Ranma - Let's Fuck

Ranma - Let's Fuck 10

"On your knees, bitch, and suck my cock!"

Familiar words and familiar partners, but in unfamiliar roles. It was the
red-headed pigtailed girl, with her hands bound behind her back, who obediently sank
to her knees, eyes half-closed as she leaned forwards tentatively, tongue wetting her lips
as she inched closer to the thick, curved plastic black cock that hung from a belt around
the hips of her dark-haired fiancee. Akane smirked as she saw Ranma hesitate, and
she quickly reached down to grab a fistful of red hair. "I said SUCK IT, bitch!" she
laughed, as she forced her lover's head down onto the plastic phallus between her legs.

Coughing and sputtering, face bright red with embarrassment, but also with
desire, Ranma obeyed, sucking as much of the thick dong into her mouth as she
could...which turned out to be most, but not quite all of it. When she had agreed to
Akane's suggestion to switch roles for the night, she had insisted on using the more
'realistic' of the two strap-on dildo's that Kasumi had bought her little sister. If Akane had been wearing the novelty toy she wouldn't even be halfway down before it hit the
back of her throat.

Akane's grip relented slightly, letting Ranma find her own pace as she carefully
bobbed her head back and forth on the shaft. This wasn't quite as easy as it looked; she
was finding out...there seemed to be more to the whole 'blowjob' thing than just putting
your lips into a ring and bobbing your head back and forth. The only problem was...

"Akane...uhm...I don't know if I'm doing this right," Ranma said, lifting her
head up from Akane's dildo and looking her partner in the eyes. "I mean...if it was real
you could probably tell me right away, but..."

"Believe me, lover, it's doing plenty for me just watching you," Akane pointed
out, feeling the way her pussy was dripping between her legs and soaking the gusset
strap of the harness. However, seeing that Ranma wasn't entirely appeased, she went
on reassuringly, "Don't worry about it, Ranma...it just spoils the mood if you're all
nervous about things like that. Just do what feels right...if it ever comes to it, you'll
figure out if it's alright soon enough."

Ranma frowned...but Akane's advice seemed sound enough, and if it wasn't,
the feeling of the dark-haired girl yanking her back down onto the phallus by her
forelock was enough to convince her to keep doing her best on the shaft. The taste at
least was all right...perhaps she should use the flavored lubricant on herself some time.

Akane wasn't worrying too much about such niceties at the moment...enjoying
this rare change of roles was pleasurable enough in itself, but her ulterior motive for
suggesting the game tonight was even more enticing. She knew that Ranma was going
to need a bit of encouragement to take that next step...and tonight was all about
pushing 'her' over that edge.

And it was working...little by little, and then lot by lot, Ranma was forgetting
all about the initial shame his male side had at being on his knees in front of his
sex-slave, sucking on her 'cock', as the feminine side took over him, the curse much more
than skin deep it seemed. As Akane had told her, she just did was came naturally, lips
splayed around the wide plastic toy, tongue lathing around and around in circles, licking
the flavored jelly clean away from it, only her own spittle keeping it slick and warm in
her mouth. So deeply involved was she in her fantasy that she was startled when she
pulled her head back, and, licking slowly down the crudely molded 'vein' on the bottom
of the cock, didn't come to a pair of balls dangling beneath. Instead, she found the
leather strap covering her fiancee's pussy, stained with the tangy juices that leaked
from that heavenly crack.

"Expecting something?" Akane smirked when Ranma's head jerked back from
the taste of that cunt. "Aah-ah-ah!" she shook her finger scoldingly as Ranma quickly
recovered from the shock and tried to bury her head between her legs one more time;
quickly grabbing the girl by the pigtail, she hauled her head back, and then with a
powerful twist of her arm deposited her on the bed, where ropes were already waiting.
"Akane-sama's not quiiiite finished with you yet," she laughed at her squirming redhead,
as she bound her legs to opposite corners of the bed.

