Curiosity

Warning: Just PWP though with a bit of plot and possible OOC, kinda hentai-ish, nothing else . . . .

Curiosity by Neema aka Boogermeister

Chapter 1- My First

Ichigo was never the one who would have a normal high school life, considering that she never had a notmal life to begin with. Dealing with her crazy Dad, kicking down her male classmates who annoys her, and dealing with the perverted shopkeeper who owned a small candy shop on the path between home and school. She would scowl at said man, Kisuke Urahara, whenever he greeted her that was obviously suggestive with sex. The man was too rude, considering that she was a young teen girl.

But underneath the scowling, Ichigo was internally turned on by the blonde's laid-back voice. Even though she had blushed out of embarrassment from his words, she also blushed out of lust for him. Often, she was glad that her little sisters were out in the park or her father in his clinic office so she could hide out in the bathroom, discarding her clothing and hiding in the bathroom. She would imagine Urahara touching her underneath the loud shower, through her hair and at her average-sized breast.

"Fuck . . . ." she moaned breathlessly, as her hand traveled down to the drenched fuzz of her crotch. She bit her bottom lip when she slipped on finger inside herself, wondering how Urahara's . . . . thing would feel like that. She's such a prude for thinking so little about sex. She knew how sex works, she like every other students was taught during Phys. Ed. But she wasn't like most other students, she was a prude because she was a virgin. She wouldn't have sex with just anyone like most girls her age. Just him.

She exhaled sharply as she inserted another finger, as she continued imagining lewd thoughts with that older shopkeeper. She thought of trying to let out her feelings for him, but she wanted to do more than that. "Damn it . . . ." she gasped. Maybe she could do it tomorrow since it was Saturday so she didn't have school. She could . . . .

Her family was oblivious to her leaving home at late morning the next day, probably to meet with her friends somewhere. But that wasn't the case, Ichigo's heart was thumping wildly as she was near the possibly closed shop. But as she got up to the door, she noticed that it was slightly opened. "Ah . . . ." she sighed, pushing it wide enough to slip inside. As usual, the store was always empty pratically every day. She could do it, as she took a deep breath.

". . . . Urahara?" she called out quietly as she walked in further. As soon as she said his name, the blonde man slid the back door opened and yawned lightly. She felt a quiver in her nether region at the slightly disheveled sight of him, his sleeping robe slacked to reveal his toned abs and chest a little. His pale flaxen hair was a little ruffled, he almost have a five o'clock shadow, and yet he couldn't look any more sexier.

"Ah, Miss Kurosaki . . . ." he gave a friendly smile at her. "What do I owe for this pleasure for visiting me?"

"There's something . . . . important that I need to talk to you about, Urahara," she muttered quietly, glancing down so he wouldn't notice her obvious blushing.

"Well, it's almost time to open anyway, I needed to wake up," he shrugged lightly. "Follow me, please . . . ." Ichigo nodded as she slowly walked after him, only to be ahead of him once he closed the door and silently locked it. But she didn't notice as she sat beside the low table and he sat across from her. "Now then . . . . you want to talk to me at this time, Miss Kurosaki?" he questioned quietly.

"Well . . . ." she muttered, finally glancing at him and blushed deeper when he was smiling so nonchalantly. "Since I started high school, you've been . . . . sexually harrassing me verbally whenever I come home from school and it's annoying . . . ."

"Oh, you don't like it when I said such naughty stuff to you?" Urahara asked quietly, and she winced slightly at his enticing tone.

"Actually, Urahara . . . . I kinda like it," she finally admitted. At that, he merely glanced at her with a few blinks. "Urahara . . . . I like you and . . . . I know it's kinda wrong to feel like this as a teenage girl--"

"I already knew, Miss Kurosaki," he sighed with a small smile.

"Huh?"

"For the past several weeks, right? That's why I was messing with you on your way home."

"Oh . . . . I feel a little embarrassed now," she mumbled with a slight scowl.

"Don't be . . . . Ichigo," muttered Urahara, and his smirk widened as he moved towards her. Ichigo felt her breathing hitched slightly when his face was an inch away from hers. "If you want, you could show your feeling right now by kissing me."

"Kissing you . . . .?" she questioned quietly. "A-all right then . . . ." She twitched her lips closer, but Urahara beat her to the punch by instantly latched onto her mouth in a ravaging kiss. She would have gasped at the moment if it weren't for his grabbing behind her head to deepen it, diving his tongue down her throat. "Mm! Mmm . . . .!" she whimpered slightly but quickly relaxed and soon she moaned into the saliva-drenched kiss.

