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Games	By : peterschell Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 34931 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Ryochan, rolled her eyes up to look up at yet another piece of competition for Ranma’s attention. She had to roll her eyes up because Ranma’s grip on her ear had bent her forward into a low bow. Not on purpose, he’d just been so surprised by the appearance of Kasumi that he’d dropped his hand while forgetting he had a grip on Ryochan’s ear.

“Oh, great,” Ryochan muttered to herself. How the hell was she going to compete with Kasumi? With the other three, if she couldn’t get rid of them she could at least establish herself as the alpha. Besides, Akane and Ukyou were gay, and no real competition. Kasumi on the other hand. Ryochan let out a little groan of frustration as she took in how sweet Kasumi looked. How could she compete with that?”

“Oh my, Ranma. I really think you should let that young lady’s ear go,” Kasumi suggested.

“Huh? Oh, sorry, Ryochan,” Ranma said releasing the tall blond’s ear and allowing her to stand up to her full height.

“My, you are a very healthy young girl,” Kasumi said in honest admiration as she ran her eyes up and down Ryochan’s body.

“What are you doing here, big sister!” Akane demanded, her face looking horrified. With all the talk about hot and heavy sex, the sudden appearance of her mother figure on the scene, and the fact that she apparently was going to be joining them had created a real discord in her mind. Her private fantasies about Kasumi were one of her deep dark secrets, one that she hadn’t even shared with Ukyou or Shampoo, but she’d never dreamed that they might actually come true, and the idea that they might was far more disturbing than arousing.

Neither Ukyou or Shampoo had negative reactions to Kasumi’s presence. They’d both had suspicions that she had a hot body under all those frumpy clothes and were more than slightly pleased in discovering that was true. The only thing Ukyou regretted was that she was out of Nannichuan powder.

Nabiki nearly rubbed her hands together in glee at the disruption her little stone had caused in the pool of teenagers. “So, why don’t we go inside and get better acquainted? She asked.

“Is your break just about over?” a dry, and very annoyed, voice asked from below and beside Kasumi.

Kasumi looked down and spoke to someone out of sight behind the fence. “Oh, hello Grandmother Cologne, how are you today?”

“I’d be a lot better if my entire wait staff had not wondered off and left me with a restaurant full of customers.” Cologne said as she popped into view perched on her staff. She directed a gimlet gaze at Akane, Ukyou and Shampoo. “I’ve had to close the place down thanks to you delinquent girls. So, I think this would be a good opportunity to clean the bathrooms. I have toothbrushes with your name’s on them at the restaurant.” Cologne stopped talking and simply looked at the three fidgeting girls.

“But, great,” Shampoo started to protest.

“This is not a debate!” Cologne roared. The amount of volume produced was shocking, considering she hadn’t opened her mouth any wider than she normally did. “Move it, move it, move it!” she shouted as the girls broke and raced past her down the street. “You can come back to play with your friends latter, if you have the energy”, she called out after their retreating backs.

Ranma couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, but that died in his throat as Cologne turned her gaze on him. “I will thank you, student, to not lure my waitresses away, unless you want your next training lesson to involve the proper construction and care of latrines. A very important skill for a potential future leader.”

“Heh,” Ranma laughed weakly. “Sure, no problem. I’ll make sure they’ve done their chores before inviting them to play.” Then, he blinked, and asked, “Student?”

Cologne gave him one of her scary grins. “Just because I’ve accepted you won’t be marrying Shampoo, does not mean I’m about to let my investment in you go to waste. I have a great deal to teach you, student.”

“And the possibility that Ranma might just join the tribe as a result of that training has nothing to do with that motivation,” Nabiki drawled.

“I see someone finally gave you a much needed spanking Nabiki Tendo, are you so eager for another?” Cologne gave a sharp cackle of laughter as Nabiki flushed beet red and she poggoed down the street after the distant figures of her running staff.

The four remaining figures stared after the retreating figures before two of them turned their eyes toward the blushing Nabiki. Before they could ask the obvious question Kasumi turned to the others and said in a cheerful voice, “So, shall we get better acquainted?”

Nabiki had been expecting it. The slight widening of the eyes when Kasumi walked into Ryouga’s house. “No!” she said in a firm tone. The other three turned to her with varying degrees of surprise in their eyes. Nabiki ignored Ranma and Ryochan and directed her comments to her big sister. “You are here on a probationary basis. If you are accepted, then our house is your house.”

Ryochan’s eyes widened, and it looked like she was about to protest Nabiki’s cavalier expropriating of her family home, but she kept her mouth shut after a bit of thought. It wasn’t as if Nabiki was staking a legal claim, and Ryochan rather liked the idea of the house belonging to both her and Ranma, though she could have done without the others. She could pretend that it was their marriage house, and the others were annoying family members who just would not leave.

Nabiki was still laying down the law to Kasumi. “You will not clean, you will not straighten, you will not pick up. Do I make myself clear!” While Nabiki was acting the drill sergeant, her tone and the sparkle in her eyes denoted malicious delight.

