Curiosity

Yeah, this is the first time that I'm writing a hentai fic that is more graphic than usual. When I meant hentai-ish, it is read as if it's a hentai manga and/or anime. I'm not really new to AdultFanFiction, but uploading a new story is. It's really different from FanFiction itself.

Curiosity by Neema aka Boogermeister

Chapter 2- Try It

Ichigo sighed and nuzzled into her new lover's warm chest, she had never that she would turn into such a slutty whore in a matter of hours within losing her innocence. She yawned and stared at a nearby window, it was nearly dusk so she had been here for nearly eight to ten hours. She shifted her body so her dozing lover spooning her, and touched at her crotch. It was raw and tender from being fucked five consecutive times yet her secreted juices was saying that she wanted more.

The first two times was simple missionary, as Urahara explained it. Then the third one was doggy-style, the fourth one was her riding him as he laid back, and the fifth was standing though Ichigo was having trouble of hanging onto him right. "It's all right, your body was getting tired from fucking so much," Urahara had said to her as they went to sleep. ". . . . Urahara?" she mumbled, reaching up to tap at the side of his face.

"Hm?" he mumbled sleepily.

"How long do guys sleep after they had sex?"

". . . . Depends on how good the sex was, Ichi-chan," he sighed tiredly, kissing at her spiky tresses. She smiled as his arm hugged her tight, breathing heavily when he progressed to fondle at her breasts. "So . . . . you're coming back tomorrow?"

"Of course, Kisuke," she moaned softly.

"Good, I have something for you to do for me," he muttered as he licked at her ear. "But it's a secret . . . . but just in case, don't wear any bra or panties when coming here first thing in the morning."

"What?" she scoffed a little. "You expect me not to wear any underwear underneath my clothing?"

"If you want my cock in you, then yeah . . . ." he smirked. Ichigo whined a little at the harmless threat but he knew that she wanted him again. Now fully awake, he sat up and moved to hover over his teenage lover's abused mound.

"Kisuke . . . ." whimpered Ichigo, widenening her legs for him to examine her further.

"Oh . . . . despite being wet, you're really sore from the sex," he remarked, rubbing at it gently. Ichigo whined and pinched at her aroused nipples, her hips bucking up from the touch. "As much as I wanna fuck you now, we should wait for tomorrow."

"But, Kisuke . . . ." she whined, but was reassured with a deep kiss on the lips.

"My sweet darling is really sore," he said almost repoachfully. "Fucking her now would just hurt her more than giving her pleasure. Don't you think so, Ichi-chan?"

"Yes . . . . you're right, Kisuke," she pouted softly.

"Good, now let's shower," he smiled as he held her into his arms before getting up. Ichigo let him carry her to the bathroom, her body felt like lead anyway when he filled up the tub with warm water and they sat in. "For now, you should eat and then sleep and then eat again," he muttered, washing her gently with a lathered washcloth. "You'll need lots of energy for tomorrow, because I won't let you take a break all day."

"Mmm . . . . I can't wait," Ichigo smiled softly.

"Tch, you went from a timid virgin to a lustful slut in the shortest amount of time, Ichi-chan," he chuckled.

"And yet you're a pervert shopkeeper, Kisuke."

"The same one who 'raped' you . . . ."

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By the crack of dawn, Ichigo came back to the 'closed' shop as Kisuke instructed. As promised, her nipples were more noticeable underneath her shirt and her bare crotch was rubbed roughly from the thick denim. After coming in, she rushed to the back room to see Urahara waiting for her by the short table. "Kisuke . . . ." she smiled lustfully as she hastily took off her clothing.

"In a rush, aren't we?" joked Urahara, setting the half-empty cup of tea down after drinking it.

"But you said to get here early," she frowned.

"Well of course . . . . like before, sit on the table and opened your legs," he sighed as he got up to walk to a closed sliding door. Ichigo do what he said, her now small entrance was leaking with anticipation as she stared him opening the door, which turned out to be the closet.

"What are you getting, Kisuke?" she asked.

". . . . You've forgotten about what I said yesterday, didn't you?" he questioned in a faux dangerous tone, and it made her shiver. He crouched down to pick up a medium-sized box and came back to the table. "I wanted to see your inside . . . . with a help of some toys," he smirked.