"Mmm . . . . you tasted just as sweet as I expected, Ichi-chan," smirked Urahara before kissing her again. Ichigo moaned softly at the new nickname, that and the cherry-flavor taste from him was making her nipples unexpectedly hard. "Hmm? . . . . What's this?" he muttered, breaking the kiss to gaze at her flushed face. "Seems that there's something else you want to tell me, Ichi-chan."

"Yes . . . ." she panted lightly.

"And what is it?"

"Well . . . . I want to experience 'it' with you, Urahara," she muttered quietly.

"'It'? As in . . . . sex?" he question with such an amusing tone. Ichigo shuddered at the way he said it and nodded. "Ah, are you sure? So soon?"

"I . . . . I always wanted to do it with you, even . . . . touching myself in the shower whenever I think of you," she mumbled in embarrassment.

"Really . . . .? Well, if you want . . . ."

"You mean, you want to do it with me, Urahara?" she questioned as her heart was suddenly jumping in anticipation.

"But of course . . . . I want to see you strip first, Ichi-chan," he smirked as he sat back. Ichigo stared at him and nodded lightly. "Don't worry, don't be shy . . . ."

"All right, Urahara--"

"No, you should call me Kisuke from now on," smirked Urahara. Ichigo nodded again and stood up, though she was only dressed in T-shirt and jeans it was like wearing a tight bikini. Hesitantly, she gripped at her hem of her shirt and pulled it off herself. ". . . . Ah, you're truly ready for me, Ichi-chan," he smirked, staring at the nipples sticking slightly through her cotton bra.

"Ki-Kisuke . . . .!" she frowned in deep embarrassment, quickly covering her chest.

"No, no, now the bra must come off now that you acted that way," he smirked. Ichigo nearly whined at the tease but complied, reaching behind her back to unhook the undergarment. She inhaled sharply once the cool air met her bare breasts, her perky nipple erect for the shopkeeper to see. "Hm, not too big . . . . just perfect, Ichi-chan."

"Th-thanks, Kisuke . . . ." she muttered as her face became deep red.

"And now the pants . . . ." She gulped but her hands moved to the button and the fly, removing her sneakers in the process before undoing the pants and wiggled out of them. "Ah, wait a minute, Ichi-chan . . . ." muttered Urahara.

"What . . . .?" she mumbled, shuddering at the fact that she was in her panties in front him.

"Sit down on the table," he suggested. Ichigo blinked in slight confusion but nodded as she sat down on the wooden furniture. "Tell me, Ichi-chan . . . . are you a virgin?"

"Ah! Well . . . ." she stuttered but Urahara merely smiled.

"Is that why you want to experience your first time with me?" he asked. "I understand . . . . because I would like to know how you feel around me." He suddenly grasped at her smooth thighs and nudged them apart, Ichigo whimpered at being nearly exposed close to his face. "Hmm . . . . you're making you panties wet, Ichi-chan," he teased, glancing at the moist clothed mound before back at her. "Maybe you should push it aside so you wouldn't ruin it so much.

"Kisuke . . . .!" she whimpered in both shame and lust. Slowly, she reached down and manuveured the cloth, whining more now that her crotch was truly revealed. "It's . . . ."

"It's gorgeous, Ichi-chan," chuckled Urahara, gazing down at the damp fold covered with bright orange fuzz. Ichigo couldn't blush anymore but felt her ears getting hot. "I bet you wouldn't mind that I take a better look at it," he remarked as his hands reached up to touch her.

"Ahh! Kisuke . . . .!" she gasped sharply, when the folds were gently pushed apart to reveal her aroused nub as well as the tiny entrance seeping out her secretion.

"Heh, you're obviously pure for me to take . . . . but to be sure . . . ." he muttered before sticking his tongue out to lick at the sensitive area. Ichigo immediately convulsed at the sudden contact and gasped loudly with her back arched to the table.

"Kisuke . . . .!"

"It's nice to see a reaction like that," he smirked before continuing, holding her hips down as he tasted her. Ichigo could feel her eyes watering at the sensation, she being violated by a small wiggling muscle. Urahara pulled away with a trail of spit connecting to the sensitive area before it broke away. "You said you like to touch yourself when thinking of me, right, Ichi-chan?" he teased again. "I want to see that, and there's no need to be shy anymore."

