Chapter Nine: Ichigo's Final Test

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: Lemon!

Several Days Later…
Kurosaki House; Ichigo's Room

It had been a long couple of days for Ichigo, having spending the past few days with Yoruichi for his therapy. She, Rangiku and Rukia had worked together to help cure Ichigo of his phobia, using many different methods to get him to want to have sex. Finally though, Isshin called and reminded Yoruichi that Ichigo had school so she had to let him go for the day, promising that she'd be in touch with him.

Once he was away from the seductive trio Ichigo thought about all that'd happened and found that he had been acting silly for so long. At school his mind drifted to dirty places, especially during P.E. with the girls in their gym shorts, although Rukia said that was to be expected since Ichigo had never been attracted to anyone before. She reminded Ichigo to not let his new found arousal go to his head and to not act like Keigo, to which Ichigo chuckled and agreed.

He lay there on the bed and waited, wondering when Yoruichi would get a hold of him. He left the window open in case she showed up in cat form but there'd been no sign of her. "I wonder where she is?" he wondered as he lay there. "She said she had something special prepared for me before I left. I wonder what it is?"

His musings were interrupted when he saw something fly into his room though the window like a meteor. A sudden sense of Déjà vu came to Ichigo as the large balloon splat across the wall of his room, covering it in red blood. "AW C'MON!" Ichigo yelled, "DAMMIT, KISUKE! IT TOOK ME DAYS TO CLEAN THE LAST ONE!"

Slowly the paint trickled down forming a message for Ichigo.

"Ichigo, Yoruichi wants to see you. Come to the Urahara Shop for your last lesson."

"DAMMIT KISUKE!" Ichigo shrieked in anger. "THIS STILL LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF A HORROR MOVIE."

The red letters spelled out another message at the bottom. "P.S. If you still think this is something out of a horror movie, you've still got no sense of humor."

"Screw you, Kisuke!"

He headed out the door and told his father he'd be gone for a little while. What he did not do was inform his family about the message, however. So when poor Yuzu went up to Ichigo's room to borrow a book she saw the bloody message and had the same reaction as the last time.

"KYAAAAAAAA!"

Meanwhile…
Urahara Shop

Ichigo walked down the hallway towards Yoruichi's room. Kisuke was nowhere to be seen, Tessai telling him that he was away on vacation. He pointed to Yoruichi's room and told him that she was waiting for him.

Reaching Yoruichi's room, Ichigo politely knocked on it. "Yoruichi?"

"Come in, Ichigo."

Ichigo opened the door and the first thing his senses picked up was the heavy perfume in the air. The room was dimly lit by candles and soft music played. On the futon in the middle of the room sat Yoruichi. Ichigo's cheeks burned bright red when he saw that Yoruichi was wearing lingerie, having prepared herself for Ichigo's final lesson by going on a shopping spree at the local mall. Ichigo found it perplexing. He'd seen Yoruichi naked so many times and yet she looked even sexier when it was covered up.

"Hello, Ichigo. Come in. Make yourself comfortable," Yoruichi purred, staring at Ichigo with eyes filled with devious intent. "Go ahead and close the door. Don't worry, I took the liberty of soundproofing the room so you don't have to worry about the others hearing us."

Ichigo closed the door and moved over to the scantily-clad Yoruichi, stepping out of his shoes and socks before sitting down in front of her.

Yoruichi smiled at her protégé before putting a hand on his thigh. "How have you been?" she asked.

"I'm okay. Um…what is all this?" Ichigo asked. "Where's Rukia and Rangiku?"

"Oh, they said that they had to return to the Soul Society since their vacation ended. It's just you…" her hand started to snake up his thigh, "and me. I've done everything I can to help you break your phobia of sex. So now, for your final test…" She put her hands on Ichigo's shoulders and leaned close until Ichigo could see his reflection in her golden eyes. "I want you to fuck me. We're not using the headband and I'm not going to coax you. I want you to give in to the feelings you've developed and fuck me."

Ichigo looked at Yoruichi with a look of puzzlement, which much surprised the werecat. "But…Yoruichi…" he suddenly remembered the catalyst that started this whole therapy to being with. "I thought that you…and Kisuke…were together. I saw you-"

Chuckling, Yoruichi kissed his cheek, silencing him. "Kisuke and I aren't in any relationship. We're more friends with benefits than lovers. Besides," she smiled from ear to ear. "Right now he's busy banging Soi-Fon so I don't think he would care."