"Ah...Akane, please..." Ranma moaned as she felt herself being tied down
securely. Many nights of practice had taught the young lovers that simply tying 'the
girl' down spread eagled wasn't necessarily the best approach...instead, by tying one leg
to the bottom corner and the other to the opposite top corner, the 'victim' was left spread open far more completely, and in a more accessible position. Good thing they were so flexible. "Please..." she whimpered again, as the final ropes tightened around her
ankle.

"Shush," Akane scolded her lover, putting a finger against her lips teasingly,
before moving to straddle Ranma's chest, phallus bumping lightly into her chin.
"That's a good girl," she crooned in approval as Ranma instinctively tilted her head
forwards to try to scoop the black tip into her eager mouth. "Lesson two is just about to
start....get it good and wet for me."

Lesson 2? Ranma's sex-fogged mind heard the words, but barely registered
them, instead focusing all of her energies on obediently slobbering up the dildo, making
the dark plastic even shinier with her spit. Akane didn't let her work long
however...as soon as she felt that the dildo was slimy enough, she pulled it out of
Ranma's reach, and set it between her tits.

"Haaaai...Akane-sama," Ranma purred, suddenly understanding exactly what
Lesson two was. Akane slid forwards gently, the heft and natural firmness of Ranma's
breasts almost holding them tightly around the cock without any assistance at all...but
soon Akane reached down to squeeze those big mounds around her shaft.

"Hmmmmm..." she purred, feeling the sudden resistance, hearing Ranma
moan in pleasure as Akane squeezed her big tits together, and kept her steady back and
forth rocking going, sliding that thick plastic toy along her breastbone. "I...I think I
can see why you like this..." she laughed. Although smaller than her fiancee's, Akane's
breasts had proved more than adequate to the position before, and Ranma had always
seemed most excited when fucking her tits. And well he might, she understood
now...the look she must have on her face, if the one of pure rapture and eagerness on
Ranma's was even only half as intense!

Unfortunately, though, with the plastic dildo, the proper climax wouldn't be
possible, and although Akane's pussy was burning with more than enough intensity to
warrant her own climax...she wanted to hold off on that for just a moment. It was time
to push past the barrier anyways, she thought...the look of pure, unadulterated lust and
desire on Ranma's face left no doubt about that. Time to deliver the final thrust.

"It's time, lover," Akane whispered, bending down to hiss the word right in
Ranma's ears, who responded by giving a thick moan and tilting her hips upwards as
much as her bondage would let her, trying to spread her dripping hole even more wildly
open for her lover. With a wicked grin, Akane slid backwards, letting the phallus drag
along Ranma's body...out of the sweet grip of her breasts, down over the sensitive skin
of her belly, poking lightly at her navel, before following that little, nearly invisible line downwards, to the neatly trimmed red bush framing the slippery pink lips, nudging
them gently...

Ranma hissed, eyes tightly closed, as she felt that blunt tip pressing against
her feminine opening. She was about to experience something no many before her ever
had. This was the gift of the curse...s fitting counter, she thought now, to the problems
it had otherwise brought her. But now it was over, the problems seemed to be solved,
and she was about to get the most incredible experience any boy could ask for. Any
moment now, when her lover's hips lurched forwards...

...any moment now.

...any...moment now.

"Akane?"

Ranma's eyes popped open in frustration. Her hips were squirming frantically,
despite her best efforts to hold still for her fiancee, who was still there she could
feel...feel the breasts pressing against her own, feeling the phallus against her labia.
But she wasn't moving. "Akane...please...!"

With a smirk, Akane suddenly sat right up, pulling her body away from
Ranma's, but leaving the cock pressing against the sex of the redhead, who was
squirming frantically in an effort to penetrate herself. "No," she said simply.

Ranma was stunned. "No?" She couldn't believe it! "What do you mean
no?" she cried out, nearly in tears, the intensity of the feelings so powerful within her
that she wasn't even able to be hurt by the sudden, surprising rejection. All she felt
was desire, NEED. "Akane, I...I NEED..."