"Toys . . . .?" she questioned, but her eyes widened when the opened box dropped in front of her. "What the . . . .?"

"Yes . . . . the first experiment is how far your precious hole can stretch with these dildos," Urahara smirked huskily, picking up a silicone replica. "This one's the same size as me, so you should handle this, right, Ichi-chan?" he questioned.

"Of course, Kisuke," she smiled as she took it from his hand and rubbed it at her excited genitals. She groaned slightly when she slowly pushed it into herself, but the entrance stretched easily from yesterday's events as her inner muscles sucked it in.

"Hmm, good on the first try," smiled Urahara, kneeling down to examine the status. Ichigo moaned and shuddered from the way he was looking her down there, with her muscles and juices she pushed half of the dildo out. "No, it should stay in, Ichi-chan," he smirked as he pushed it back in, and she moaned louder. "Kinky slut, aren't you?"

"You want to see the inside of me, Kisuke?" she whimpered, covering her filled hole to prevent it from going out again.

"Yeah, I wanna observe how our future baby will stay inside your unused uterus," he replied it so nonchalantly, and yet the mention of their yet-to-have baby made her wetter. "Ah, you're messing up my table, Ichi-chan," he scolded playfully.

"Sorry . . . ."

"Anyway, the average girth of a penis is four and a half inches wide," he explained. "That can stretch your hole fairly easy but . . . ." At that, his smirked widened a little with the added detail. "It can stretch up to five to six inches, depending on the childbirth."

"Fuck . . . ." gasped Ichigo, but the word 'childbirth' popped up quicker in her head than the rest of the sentence.

"Right now, that's just four so you can squeeze it out now, Ichi-chan," he ordered. She nodded as she removed her hand and the mucus-soaked dildo immediately pushed out of her. "Now let me see you . . . ." With his thumbs, he pulled back the hole and stared, but the muscles soon contracted. "Damn, guess I need a thicker one," he frowned as he shifted through the box. "There, this one's actually four and a half," he sighed before promptly rammed it into her.

"Ouch . . . .!" she winced, but her insides relaxed to suck in the toy. "Kisuke, you're so rough . . . .!" she gritted.

"It's not my fault . . . . I think this one should stay for a half an hour, Ichi-chan."

"Shit . . . ."

Two and a half hours later . . . .

"Ahh . . . . ahhh . . . ." moaned Ichigo, as Urahara pushed in the thickest dildo that she could handle. 5 1/4 inches, a thick glass-type that was hollowed out. "Ahh, you could've used this one in the first place, Kisuke . . . ."

"Can't, I had to stretch you out first, sweetie," he smirked. "Don't worry, these toys were mostly for width and not length. I won't hurt the delicate part to plant my baby in . . . ."

"Please, don't talk about your baby being inside of me right now . . . ." she whimpered with tears seeping from her clenched eyes. She did more than ruin the man's table with her constant climaxes, the pressures also caused her to wet herself and the liquid dripped heavily onto the floor.

"Ah, I think I see the cervix now," he smiled as he took out a flashlight to see it better.

"Damn it, Kisuke . . . .!" she scowled though she was in too much pleasure. But he didn't care right now, As his penis throbbed as he saw the inner muscles trying to contract around the toy.

"Hmm, I can't wait to impregnate you, Ichi-chan," he sighed.

"Stop that!"

"I'll say it until your gut is full of my cum to have our precious baby," he smirked as he slowly took the glass out. Ichigo yelped at the suddenly loss and nearly collasped to the floor. "But now . . . you made a filthy mess on both my table and floor. You think I should punish you, sweetie?"

"Uh . . ." she panted, squirming between her legs.

"Hmm, you hadn't eaten, had you?" he muttered quietly.

"Yeah, Kisuke . . . ."

"Then you wouldn't mind eating again . . . ." Standing up, he took off his sleeping robe to expose his stiff erection. "I know that you had a taste of my cum yesterday, but I'd like to see how you can handle loads of it going down your throat."

"Ah, I'll try . . . ." muttered Ichigo as she got off the table and knelt down, already it was leaking as she licked at the tip before engulfing the head. Urahara groaned deeply as she slowly took it into her mouth, but resisted himself from thrusting forward. She then moved back then forth slowly, her tongue dragged at the throbbing underside.