Ichigo looked at her astonished. "Kisuke…and Soi-Fon? I thought they hated each other."

"Oh that's just an act. They think I don't know but they're really sweet on each other when nobody is around. She simply acts like she hates Kisuke to keep up appearances."

Meanwhile…

"ACHOO!" Soi-Fon sneezed. "Lady Yoruichi must be talking about me."

The other occupant in her bed looked at her cross. "Could you mind not sneezing on me?" Kisuke asked.

Rolling her eyes, Soi-Fon merely put her hands on Kisuke's chest and continued to ride his cock, the bed shaking as the two secret lovers fucked like animals.

Back to the plot…

Deciding that the time for discussion was over, Yoruichi reached for Ichigo's shirt and tugged it off of him. The hair on the back of Ichigo's neck stood on end as Yoruichi put a hand on his chest and pushed him down onto his back. Yoruichi palmed Ichigo's manhood through his pants, smiling when she felt the boy harden from her subtle touch. To tease Ichigo further, Yoruichi was slow in taking off his pants, dragging the zipper slowly in an almost agonizing pace. Finally she pulled off Ichigo's pants, tugging off his boxers along with them.

Yoruichi licked her lips as her eyes at up the sight of the naked boy beneath her. It had been almost torture for her the past few days to have someone as handsome and sexy as Ichigo at her fingertips and yet not being able to act on her carnal urges. Now though, there was nothing to stop Ichigo from rocking her world at last.

Ichigo's arms embraced Yoruichi as the scantily-clad woman crawled on top of him. He covered his mouth with his hand when Yoruichi dragged her tongue up his chest, teasing his nipples before kissing her way up Ichigo's neck. Yoruichi pulled his hand away and traced his lips with a finger. "No hiding it, Ichigo. Nobody's here to listen. I want to hear all the sounds you make…" she whispered. Her lips hovered over Ichigo's, her purple hair tickling his face as she loomed over him, her hands gently running through his hair. She waited for Ichigo to make the first move, hoping that the training she'd put him through stuck.

He didn't have to keep her waiting for long. Ichigo leaned up and pressed his lips against Yoruichi's. Though Ichigo started it, It was Yoruichi who deepened the kiss. Her tongue slithered into Ichigo's mouth, tempting the boy. Running his hands across her back, his fingertips sliding up the curves of her spine, Ichigo wrapped his lips around Yoruichi's' tongue and sucked on it, remembering what Rangiku taught him.

The two rolled around on the futon, their hands exploring each other's bodies while their tongues tied together. Yoruichi was pleasantly surprised to find herself on her back, Ichigo on top of her. His hands reached for her covered bosom, his thumbs dipping beneath the thin fabric to pull it down by a hair, exposing the woman's dark nipples. Finally air became a necessity and the two broke the kiss, their mouths only inches apart for another kiss. "I'm impressed, Ichigo," Yoruichi purred, her nails raking across his back, earning a heated groan from the boy. "You've become quite the kisser."

"I had good teachers."

The reply earned him another kiss. Yoruichi moaned into the kiss when Ichigo's thumbs circled her nipples, "Mmmhh…" She responded by sensually grinding her body against Ichigo's, satisfied when she felt something beginning to poke her inner thigh.

The two kissed passionately for several minutes, sweat beginning to bead down Ichigo's body as his body heated up by his friend's sensual grinding. His heart pounded against his chest as his hands reached behind Yoruichi to unclip her bra. The dark memory and the fears that'd kept him from enjoying the pleasures of the flesh tried to interrupt him, to remind him of how scarred he was deep down.

Ichigo easily quashed that memory with little effort. He would not be afraid anymore.

Removing Yoruichi's bra, Ichigo tossed it to the side before looking down to marvel at the werecat's breasts. Yoruichi smiled as Ichigo cupped her large melons to fondle them, closing her eyes and sighing heavenly as her protégé played with her breasts. She bit down on her lip when Ichigo pinched her tender areolas. "Ohhh!" she cried out when Ichigo pulled on her nipples, stretching out her breasts. Her back arched and she clutched the sheets. The pair of black panties she still wore soon became wet. She opened her eyes and grinned at Ichigo when he finally let go, her breasts bouncing back into place. "My, aren't you the perverted one," she teased.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "Who's the one who taught me to be perverted?" he countered.

