Yoruichi had been surprised with Orihime’s request, and she knew that Ichigo had been convinced that it was a joke the entire time. From the first time she’d brought it up right through her convincing Yoruichi that she really did want this, Orihime’s boyfriend couldn’t seem to believe that it was actually going to happen. Even once his underwear was off and his dick was in her mouth, she could tell that he didn’t believe it was really going to happen. He’d kept glancing over at her nervously as if to check and make sure she wasn’t about to either yell at him or laugh and reveal that it was all a joke she and Yoruichi had played on him, to get him excited only to deny him the pleasure once it began.

But Orihime wasn’t kidding. She really did want Yoruichi to teach her how to have good sex with her boyfriend, and she wanted to learn by sitting and watching Yoruichi demonstrate the right way to do it. No matter how many times Ichigo looked over at her nervously, he would see only the look of concentration on Orihime’s face while she studied what Yoruichi was doing. He’d pointed out that this wasn’t the way most people learned how to have sex, and that most girls would not be at all comfortable with their boyfriends having sex with other girls, let alone actually push for it to happen in the first place.

If that made Orihime not normal, she wasn’t bothered by that. She loved Ichigo, and when she had sex with him for the first time, she wanted it to be as good as it could be for him. Sure, she could read books and watch videos about sex to learn what to expect. She had done that. But there were some things that books and videos just lacked, and she’d been sure that actually watching a more experienced woman make her boyfriend feel good right in front of her would teach her more than anything else she could hope to read or watch before she had sex with him herself.

Now, as she watched Yoruichi get really into her blowjob, she knew this had been a good idea. Yes, she’d read that the tip of a man’s penis was sensitive, and the guys in some of the videos she’d watched had always moaned when their partners sucked on it. But sitting in her chair right next to the bed and being able to hear and see the way Ichigo responded to Yoruichi licking, kissing or suckling on the head of his penis was far more educational for Orihime than anything else. As she sat and watched the experienced woman work, she became more confident in her own ability to replicate these techniques and get these same reactions from Ichigo when she did eventually have sex with him.

She could practically picture herself in Yoruichi’s place between his legs, suckling at just the tip of Ichigo’s penis while holding his shaft in her hand and slowly stroking it to start with. The demonstration that she received was like an advanced class being given by a blowjob master, and better yet, she was demonstrating it on Ichigo himself. Orihime noticed the way that Yoruichi gradually turned things more intense, and she was certain that those head bobs and faster strokes from her hand had been carefully timed so things picked up when Ichigo wanted it most. Orihime never would have been able to pull that off on her own the first time around, but after watching so closely and taking note of how Yoruichi always seemed to wait until Ichigo squirmed or groaned to increase her effort, she felt like she was going to be much better prepared when she did eventually take her turn sucking her boyfriend’s dick.

It was immediately obvious when Yoruichi decided she wanted to try and finish him off, because everything changed. She’d prepared him for this bit by bit, and then she began to launch her head down and take him all the way down her throat. This blowjob had gone all the way from her slowly suckling his cock to slurping loudly as she pulled off a rapid deepthroat, and at the end of it all, Ichigo was moaning loudly and bucking on the bed as he came down Yoruichi’s throat. It had been minutes since he’d glanced in Orihime’s direction, and his eyes were closed altogether now as he forgot all about his fears and enjoyed the pleasure that Yoruichi brought him. She was glad. He was clearly having a wonderful time, and she was learning everything she would need to know to be able to blow his mind eventually.

“What do you think?” Yoruichi asked her after finishing Ichigo off. Orihime was impressed that she sounded only slightly out of breath after what she’d just done, especially since she could hear Ichigo panting in the aftermath of it all. “Did you learn something?”

“Definitely!” Orihime said, nodding quickly. “But I hope you’ll demonstrate actual sex, too!” Yoruichi laughed.

“If it really means that much to you, I guess I can spare a little bit more time for the lesson.”

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Yoruichi was glad that Orihime really did want to see this happen, because she needed this fuck more than she let on.