"Hmm, tomorrow's school . . . . Guess you can come here after school for your 'other lessons' then," he pondered. Ichigo moaned in response to that and bobbed her head faster. "Be careful, Ichi-chan, don't wanna have your gag reflex messed up." She nodded a little and reached up to grasp at the base, feeling the rough tug on her short hair by her lover. "It's close . . . . get ready . . . ." Ichigo moaned at the thick organ twitching in her mouth before she felt the abrupt expulsion of his hot seed down her throat.

"Mmm . . . ." she sighed deeply, easily swallowing the load though some dribbled out of her mouth as she let go of the now limp member. "It tastes so good, Kisuke . . . . if only I could feel you inside of me right now."

"But you're too loose for me now, Ichi-chan," smirked Urahara. "But I know something that can fix that, go to the bedroom and lie down." She did so, wobbling for the bedroom and spread eagle onto the futon. She was loose, as she slipped four fingers inside herself with ease.

"Ahh . . . . so this is how our baby will be pushed out," she smiled lightly. Already on the second day, she was fantasizing about their love child, possibly blond-haired with her chocolate eyes. "Fuck . . . . I want it so bad now," she muttered as she fingered herself. "I don't even care if I'm still a teen, I want his child . . . ."

"Heh . . . . we still have plenty of time, Ichi-chan," Urahara smirked as he came in, Ichigo glanced up to see that he had a small bowl of ice cubes.

"Kisuke, what's with--"

"Don't question it, you need to take the experiments I have for you," he smiled as sat down in front of her. "I'll try to see if your hole can shrink back to normal quickly." Ichigo took her fingers out and and stared in slight confusion. "Just relax, Ichi-chan," he soothed as he picked up the first cube. "You want to have my cock, right?"

"Yeah . . . ." muttered Ichigo. He merely smirked before suddenly jamming the frozen water inside her.

"Wha-- Ahh! Fuck . . . .!" she yelped at the ice-cold sensation and her body twitched.

"Ahh, your muscles are contracting to it nicely," he remarked before putting the second one in. Ichigo whined and convulsed, but his fingers stayed inside of her to prevent the ice-cubes from being pushed out. "No, Ichi-chan," he smirked. "You need to bear it in order to be nice and tight for me."

"Ki-Kisuke, it's too cold . . . .! Too cold!" she whined.

"Don't worry, it'll be over soon enough," he muttered as he picked up a third one and quickly inserted inside her. "Ah, seems like you're nearly full," he sighed as he observed her spazzing from the icy feeling. The spasm caused her muscles to clench and tense around the ice cubes, though they were melting it was still too cold for her to handle.

"Kisuke . . . ." she whined shamefully, when her body accidently trickled out her urine, trailing over her lover's hand. "I'm sorry . . . ."

"It's only natural for your body to act like that," smiled Urahara. "But I guess it helps that the ice cubes will melt faster . . . ." He was right, she could feel the melted water leaking out of her and her insides were turning back to normal. He moved his hand away and was decently pleased that the hole was shrinking fast, water as well as her secretion was practically pouring out of her.

"I . . . . I think most of it is gone now," she mumbled, sighing deeply as she gripped at her hair. "Come on, Kisuke . . . . I need you so much right now."

"All right, Ichi-chan, you're getting so slutty for me," he sighed as he pulled her up and he laid down for her to straddle his waist. "Damn, you didn't even give me second to adjust and already you're trying to stick me into you," he groaned lightly, when she slowly impaled herself onto his erection. It was just like yesterday, the now tight hole was just like new as it clenched around him.

"Ah, there's still ice in me," she whined a little, the pressure due to the gravital angle caused the last piece of ice to press against her cervix.

"It's gonna melt as soon as we start, Ichi-chan," smirked Urahara as he gripped at her hips. On cue, Ichigo lifted her hips up before bouncing down, moaning loudly as the added pressure intensified the pleasure. "Fuck, you don't waste a beat on me," he groaned as he lifted his own hips to match hers.

"Kisuke . . . .!" she moaned as she braced her hands against his strong chest. "Please . . . . go faster!" In response, she let out a sharp gasp when Urahara gave her sharp jabs and it eventually made her body shudder into another climax.