Wisely, Akane nodded. "I know, Ranma-chan," she smiled, a much gentler
smile than moments before. "But I can't do it right," she said, with a sad little sigh.
"If I had a curse like yours...." And she gave a little shrug. "But this is just a toy," she sighed, pulling the dildo away from Ranma finally, and unbuckling it from her hips.
"You need a REAL cock, Ranma...you need a REAL man to deflower you."

"B...but...I don'...I can't....Akane, I'm going to die!" she pleaded. Thoughts of
masculinity had nothing to do with it, the fear of her mother was long gone. The only
fear now was that the desire inside of her would be unfulfilled. And through the
budding tears, Akane's gravely smiling face was no help to her.

"You won't," the dark-haired girl whispered gently to her, as she positioned
herself between Ranma's legs, spreading her own lithely to reveal her now-naked pussy,
scooting forward on her haunches to press vagina to vagina, crying out hotly at the
taboo kiss. "But even if I did you wouldn't be satisfied..." she sighed, as she started to violently wriggle her hips up and down, frigging her cunt against Ranma's, working the
mingled girl honey between them into a froth with the force of her actions.

"Nooooooo!!!!!" Ranma cried out through the haze of tears and passion that
assaulted her bound body. She fought against them now...she could break them, force
Akane to...force Akane to take her. And if not Akane, than Kasumi....or
Nabiki....Ryouga...

Thoughts of the bandanaed boy cut through Ranma's mind like a hot knife, and
suddenly the entirety of Akane's plan became crystal clear to her. It was a moment or
perfect understanding like she had never had before, and maybe never would again,
every facet of Akane's idea...to seduce and take Ranma as a girl, to build her desire to
the breaking point, higher than Ranma-chan had ever felt before, and then deny her
that which she most wanted, but with the promise of even better to come, the hint of
more than manly friendship hinted at many weeks before, Akane's desire for Ranma, as
well as her, to expand his sexual horizons. It was cruel...but it was perfect. And it
worked, Ranma knew, as the crushing orgasm exploded through her body, and into
Akane's trigging the short-haired girl's own climax, pussies spitting their sticky juices
into each other's gaping sex channels, like lovers swapping spit.

And when she recovered, Ranma knew she couldn't stay angry at Akane.
Akane was nervous, Ranma could tell, as Akane untied her, carefully helping her to
reposition her limbs, to stretch some muscles and relax others, neither of them saying a
word, slave-girl Akane back now, afraid lest she pushed her Mistress too far. But when
her limbs felt properly relaxed, Ranma turned, and gathered Akane in her arms, and
then they both smiled as their naked breasts pressed so closely together, molding into
and around each other as legs entwined, each dripping pussy finding a sleek thigh to
rest against as the girls cuddled. "I guess we'd better start planning my costume..."
Ranma smiled at Akane, "Or have you already done that?"

"Kasumi made it last night," Akane confirmed with a giggle, pecking the
redhead on the lips. "I'm not sure he won't know anyways though..."

"Ryouga?" Ranma asked scornfully. "He hasn't noticed yet until I let
something slip," she pointed out. "Though...well..."

Akane looked curiously at Ranma. "Hmmmm?"

"I just might have to let something slip eventually after all, won't I...?" Ranma
sighed....

**** 1 Week Later ****

"You're in luck, Ranma-chan! He's camping out by the riverbank about two
blocks from here!"

Ranma looked up from her homework, a sudden lurch in her throat as Nabiki
announced the news. Since the 'conversation' with Akane a week ago, when Ranma
had finally agreed that it was time to do something about Ryouga, she'd been strangely
calm about it. After the royal tonguing and pussy-fucking that Akane had given her
that night, after first Akane, and then Kasumi and Nabiki had progressively taught
Ranma everything they knew about pleasuring a man, taking turns with the strap-on,
Ranma had felt...well, had actually even felt confident, excited about the prospect of
fucking a boy. Not just any boy, mind you, but the biggest rival she had ever had, the
one whom she had battled with for months to win Akane's love and affections. And
while the later was something of a tie, it was a tie she could live with, as it was split so many ways. So she'd even been looking forward to it. Until this moment, when
suddenly it was time to act.