"All right . . . . Kisuke," whimpered Ichigo. Like before, she slowly reached down to her exposure and inserted a middle finger inside of her. "Ahh . . . ." she moaned breathlessly, moving the single digit in and out for the pervert, who nearly groaned at the lewd sight. "Kisuke . . . ." she whimpered, adding another finger as she continued and more secretion leaked out. "Please . . . . I want to see you too . . . . I've never seen one upclose before . . . ."

"Ah, you naughty vixen . . . ." smirked Urahara. "Stop now, I'll show it to you." Ichigo smiled and took her soaked fingers out, as he stood up. She noticed a tent underneath his robe and it made her heart quickened. "Tell me, Ichi-chan, you want me to fuck you with or without a condom?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"When's your last period?" he questioned.

"Oh, it was . . . . five days ago, I think," she mumbled in slight confusion.

"Oh, good," he smiled lightly. "I wouldn't want to impregnate you on your first time." He took off the robe, and Ichigo nearly flinched at the head of his erection peeking through the slit of his boxers, already dripping precome. "Ichi-chan . . . . do you really want to give me your virginity?"

"Yes, Kisuke . . . . I can't think of any other person to have me," she muttered lustfully, as her entrance twitched in excitement. Urahara smirked and shrugged his boxers off, and Ichigo's legs instinctively widened at the sight of his erected penis twitching slightly with veins roped around the length. Remembering the diagram at Phys. Ed., the penis was slouched flaccidly over the testicles, but this one looked longer and darker due to blood rushing inside the organ.

"No, I don't my table would hold the two of us," he muttered. "Ichi-chan, take off your panties and go to the bedroom. We should be comfortable for your sake."

"Oh . . . . okay, Kisuke," she muttered as she staggered to stand and walk to the opened door to the right, quickly removing her final article of clothing. The futon mattress on the floor was rumpled with sheets and pillows, as she knelt down onto the comfortable area just as Urahara walked in.

"Ichi-chan, I have a deal for you," he smirked.

"What?" she questioned as she glanced up.

"You're giving me the one thing that you can't take back," he replied. "In doing so, you should give in to any other experiments that relates to sex . . . ."

". . . . All of them, Kisuke?"

"No, I won't do some that might scar you since you're still young," he smirked as he knelt in front of her. "Speaking of which, how old are you?"

"Ah, I'm fifteen but my birthday's this summer," she mumbled, but it made his smirk widened a little.

"Gosh, I'm gonna 'rape' you, Ichi-chan," he whispered lowly, leaning to kiss at her lips. "Fucking a teenage minor is against the law, no matter how consensual."

"Rape?"

"No, I mean satuatory rape, but I'm not really raping you," he muttered. "It kinda makes me an old man, even though I'm 33."

"Really . . . .?" she muttered quietly.

"But enough of that, Ichi-chan," smirked Urahara, nudging her down on her back. "I gotta warn you, it might hurt at the first penetration."

". . . . As long as it's you, Kisuke," breathed Ichigo as she opened her legs wide for him. The blonde man stared down at her gaping entrance and licked his lips as he positioned himself in front of her. She whined at the feeling of his head rubbing teasingly at her, feeling the precome smearing at her pinkness. "Kisuke . . . ."

"Get ready," he warned, slowly pushing into the tight hole. Ichigo immediately moaned as his hardness pushed in further, only to gasp in pain when she felt something tear inside of her. "Sorry, I pushed into your hymen," he groaned softly. "You'll bleed for a moment but nothing serious, Ichi-chan."

"Ahh . . . .!" gasped Ichigo, she could feel a warm trickle of blood seeping out but she was overridden in pleasure of having her new lover inside of her.

"Hmm . . . . I'm completely in, I think I'm near you cervix," he groaned deeply. He bit his lip at the constricting pressure around him, the teen girl really wants him to give it to her. "All right . . . ." he sighed, gripping at her hips and pulled out. Ichigo moaned softly in pain and Urahara took a quick glance at his erection coated with natural lubrication but a tint of blood. He suddenly trusted back in before resuming the quick rhythm.

"Ahh! Ahh, Kisuke . . . .!" Ichigo moaned loudly, gripping tightly at his shoulders. "It's so good, you feel so fucking good inside of me, Kisuke!"

"Such a filthy mouth you have, Ichi-chan," grinned Urahara. "Maybe later, I should do something to punish it."

"Kisuke . . . .!" moaned the teen, clenching even tighter around him. He grunted but continued to give her quick thrusts, as he leaned down to suckle at her pink buds. "Ahh . . . .! You perverted bastard, Kisuke!"

