Confessions of Horny Teens
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
After years of only thinking about ghosts, fighting and glaring menacingly at anyone that annoyed him, Ichigo was finally starting to think about the one thing every high school boy thinks about every three seconds. Namely, screwing the girl he was with until he was out cold. Never before had sex been something Ichigo thought about seriously. Whenever faced with an inappropriate moment where too much female flesh was showing, he’d just blush and cover his eyes. Right now, if given a chance, he’d not only look at any available female flesh, he’d also most likely try to touch it as well. Ichigo glanced at his study partner, who was smiling cheerfully and acting completely unaware of his growing arousal. He wanted to touch Orihime and do things that he’d never dreamed of before. His hormones were out of whack because of the accidental injection he’d taken to the crotch. The syringe had been full of a growth serum, and although his height hadn’t increased, Ichigo’s libido was growing to mammoth size. The only thing keeping him from getting a major hard-on was his ironclad willpower.
“Ichigo, do you know the answer to question three?” Orihime asked, leaned against Ichigo to point to the question in her book. Her large, soft breasts pushed against the side of his arm and as those bouncy, balloons pushed into him, Ichigo’s willpower crumbled. He felt his underpants get tight and himself hardening, right in front of Orihime. He silently prayed to whoever was out there that Orihime wouldn’t notice his erection.
“Ichigo, is that a boner?”
If Ichigo could of gone any redder he would of likely exploded. Here he was with innocent, sweet Orihime, a friend and fellow Hollow hunter, and all he could think about was her sexy body. He felt ashamed of himself for even thinking such perverted thoughts about Orihime. She was a naïve trusting girl, she probably didn’t even know what a boner really meant. Most likely she learned the term from Tatsuki. That tomboy had to have mentioned it once to Orihime. If Ichigo could of felt lower at that moment, he’d have been underground.
For a second, Orihime’s face was a blank, then a huge smile that threatened to split her face in half formed on her mug. “Wow, I’ve seen all the other boys get hard-ons when looking at me, but never you. I was starting to think that you didn’t like me.”
“You’re not angry?” A dumbfounded Ichigo asked, getting a prompt shake from the orange haired girl.
“Nope, I always wanted to see you get a hard-on while looking at me. I mean, I’m attracted to you, so I always hoped it would be the same for you. I’ve always liked you Ichigo, since I first saw you all grimacing and mean looking. I just knew there was a great person under that scowl and I was right. You wouldn’t believe how many long nights I’ve thought about you with only Ichi-chan to keep me company.”
“Ichi-chan?” Okay, Ichigo was officially confused. Orihime liked him more then a friend and had never told him. He never would of thought the girl would have been able to keep from telling him. She could barely keep her ludicrous fantasies about being a giant robot when she grew up a secret, much less hide a crush. Maybe he was misreading this? Maybe she didn’t like him that way.
“Ichi-chans my toy rocket.” Orihime pointed to a ten-inch red and white toy rocket sitting on her shelve. “Late at night whenever I start thinking about you, I take it down and pretend it’s your cock. I’ve nearly worn off the paint from all the blow jobs I’ve practiced on it.”
Orihime giggled, a rosy tint to her cheeks. Ichigo looked at Orihime in a new light, where was the innocent angel he knew? This Orihime was just as sweet, but there was a sultry side to her. Seeing his sweet friend act like such a slut was causing his erection to throb. He had never been so turned on in all his life.
“I’d love to see how you do on the real thing. I bet all that practice has made you a world-class cocksucker,” Ichigo told her with a smug grin on his face. Orihime’s laughter died down and her face went serious. Ichigo was afraid for a moment that he’d gone to far, but a warm smile from Orihime washed his worries away.
“For you Ichigo, I’d show you anything.”