"Th...the riverbank?" she croaked, throat suddenly as dry as sandpaper.
Beside her, Akane smiled, and rubbed her shoulders reassuringly.

"Well, there you go, Ranma," she smiled, leaning to give the redhead a kiss on
the cheek. "Now's your big chance. Enjoy yourself!" she beamed, as she and Nabiki
pulled Ranma, to her feet and started divesting her of her usual clothes, while Kasumi
came in with the cute dress specially prepared for the occasion.

"Er...wa...wait!" Ranma protested, stiffly protesting the sudden occurrence of
her anticipation. "Ma...maybe he's tired, maybe I should wait till tomorrow...."

Tugging the dress downwards over Ranma's rigid body, Nabiki clucked her
tongue and shook her head. "No no, Ranma-kun, you've got to go now," she said.
"Ryouga-kun's a wandering soul after all...by this time tomorrow he could be in China,
for all we know. It's now or never."

"Bu....but...." Ranma protested again, as Akane took her by the hand and led
her, stiff-legged, to the entranceway, Kasumi and Nabiki waving them off cheerily.
"Akane?" she turned, eyes pleading to her fiancee.

But Akane remained firm, though she was smiling. "Nabiki-oneechan is right,
Ranma," she smiled, as she helped Ranma slip the girls pumps onto her feet. "You
have to take this chance...you never know when you might get another one."

"Ak...Akane, I'm scared!" Ranma finally admitted, blushing as red as her hair
as she stared down at her unmoving feet. "I dunno why, but..."

Akane quickly leaned in to give her fiancee a tight, full-body hug. "Shhhh,
Ranma...don't worry about it," she said gently into his ear. "I was terrified before I
went into your room...Nabiki told me that her head was beating like a drum the first
time she went into the bath with you," Hesitatingly, Ranma lifted her head, to see
Akane's kind eyes looking back at her. "Everything will go fine, and when it's over
you'll wonder what all the fuss was about. You're going to have a wonderful time!" she
beamed, as an impish little grin quirked her lips. "Actually I'm a bit jealous that you'll get a good fucking from Ryouga before I will!"

"Wanna trade?" Ranma moaned, but instead of answering, Akane just
laughingly shoved her out the door.

"Don't come back till you've lost your virginity!!!" she called out loudly, making
Ranma wince. Sometimes the boldness of that girl's sex drive....

For his part, the soon-to-be target of Ranma's affections was, as was fairly
usual for him, upset; naturally because he was, as was extremely usual for him,
thoroughly lost. After his encounter with Akane in the alleyway, nearly a month
earlier, he had intended to make the short walk over to Shampoo's restaurant, and talk
with the residents there about their next plan to get the happy couple to themselves.
Strangely, however, the restaurant seemed to have moved since his last visit...as well as
all of the neighboring buildings surrounding it. The street HAD to have been right
though, hadn't it? Maybe it was just around the NEXT corner...

And so, here he was. Where exactly here was, he wasn't entirely sure. It was
probably Tokyo...he had been in Sapporo just a few days ago, and before that it had
been Osaka, and there weren't a lot of temples, so it probably wasn't Kyoto either. So it
was probably Tokyo. Which meant he was close to the Nekohanten again. Just
around the next corner...but that could wait until the morning. Night was falling, and
the cool autumn air made the idea of a nice warm campfire meal all the more appealing.

And, for once, luck seemed to be with Ryouga. Just as he finished setting his
tent up, the rumble of thunder announced that the heavy clouds overhead weren't there
merely for decoration, but that the seemingly never-ending stream of storms over Tokyo
was back, never a cause for celebration for him. But this time, he was safe and dry
under the thick waterproof canvas of his tent, and he could stick his heavy bamboo
umbrella into the ground just outside the entrance flat with practiced ease, letting him
build and cook his fire in safety from the downpour. No boiling water with hooves for
Ryouga tonight! And that would make the last of the konyaku and daikon that he'd
received from some friendly farmers up in Gunma taste all the sweeter.