"The perverted bastard that took your innocence and fucking you like crazy," he smirked, flicking his tongue at her nipple before sucking most of the soft mold of her breast.

"Kisuke, stop teasing me . . . .!" she whimpered so loudly.

"Ahh, but you like it so much, Ichi-chan." For her first time, Ichigo looked like she was going to lose it but Urahara had other plans. Keeping steady on the pace, he reached to fondle at her nub.

"Argh!" she yelped, the sensitivity was causing her insides to overflow instantly.

"Oops, guess you just climaxed," panted Urahara as he saw the sheets now soiled with her juices. "I'm nearly close myself . . . . you wanna feel it, Ichi-chan?"

"Wh-whahh . . . .?" mumbled Ichigo, befuddled by her overstimulated body being rammed harshly by this pervert.

"My cum, want me to shoot my hot seed inside of you?"

"Ye . . . . Yes . . . ." she garbled.

"Good, I was gonna do it anyway . . . ." he groaned deeply. With a last few thrusts, he immediately stilled inside of her and gritted his teeth. Ichigo's chocolate eyes suddenly widened as hot liquid gushed into her and let out a strangled gasp.

"Ki . . . . Ki-Kisuke . . . .!" she gasped, feeling her new lover's penis twitched inside of her before becoming soft and being pulled out. "Ghh . . . .!" She convulsed a little as she felt the liquid oozing out of her just before going limp, panting harshly.

"Wow, if only I could get you pregnant on the first try, Ichi-chan . . . ." admired Urahara as he stared at the lewd sight. "How was it? Was it really good for you?"

". . . . Yes," she panted with a weak smile. Reaching down, her fingers scooped up the thick white secretion that he had expelled into her. "This is your cum . . . .? Kinda look like cream . . . ." She licked at it but was too spent to make a face at the slightly bitter fluid. "Hmm . . . . it's okay."

"Really, Ichi-chan?" Urahara smirked as he moved around her, his penis was stll covered with the white stain when it was right at her face. "Why not lick off what's left of it, then?"

"You sick pervert . . . ." she scoffed lightly but did it anyway, gripping at the reawakening member and giving it kitty-like licks.

"I did say that I'll do something with that mouth of your, Ichi-chan." Urahara groaned at the way he was given treatment. Maybe he would keep her from now on, now that she had given her virginity to him and agreed to his lewd tricks he had stored for her. "Don't be scared of it, Ichi-chan . . . ." he chuckled softly, watching her skittish actions. "Suck on the head, that'll give me better pleasure."

"Okay, Kisuke . . . ." muttered Ichigo, opening her mouth to engulf at said part. He let out a throaty moan as she decided to inch forward to take more of him, all the while her free hand began to finger her loosed hole.

"After one time, you're begging to act like a dirty slut, ehh, Ichi-chan?" smirked the shopkeeper, trying not to trust into her throat in case of gagging her. Ichigo merely moaned and it caused a vibration around his erection. "Fuck . . . ." he hissed. The white liquid was oozing more from her filthiness as she pushed her fingers in further. She glanced up at him and pulled away from his cock, licking her lips of any traces of stain.

"Please, Kisuke . . . . fuck me again," she whispered seductively.

"Well, fine then," sighed Urahara as he returned to former position, her sullied fingers stretched across her oozing hole for him. "Mmm, next time I'll loose you up with a dildo so I can see you better, Ichi-chan," he smirked as he pushed her hands away and promptly thrusted into her.

"Ahh . . . .!" moaned Ichigo, massaging at her chest when he sheathed himself completely and she clenched around him in reflex.

"You agreed to any sexual experiments after once I took you virginity, right, Ichi-chan?" he smirked.

"Ahh . . . yes, Kisuke," she moaned.

"Even . . . . purposed pregnancy?"

"Huh?" she muttered but a thought came to her. She wanted Kisuke to take her, but the idea of carrying his baby made her quiver with intensity. She mentally whined of not being on her period now, she could have been carrying his seed by now. "Yes . . . . I wanna have your baby, Kisuke," she smiled warmly. "We could fuck and fuck until I'm sure that your baby is inside me."

"Heh, we have enough time for that, Ichi-chan," he smiled, rubbing at her flat stomach. "Right now . . . . let's enjoy ourselves, right?"

"Sure, Kisuke," she smiled. "Please . . . . I want your warm cum shooting inside me now."

"Whatever you say, my sweet."

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Five hours exactly, Damn!

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