obeyed, grabbing the cock closer to the base while Riruka handled the head and aimed it at the spread of donuts.  With bickering gestures – their hands bumping clumsily together as they helped Lotso-san keep his momentum – the girls completed their joint mission.

            “Wow~” Orihime couldn’t help but cheer in awe as the twitching appendage began to spit and spew long drizzles of white frosting over the plain, fresh-baked donuts.  One shot caught the edge of the plate and dripped off to the floor, but Riruka’s managing of the head was otherwise precise, getting every treat a healthy glaze while still pumping the cock to siphon every pearly drop.  The edging had helped with the production, but made the strength of the bursts erratic and stronger than calculated; one donut was pushed by the sheer force of impact.

            “Hmph!  Is that all of it?” Riruka reprimanded when the jets ceased and the cock began to wane.  As if it wasn’t an impressive, abundant load that covered each donut with some leftover for dipping.  Orihime had let go to watch the ejaculation in full attention; Riruka pushed it straight it, pinched her fingers at the base of his tube, and moved up to milk out whatever remnants she could.  Some spilled out, and she had to flick it onto the plate from his tip, but she wouldn’t get much more than that.  However dazzled Orihime – or most other women – might have been, Riruka acted displeased and just about threw the underperforming cock away.  It swung at the man’s waist, side-to-side, still in a halfway-arch.

            The platter was set on the table, the contents ready for consumption.  Riruka, finding a clear spot of a donut, grabbed it and lifted the creamiest end to her lips.  Breathing in the male scent covering the treat, she glanced at Orihime; Orihime was ogling the spread with new desire.  What was she, a child?!  Scoffing, Riruka sat back and told her, “What are you waiting for?  Let’s eat.”  Then she bit into the cum-covered donut and ate it.

            Gulping nervously and thinking that she was going to leave a wet stain on her seat now that her vagina had started to sweat, Orihime chose to gooiest donut.  It came up from a puddle of cum that reached with the ascending donut until the strands all broke.  Riruka-chan seemed to like the flavor; she was eating without pause.  So Orihime was sure that it was to be good.  At the same time, she had to pause to inspect the added ingredient.  The semen was heavy, but moved in thick rivulets when the donut turned.  A pasty white; smelled strong, like the bottle of bleach that she used in laundry.  She’d never thought to drink that, but something about its musk on a donut, having come from a man…  Would that make this a man-flavored donut?  Orihime opened her mouth wide with a cute “Uwah~” and then chomped down.  Her teeth bit through the pastry and the puddle of goo, and at once, she was ecstatic!  She chewed the cummy mess in her mouth, swallowed, and then held out the donut in reverence.  “It’s good~!” she sobbed while the semen began to run down her fingers.

            Riruka, with some cum at the side of her mouth, smirked.  “I told you so,” she said matter-of-factly, and then licked up the jizz.

            Orihime, like a glutton, consumed the rest of the donut without haste, and then cleaned up her fingers with her tongue.  There was another, finely-splotched donut ripe for the taking, and she was halfway to it before she had second thoughts.  Of course, reaching halfway, she was leaning, which caused her tits to hang and wobble subtly; Riruka sneered at them.

            “Shouldn’t we share with Lotso-san?  He should try his flavor too.”

            Riruka was just about to scoff at the idea and say that he was lucky to be able to watch them eat his produce.  But instead, she smirked and picked up one of the donuts.  “He can enjoy it later.”  And then she squeezed his cock through the donut hole, outfitting his crotch with the treat while the two girls enjoyed the rest.  Needless to say, Orihime licked the plate clean at the end.

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