"Ahahah…fair enough," Yoruichi said. She wrapped her arms around him and rolled over, putting Ichigo on his back. "Why don't I show you how perverted I can be?" She slid down Ichigo's naked body, dragging her breasts across his chest and stomach before reaching his cock. She was beyond pleased to see that Ichigo was hard as a rock by now. Looking back up at Ichigo, Yoruichi thumbed the hem of her panties before slowly sliding them off, tossing them away to join her abandoned bra and joining Ichigo in the nude. "You showed me how good you are when it comes to kissing," Yoruichi purred as she turned around, backing her luscious ass up to Ichigo's face. "Now why don't you show me how well you can eat a girl out?"

Yoruichi's wet snatch neared Ichigo's face while she herself face Ichigo's rigid manhood. Wrapping his arms around Yoruichi's waist, Ichigo closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. Once again the dark fears clawed at the back of his mind but Ichigo pushed it down once more, not letting his fears get in the way of the pleasure that Yoruichi was promising.

The werecat shivered as Ichigo's warm tongue touched her honeypot. "Ohhh…" she moaned before turning her attention back to Ichigo's cock that was in front of her face. Gripping it in her soft hand, Yoruichi opened her mouth and eagerly wrapped her lips around the head to take him into her mouth.

The room became filled with the soft moans of Ichigo and Yoruichi as they got each other off 69-style. Thanks to Rukia's instruction, Ichigo had become quite proficient in the art of cunnilingus. The taste and smell of Yoruichi's cunt made Ichigo want more, his teenage hormones becoming unchained as Yoruichi sucked him off. His tongue licked her wet lips, occasionally flicking her hardened clit. Yoruichi took Ichigo deep into her throat; like Rukia she had learned to suppress her gag reflex to take deepthroat Ichigo. She hummed at Ichigo's thick taste, having come to love the taste of Ichigo's cock after sucking him off multiple times over the course of his therapy. Ichigo responded to the tight vacuum that was Yoruichi's mouth by palming her juicy ass, squeezing her cheeks. Yoruichi's gag filled the room, her saliva dripping down her chin to cover Ichigo's balls.

Yoruichi was always surprised by how sensitive Ichigo was. When she pulled her head back to give herself a breath of air she cupped Ichigo's tender sac while stroking the long length. The moan Ichigo gave was eaten up by her snatch, making Yoruichi's toes curl from the feeling. She saw Ichigo's hips thrust up and knew that he was close. It didn't bother her that Ichigo was cumming so quickly; the first load was always the quickest after all.

Ichigo moaned into Yoruichi's cunt again and again as his friend got him off. He felt that hot, swelling sensation grow in his loins and his body shook beneath Yoruichi's before he felt the growing heat flow through his cock. Taking his mouth away from Yoruichi's dripping snatch, Ichigo threw his head back. "Yoruichi!" he cried out in ecstasy before he climaxed.

"Mmmmh!" Yoruichi hummed as Ichigo's cock exploded, covering her face and her hand in his white cum. "You let out quite a lot. You were only given a day's reprieve and this is how much you give out on the first load? That's certainly a pleasant surprise," she noted before rolling off of Ichigo. She grabbed a rag she kept next to the futon and wiped her hand and face clean. She would've licked the spunk off but she wanted to enjoy kissing Ichigo again and she didn't think he'd enjoy the taste of his own spunk.

Ichigo sat up, waiting for Yoruichi to turn back to him. He saw her reach into a small bag besides the futon and pulled out a small bottle. From the bottle she pulled out a pink pill, swallowing it. Turning back to Ichigo, she crawled over to the boy, smiling seductively at him as she approached him. Sitting down in front of him, Yoruichi took her feet and wedged Ichigo's softened cock between them.

"Yoruichi…" Ichigo moaned, his head rolling back as Yoruichi stroked him with her feet to work him back to hardness. "What did you just take?" he asked out of curiosity.