"SEMPAIIIIIII!!!!!!!"

The shrill cry made Ryouga look up just in time to see the shock of red flashing
through the air in front of him, before it crashed into him with surprising force, sending
him tumbling backwards into his tent. Groggily, Ryouga shook his head as the stars
faded from in front of his eyes and started circling his head instead...what on earth had
just hit him? It had to be some sort of new attack, some sort of martial arts challenge,
some sort of...girl?

Ryouga's eyes widened as they finally looked downwards to find that flash of
red nuzzled up against his chest, rocking back and forth softly as the upturned little
nose underneath tried to burrow into his chest. His cheeks blushed a bright red as he
realized that the girl was laying right on top of his prostrate form, and when his eyes
finally tracked down far enough to realized that the billow white dress she was wearing
was soaked almost completely through, showing off the lacy under things underneath, it
took a near miracle to keep the blood from exploding right out of his nose from the
pressure.

Gingerly, he put his hands on the girl's shoulders, and pushed away gently.
"Ah, ah, ah..." he stammered, but the girl just seemed to cling on all the more
stubbornly.

"Sempai!!!" she repeated adoringly, her words somewhat muffled by his shirt,
arms digging right around his body, nails clutching deeply into his shirt. "Sempai..."
she sighed once again, her face twitching a little bit, almost looking like she was about
to burst into tears.

"Wha, hey, no, don't do that!" Ryouga cried out when he saw that little twitch of
her face, and quickly he stopped pushing away, instead clutching her back tighter
against him. He had no idea who she was or where she knew him from, but obviously
_she_ did, and Ryouga's legendary amount of inexperience with women wasn't really
helping him understand the situation any better than that. Nor was the fact that he,
try as he might to be gentlemanly and honorable, couldn't draw his eyes away from the
lacy undergarments that he could see covering her rump.

Still, no matter how much Ryouga protested, he could feel the heaving of her
chest as it hitched up and down in chocking little sobs, which really was doing nothing
for his peace of mind. Don't think that, don't think that, don't think that....is that a
little heart sewn into the waistline? Frantically, Ryouga shook his head. What on
Earth was going on here?

Curled up tightly into his chest, Ranma couldn't help but wince a bit at the
spectacle that she was making of herself. She felt patently ridiculous...but it was
working, she had to admit. Kasumi had a perfect flair for knowing exactly what
buttons to push with a guy, and the combination of the paper-thin white dress and
overtly-girlish underwear was having exactly the intended effect upon her target. It
felt very strange for Ranma to press herself up against that hard and hot bulge that was
rising up against her belly...but weird as it felt, she couldn't ignore the feminine aspect of her that was crying out to get to know that bulge much more intimately indeed. But
not too soon. Ryouga was sometimes just too much of a gentleman, Akane's recent
experience to the contrary.

Thus, Ranma tilted her head up to let him see her shimmering blue pools again,
eyes huge and watery in the rapidly fading Tokyo twilight. "Oh Sempai," she sniffled,
horking back big bubbles from her nose. "I'm followed you for so long," she mewled
pathetically, letting her body wriggle deliciously against him once again. "Every step
that you've taken all over Japan...it's been such a _hard_ journey!"

Hard. Hard was exactly the wrong word in these circumstances. Ryouga
knew that, tried desperately to think of another word, any other word. Stiff? No, that
didn't make sense. And wasn't any better. Throbbing? That was worse! What was
he doing, he had to concentrate. Concentrate...come on now...any word, any word will
do...