Orihime tugged up at the bottom her blouse, pulling it over her head. Her globes gently bounced up and down as the shirt was pulled off from her body, she hadn’t been wearing a bra that night. The large breasts roaming freely in his presence mesmerized Ichigo. Each one looked so big and firm, with a hard nipple throbbing with Orihime’s own arousal. He crawled closer to her, pulling her face to his and kissed her soft lips. He noted that her kiss tasted like strawberries before her hungry tongue invaded his mouth. Orihime shifted her weight and slowly tilted back until she was flat, pulling him down with her. He continued to feast upon her soft, full lips. One hand was now at her waist, while the other reached up to hold her breast. After what seemed to be a lifetime of teasing, testing, nibbling, tasting, they broke for a breath. Gasping and red faced, they shared a look between them saying one thing, which was that they wanted to fuck like animals.
“Ichigo, do you know the answer to question three?” Orihime asked, leaned against Ichigo to point to the question in her book. Her large, soft breasts pushed against the side of his arm and as those bouncy, balloons pushed into him, Ichigo’s willpower crumbled. He felt his underpants get tight and himself hardening, right in front of Orihime. He silently prayed to whoever was out there that Orihime wouldn’t notice his erection.
“Ichigo, is that a boner?”
If Ichigo could of gone any redder he would of likely exploded. Here he was with innocent, sweet Orihime, a friend and fellow Hollow hunter, and all he could think about was her sexy body. He felt ashamed of himself for even thinking such perverted thoughts about Orihime. She was a naïve trusting girl, she probably didn’t even know what a boner really meant. Most likely she learned the term from Tatsuki. That tomboy had to have mentioned it once to Orihime. If Ichigo could of felt lower at that moment, he’d have been underground.
For a second, Orihime’s face was a blank, then a huge smile that threatened to split her face in half formed on her mug. “Wow, I’ve seen all the other boys get hard-ons when looking at me, but never you. I was starting to think that you didn’t like me.”
“You’re not angry?” A dumbfounded Ichigo asked, getting a prompt shake from the orange haired girl.
“Nope, I always wanted to see you get a hard-on while looking at me. I mean, I’m attracted to you, so I always hoped it would be the same for you. I’ve always liked you Ichigo, since I first saw you all grimacing and mean looking. I just knew there was a great person under that scowl and I was right. You wouldn’t believe how many long nights I’ve thought about you with only Ichi-chan to keep me company.”
“Ichi-chan?” Okay, Ichigo was officially confused. Orihime liked him more then a friend and had never told him. He never would of thought the girl would have been able to keep from telling him. She could barely keep her ludicrous fantasies about being a giant robot when she grew up a secret, much less hide a crush. Maybe he was misreading this? Maybe she didn’t like him that way.
“Ichi-chans my toy rocket.” Orihime pointed to a ten-inch red and white toy rocket sitting on her shelve. “Late at night whenever I start thinking about you, I take it down and pretend it’s your cock. I’ve nearly worn off the paint from all the blow jobs I’ve practiced on it.”
Orihime giggled, a rosy tint to her cheeks. Ichigo looked at Orihime in a new light, where was the innocent angel he knew? This Orihime was just as sweet, but there was a sultry side to her. Seeing his sweet friend act like such a slut was causing his erection to throb. He had never been so turned on in all his life.
“I’d love to see how you do on the real thing. I bet all that practice has made you a world-class cocksucker,” Ichigo told her with a smug grin on his face. Orihime’s laughter died down and her face went serious. Ichigo was afraid for a moment that he’d gone to far, but a warm smile from Orihime washed his worries away.
“For you Ichigo, I’d show you anything.”
Orihime tugged up at the bottom her blouse, pulling it over her head. Her globes gently bounced up and down as the shirt was pulled off from her body, she hadn’t been wearing a bra that night. The large breasts roaming freely in his presence mesmerized Ichigo. Each one looked so big and firm, with a hard nipple throbbing with Orihime’s own arousal. He crawled closer to her, pulling her face to his and kissed her soft lips. He noted that her kiss tasted like strawberries before her hungry tongue invaded his mouth. Orihime shifted her weight and slowly tilted back until she was flat, pulling him down with her. He continued to feast upon her soft, full lips. One hand was now at her waist, while the other reached up to hold her breast. After what seemed to be a lifetime of teasing, testing, nibbling, tasting, they broke for a breath. Gasping and red faced, they shared a look between them saying one thing, which was that they wanted to fuck like animals.
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