"Oh, just a contraceptive," Yoruichi explained. "I don't think either of us are ready to become parents," she said with a smile, her hand running over the spot where her womb lay within her. "I want to enjoy a nice, thick creampie."

It didn't take her long to get Ichigo nice and hard again. Laying down on her back, Yoruichi spread her legs. She reached for her pussy and spread it wide to show Ichigo her pink hole. "Ichigo, put it in me," she said.

Ichigo crawled over to Yoruichi until he was between her legs. He gripped his cock and guided it towards Yoruichi's entrance. He knew that this was it. This was the end. He was about to not only lose his virginity but cast off the fears he had ever since he was a little boy.

Just before he was about to slide his cock into Yoruichi, that flash of memory came back to him one last time, trying desperately to stop Ichigo. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Ichigo quelled that dark memory once and for all. Steeling his nerve, he smiled down at Yoruichi and gave a sharp thrust of his hips, sliding his cock into her pussy.

Both Ichigo and Yoruichi gave a quick as the boy filled the werecat's womanhood. Ichigo's mind almost caved in on itself as the tight, warm and wet embrace of a woman embraced his cock, his chest heaving as he panted with growing lust. Yoruichi's eyes widened as Ichigo stretched her pussy wide. She'd imagined the past several days what it would be like for her to claim Ichigo's virginity but this was better than she imagined. "Fuck," she groaned, arching her back as Ichigo bottomed out her pussy.

Ichigo's heart continued to pound inside his chest as he reveled in the feel of Yoruichi's pussy. He couldn't believe that he was ever afraid of this. "Yoruichi…" he moaned, his hands going to her waist instinctively before he gasped in surprise when Yoruichi's legs wrapped around him.

"Go on, Ichigo. Move your hips," she said, pulling him until his body was pressed against hers. "Fuck me to your heart's content."

Ichigo's lips met hers while his hips slowly pulled back, moaning into her mouth as he felt the bliss of her walls moving around him. Pulling out until only the head remained, Ichigo thrust back into her depths, this time Yoruichi moaning into his mouth.

The room became filled with the subtle sound of Ichigo's hips slapping Yoruichi's, their moans muffled by their lewd kiss. Yoruichi wrapped her arms around Ichigo's broad shoulders, digging her nails into him as he slowly pumped in and out of her. "How does it feel?" she whispered.

"Good! You feel so good!" Ichigo responded, his hips moving faster now. "Yoruichi!"

"That's it," Yoruichi grinned, dragging her nails across his back to incite him further. "Harder! Faster! Deeper!" she moaned, clutching the boy as he pounded her pussy.

Ichigo happily obliged her. Hs hips started to slam into her with more force and more speed, sending shivers down Yoruichi's spine as wave after wave of pleasure hit her from Ichigo's thrusts. Her golden eyes widened when Ichigo shifted his hips to hit her special sweet spot. "Oh god!" she gasped when Ichigo hit her G-spot. "There! That's the spot!" she moaned uncontrollably. "Right there!"

Knowing he found Yoruichi's most sensitive spot, Ichigo smiled and started to fuck her faster. Sweat dripped down Ichigo's tanned back from the heat building inside of him and feeling the heat radiating from Yoruichi's sexy body. In addition to the absolute bliss that he was feeling from fucking Yoruichi's cunt, the woman's breasts rubbed into his chest, making him moan from the feel of her sweaty breasts pressing into him. His ears burned as the sound of his hips smacking Yoruichi's hips and ass filled the room, the dirty sound spurring him on.

"Ah! OH! Yoruichi moaned, holding onto Ichigo tightly. 'Fuck! He's hitting every single spot inside of me! It's his first time and yet he's so good!' Yoruichi threw her head back and moaned as the feeling inside of her began to grow. Her toes curled as she clung to the boy, moans spewing from her lips with each thrust into her. Already sensitive from Ichigo's licking, Yoruichi could feel it deep down inside. She was about to cum. "Mmmmh! Ichigo! Ichigo!"

Never had Ichigo ever known how good his name sounded on another woman's lips. His balls tightened up as he fucked Yoruichi's cunt as hard and as fast as he could. He tried to reign it in so that he could last a little longer but his hips moved with a mind of their own. "Yoruichi! I'm…" he squeezed his eyes shut as the pressure built up inside of him. "I'm gonna blow!"