Sadly for the boy, 'untie' was the one that sprung to mind most
immediately...mainly because that's exactly what the girl was starting to do to his sash.
Untie it. Untying it. That was going to be a bad thing, he knew, somewhere in the
back of his mind...though he couldn't quite remember why. Something about a girl.
Something about a girl that he'd seen only recently. Oh yeah, that was it. He'd seen
Akane recently! But that usually pleasant thought helped only for a microsecond,
until he remember exactly HOW he'd seen Akane. Exactly what parts of Akane he'd
seen. In fact, he'd seen quite a LOT of Akane, hadn't he? Done quite a bit too. Quite
a bit that he knew, somehow, that she'd enjoyed, despite everything. And that he'd
enjoyed too. In fact, thinking about that was making him quite...

"Hard!" squealed the girl in front of him, in genuine shock and amazement.
Ranma had never quite managed to see another penis like this before...he'd never really
paid much attention in the changing rooms at schools and various dojo's across Asia
that he'd travelled to...and he'd certainly never been this close to one before. But there it was, right up in front of him, springing out of Ryouga's trousers like a living thing with a mind of it's own. And, while the owner of the head above might still be coming around to the proper way of thought, there wasn't much doubt about what this head was thinking. It was right there, less than an inch from Ranma's lips. All thoughts of
role-playing and acting had vanished from her head the moment she saw it, felt the
velvety heat that radiated from it...suddenly this was every bit as right as it had been
the day that Akane had taken her clothes off in his bedroom, when Kasumi knelt down
in front of him in the kitchen, when Nabiki joined him in the back. The only fraction of
a thought that was spared was a silent prayer of thanks for giving him such a sensible
(if uncute) fiancee, and then Ranma took it into her mouth.

Ryouga lost it. For a few glorious seconds all of the thought was sent from his
mind by the wonderful, velvety sensation of those full, pouting lips wrapping around his
shaft. He didn't care that he didn't know who this girl was. He didn't care that her
dress was not only soaked through, but starting to fall off. He didn't care that there
was a bothering sense of familiarity about it all. All of that was driven from his mind
by those lips. And then he was coming, orgasming shamelessly after just one quick
gulp of that hungry, eager mouth, making the redhead's bright blue eyes widen up in
surprise, her cheeks puff out, her breath to gasp out in shock as her mouth was
suddenly filled with the hot, slimy white stuff...but she didn't have a chance to even
think about pulling away, as Ryouga joyously grabbed the back of her head, and shoved
his member right into her throat.

Good thing for all of that gag reflex practice, Ranma had a moment to think,
before feeling the waves of heat washing over her body once again. It felt wonderful
this, a perverted sense of pleasure and power that she had given him so much pleasure
just with such a simple act. Nabiki's love for it made a lot more sense now! But then
he was pulling away, leaving her mewling, gasping plaintively. But only for a moment,
as he dumped her onto his bedroll on hands and knees, pulling her dress up and her
underwear down, and with one savage thrust, sinking himself deep into her pussy.

"Oh GODSSSS!" Ranma cried out as she was penetrated with a male cock for
the first time in her life. "Oh gods, Ryouga!!!" she moaned out loud, outshouting even
the rain as the broad-shouldered boy started to slam into her. It wasn't lovemaking by
any sense of the imagination..it was fucking. Raw, primal, brutal fucking. Within
minutes Ranma's dress was bunched around her waist from top and bottom, massive
breasts swinging free, smacking into each other with each one of Ryouga's hard, forceful
shoves into her tight, wet channel. She could feel every inch of him sliding back and
forth within her, feel her lips getting pulled in and out by his force. He wasn't quite as big as the dildo that she and Akane had been practicing with...but he felt far warmer,
far more vibrant and alive. She cried out and rolled her hips and encouraged him to
fuck her, to spank her ass, to pull her hair...off of which he did with verve and
enthusiasm. Even when her hair flew away into the corner of the tent Ranma barely
noticed, not realizing what had happened...and since Ryouga didn't stop or slow his own
ferocious pounding, it didn't seem to be very important either. Only when he had come
inside of her with a roar, only after the two of them had collapsed into a sweaty heap on
the floor of the tent, spooning closely together with his still-stiff member buried deep
inside of her still did Ranma realize that the jig was up.

"So uhm...ready for more yet?"