The whole thing had felt as abnormal for her as it obviously had for Ichigo, but the girl had been so damn earnest about it that she hadn’t wanted to disappoint her. She’d gotten into it quickly once she started sucking him, though. A nice big cock like this one was so much fun to play with, and it had been way too fucking long since her last chance to do so. She wondered how obvious her excitement had been when Orihime all but begged her to keep going and have sex with him next.

It was all Yoruichi could do not to give in to her lust and take what she wanted from Ichigo. Every instinct that she had was screaming for her to pounce and fuck his brains out, but that would have defeated the purpose of the whole thing, at least for Orihime. She was meant to be demonstrating proper technique, not satisfying her own needs. Besides, it was obvious how hard Ichigo was fighting not to cum as it was. If she lost her head, even for a moment, he wouldn’t have a chance of survival.

She bit her lip and stared down at him while she rocked her hips back and forth. Despite her instinctive desire to slam down and take this cock all the way inside of her as soon as she climbed on top of him, she’d been very slow and deliberate, pointing out to Orihime that the pain could easily drown out the pleasure if she got impatient with him as a newbie. Orihime had nodded along, and she’d leaned her head in for a closer look as Yoruichi demonstrated some of her favorite techniques, including moving her hips in circles and grinding. She’d provided commentary as she guided Orihime through how different sex could feel from her perspective depending on the angle.

Orihime nodded along through all of them. The younger girl watched intently as she leaned back to place her hands on Ichigo’s ankles and bounced lightly on his cock, and she showed zero jealousy as Yoruichi used her boyfriend to demonstrate the intimacy of dropping down to hug his neck and press her breasts into his chest while his cock was buried inside of her. Orihime was correct in her belief that Yoruichi had no interest in trying to steal her man from her and make him her own, but this was still a level of trust that went beyond what most women would be comfortable with. That Orihime was so genuine and earnest about wanting a demonstration helped Yoruichi stick to the plan rather than chase her own climax.

“How much longer do you think he’s going to last?” Orihime asked suddenly. Yoruichi looked down at Ichigo’s face. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he was biting his lower lip hard.

“Not long,” she said. It had probably taken a lot out of him to last this long, even with her focus on instruction rather than pleasure. But he was obviously hanging by a thread.

“Can you finish by showing me what it’ll be like when I’m comfortable enough to go hard?” Orihime asked next. “Like really hard?” Yoruichi’s laugh was rough, but not as rough as she was about to be.

“Sure,” she said. “Try not to look away, though. It’s going to be over fast.”

She had been so good; she’d held back for so long. But her feral side was going to be let out at last, even if it was only going to be for a few brief moments. She almost purred as she moved her hands to Ichigo’s shoulders, pinned them to the bed beneath him and began to bounce.

She’d bounced on him earlier, but those had been careful, measured and instructional. There was nothing careful about this, though, and she wasn’t even thinking about teaching Orihime anything. For the first time all night, she was thinking about her pleasure alone. Her hips slammed down, making her ass smack against his legs as his cock went as far inside of her as it could reach in one go. And then she pulled back up and did the same thing again, and again, and again. Every drop was just as fast and aggressive as the one before it. Ichigo gasped and stared up at her helplessly as Yoruichi released her feral side on him, exposing him to what it felt like to be fucked. Maybe he thought he’d already learned that, but he knew better now that Yoruichi’s restraints had been removed.

Predictably, he couldn’t withstand such powerful bounces for long. She probably hadn’t even reached the double digits yet before he was grunting and grabbing her ass instinctively as she fucked him to a finish. Yoruichi actually did let out a groan very similar to a purr as she felt him cumming inside of her. Without hesitation, she claimed his mouth in a deep kiss as the pleasure took her too. All that instruction had gotten her worked up, and those brief moments of domination had been her reward. She was quite happy with how the arrangement had worked out.

“Wow,” Orihime breathed from beside her. “I can’t wait to be able to do that!”