"Man, that's like the fourth time today, Ichi-chan," he sighed heavily as he continued. "Guess you're super sensitive today." Ichigo could only moan as she was being assaulted, her overflowing secretion lubricated so easily over her lover's erection. "Doesn't matter, you're about to set me over the edge right now."

"Fuck!" she gasped sharply, feeling the hot liquid overtaking the chilling sensation inside of her. "Hah . . . . Kisuke, that feels so good . . . ."

"Mmm, and we'll do this again and again," he smirked as he sat up, devouring her in a sloppy kiss. "What to do for tomorrow . . . . you think we could fuck with your school uniform, Ichi-chan?"

"Um, about that . . . ." she muttered. "I'm not like other girls, I don't really like to wear skirts that much so I wear the boys' pants."

"Ah, what a way to ruin a boner about the uniform fantasy," he joked lightly as he kissed her on the cheek. "But it doesn't mean that we shouldn't stop at that as I'll make you go there, without your underwear."

"Kisuke . . . ." scoffed Ichigo. "I can't do that, those . . . . guys would notice my chest."

"Then just wear a shirt underneath your uniform," he advised as he groped her. She moaned softly before being kissed, tasting the usual cherry flavor in his mouth. "Let's see . . . . when do you start your cycle, Ichi-chan?"

"Usually in the middle of the month," she replied, kissing him back.

"Then that means that we could try making our baby on the first day of the month and for the next two weeks until it's complete," he smirked.

"How do you know that, Kisuke?" she questioned.

"I read."

"I thought you were just a perverted shopkeeper," she smirked, rubbing at her flat stomach. The thought of her stomach being full of their precious love child was making her aroused once again. "I can't wait . . . ."

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Even though she went through the school day without any problems, Ichigo was feeling aching with needs as soon as she left the building. Ignoring the commonly harmless catcalls from her male classmates, she made her way to the shop. But as she went inside, she was oblivious to the two set of eyes, mahogany and cyan, leering at her in a distance.

". . . . The fuck she going in there for?" grumbled the blue-eyed one as they stepped forward, before glancing at Renji. "I thought that she hated that perverted fucker. So what's up with that?"

"Maybe there's a new owner in there, Grimmjow," shrugged Renji.

"No, that guy's got a house connected to the store," he muttered as they stared at the closed door, after a minute they frowned in slight annoyance. ". . . . Shouldn't she have gotten out by now?" he scoffed.

"We feel like a couple of stalkers, don't we?"

"Maybe you, but I wanna wait to confront her at how much I want her," he growled with a slight sneer.

"I want her too," Renji scoffed back. "If you're so curious then why not go inside the store then?"

"Tch, fine then," scoffed Grimmjow as he walked up to the store and tried to open the door. But it was locked. "The fuck?" he frowned.

"What is it?"

"The store is locked, but why?" he questioned. "Ichigo's in there but . . . ." Renji blinked and the sudden thought came to his head.

"You don't think that Urahara . . . . doing something to her, right?" he questioned. Grimmjow glanced him with a surprising frown.

"Fuck . . . ." he scoffed softly. "We should try to sneak into the back and see, then we'll kick his ass for doing something to Ichigo." The red-head nodded as they stealthily went behind the shop, as they inched closer they heard muffled noises nearby. "Tch, I knew it, he's probably molesting her or something--" But as soon as they glanced at the slightly covered window, their eyes widened at the sight.

Ichigo was moaning in intense ecstasy as she rode said perverted shopkeeper like crazy, her chocolate eyes dulled but kept rolling to the back of her head at each thrust. Her mouth hung open in a lopsided smile before moaning at the blonde man's name. "Kisuke . . . .! Kisuke . . . . fuck me harder!" she moaned, didn't care that she was being roughly groped.

"Shit . . . .!" Grimmjow scoffed angrily as they stepped away in shock. "Out of all people, it has to be that fucker!"

"What's so great about him? The perverted bastard is not that interesting," frowned Renji.

"Fuck, if I had knew that she wanted to fuck then she should've came to one of us then," he gritted lowly, scratching his light blue hair. "She knew that we wanted her but she opened her legs for this fucker . . . ."

"Maybe she has a thing for him and not us," he grumbled.

"Wait . . . . this could work to our favors, Renji," he suddenly sneered.

"Huh?"

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Ahh . . . . when it mean by hits, does it mean that it's being read/faved? I'm just curious . . . .

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