"Inside!" Yoruichi cried out. 'Cum inside with me! Cum with me, Ichigo! Ichigo!" Digging her heels into his back, Yoruichi felt the tension inside her burst. "YESSSS!" she shrieked as she orgasmed, her walls tightening around Ichigo's cock as her juices gushed.

A number of things pushed Ichigo over the edge. The way Yoruichi's beautiful face twisted with ecstasy, her body clinging to his naked form and the sudden tightness of her womanhood as she reached bliss all threw Ichigo past the point of no return. "Ahhhh!" he moaned at the top of his lungs, throwing his head back as he came inside of Yoruichi. The werecat shook like a leaf in the wind beneath Ichigo as he pumped her full of cum, her womb becoming filled to the brim with his seed. Yoruichi grabbed Ichigo by the back of the neck and pulled him into a bruising kiss. "Mmmmh!" the two moaned as they held onto one another.

Ichigo stayed on top of Yoruichi for a while before rolling off of her, taking deep breaths as he tried to calm down, his body covered in sweat. Yoruichi rubbed her creampied cunt and smiled in satisfaction. She cuddled up to Ichigo and laid her head on his shoulder. "Ichigo?"

"Yeah?" Ichigo panted.

"I think I can safely say you're cured of your Erotophobia," she said proudly.

Ichigo smiled affectionately at Yoruichi. "Thanks, Yoruichi. For everything."

"Don't thank me just yet, Ichigo," Yoruichi said as she sat up, smiling deviously down at the boy. "That was just your final test. Now it's time for the celebration." She turned to the door and called out. "Oh girls!"

The door opened and Ichigo found himself staring at Rangiku and Rukia, both women already nude. The two had flushed faces from watching Ichigo rock Yoruichi's world. "Wait, didn't you say that-"

"Oh, we were able to ask our captains for a few more days off," Rukia explained.

"Now then, Ichigo…" Rangiku said as she got onto the futon. "It's time for you to pay us back for the constant teasing you've put us through…"

Ichigo's hand went to his cock and stroked it back to hardness. He had a feeling that his friends were going to do everything and everything to make sure he was cured.

Three days later…

"I'm home!" Kisuke called out as he entered the shop. "Yoruichi! How'd Ichigo's therapy go?" he called out to her room.

The door opened up and Yoruichi shambled out of the room. Kisuke was surprised to see the woman's appearance. Yoruichi looked disheveled. Her hair was a mess and as she neared his senses picked up the dirty odor of sex on her. Even her robe looked a little worn out. "Jeez, what happened?" Kisuke asked. "Long night?"

"Very long night. It turns out that Ichigo's endurance and stamina have the same capacity for growth just like his combat prowess."

Kisuke looked down to see white liquid drip down her leg and became a little concerned. It wasn't that he was angry that Yoruichi had slept with Ichigo; they were only friends after all and Yoruichi was a grown woman who could do as she pleased. However, he knew better than anyone that it took a lot to wear out Yoruichi and she looked like she had been fucked completely senseless. "So…I imagine Rangiku or Rukia's keeping him company?" he asked when his ears picked up the sound of moaning and skin slapping together.

"No, it's Orihime's turn now."

"Orihime?" Kisuke raised an eyebrow. "But she wasn't a part of Ichigo's therapy."

"I know. But Ichigo kept going and going and the three of us soon became worn out. So we had to ask some of Ichigo's friends to help us out."

Unable to ascertain what Yoruichi meant, Kisuke crept over to the door to her room and cracked it open. "Oh…my…"

Ichigo was in the middle of the room, pounding his best friend Tatsuki from behind. Nearby were Rukia, Rangiku, both looking as exhausted as Yoruichi. In addition, there was Orihime, Ryu, Michiru and Chizuru as well. The naked girls laid on their backs, nursing creampied cunts. "Wait, isn't the redhead a lesbian?" Kisuke pointed out.

"Ichigo turned her back to the light," Yoruichi chuckled. "I think we might've created a monster."

"He's been like this for three days?!"

Yoruichi nodded. "Yeah. We've gotten rid of his Erotophobia but I think we've turned him into a sex addict!"

The End