Kasumi looked at her sister with a chiding expression. “Really, Nabiki. That seems a bit silly. I’d be perfectly happy to help Ryouga straighten up his home, but you act as if it’s something I could not stop myself from doing.”

“You’re straightening a picture, Kasumi” Nabiki said. Kasumi blushed and snatched her hands back from what they were doing. Nabiki grinned. “Shall we retire to the game room? She asked, walking off without waiting for an answer.

Really, it just got better and better, Nabiki thought to herself as she leaned against one of the rickety school desks. She’d started to sit, and had reconsidered when her bottom brushed the seat. She tried to ignore her throbbing ass and watched the other three. Kasumi was sitting demurely on the couch, pretending to enjoy the horrendous tea Ryochan had brewed up for the four of them. Nabiki had poured her’s in a planter. It likely would have killed the plant, but the poor thing had been dead for years.

Ranma and Ryochan were sitting on a couple of straight back chairs that Ryouga had recently scrounged from somewhere. They had all their parts but were showing their age. The two looked like they had been called up on the carpet even though Kasumi was being her usual mild self.

Ryochan and Ryouga were trying desperately to maintain a flow of small talk and avoid any mention at all as to why Kasumi was actually here. It really didn’t take a scientist to figure out what was going on in their minds. As with Akane, Kasumi was the closest thing to a mother figure either boy had associated with in years. Despite her being just short of twenty their minds saw her as much older and more mature. As a result they were shying away from thinking of her in a sexual situation. Well, maybe she could change that view, Nabiki thought

“Kasumi, dear,” Nabiki said in a saccharin sweet voice, why don’t you show the boys what you have to offer our little club.”

Kasumi looked up, and Nabiki could see her pupils dilate slightly. Always watch the eyes, Nabiki had learned a long time ago. They almost never lied if you looked closely enough. And if they showed nothing, stay far away from that person.

Kasumi’s eyes were very telling Nabiki was learning. For all her proper manners her sister was almost as big a slut as Shampoo. And, had a much more vivid imagination, Nabiki was willing to bet. Nabiki could almost read her big sister’s mind and had a suspicion that under her mild expression Kasumi had been imagining Ranma in all sorts of interesting situations, and that her panties, if she was wearing any, were wet at this moment.

“Oh, that’s ok,” Ranma said hastily. “We know what Kasumi can do. She doesn’t have to show us. Isn’t that right, Ryochan?”

“Huh? Oh, sure, yes, no need for Kasumi to demonstrate.”

Kasumi gazed at Ryochan with interest. “Have we met? I’m sorry if I don’t’ remember. You seem to know me.”

“Oh, haha,” Ranma laughed loudly. “Ryouga told his cousin all about you, Kasumi. I bet she knows you every bit as good as he does.”

“Huh?” Ryochan said intelligently, and then grunted as an elbow in the side jump started her brain. “Oh, right. My cousin, . . .Ryouga. That’s right, he told me all about how nice you are. I feel like I’ve known you for ever.”

“Oh, believe me, boys. You don’t know half of what Kasumi has to offer,” Nabiki said. “Do show them please, Kasumi.”

A slight blush colored Kasumi’s cheeks. The other two no doubt thought it embarrassment but Nabiki had a feeling it was arousal. Her big sister stood up and while Ranma and Ryochan watched like snake charmed rabbits undid the buttons on her dress and slipped it carefully off her shoulders and down her legs, She held the dress carefully as she stepped out of it and clad only in bra and panties, started to fold it.”

“No!” Nabiki said firmly. When Kasumi looked at her, Nabiki pointed off to the side. “Just toss that over that way, big sister.”

“What, but, Nabiki!” Kasumi seemed honestly shocked and appalled, which made Nabiki grin all the more. She didn’t reply, only made a waving gesture to the side. “This is very childish,” Kasumi chided her sister as she tried to nonchalantly toss her dress to the other side of the room, her act was spoiled when she winced as the dress landed half over another dead plant.”

It was doubtful if Ranma or Ryochan had noticed the thing with the dress. They were both too busy staring at Kasumi’s exposed figure. Ranma with reluctant sexual interest, and Ryochan with jealousy. Kasumi’s current outfit actually covered more than most modern bathing suits, but the fact it was underwear seemed to make a great deal of difference.

Kasumi reached behind herself to unsnap her bra, causing her large breasts to spill out of the suddenly loose cups. Nabiki couldn’t see Ranma’s eyes, but she was pretty sure his pupils were well dilated. Kasumi’s breasts hung like large ripe fruit as she stepped out of her panties. She made as if to toss them aside, but Nabiki said, “Wait!” Holding up a hand she indicated Kasumi should toss them to her. After a moment of hesitation, Kasumi did so, blushing, with embarrassment this time. Nabiki snatched the panties out the air and then made a production of neatly hanging them over the dead plant she’d dumped her tea over earlier. “They should dry nicely there,” she said with a smirk. Kasumi’s face blushed deeper and Ranma’s joined in, while Ryochan just looked blank. Drying panties were forgotten as everyone’s eyes were drawn to Kasumi’s nude figure.

Kasumi was not as tall, or as well built, as Ryochan. She was softer, more feminine in appearance. Ryochan was a bit of an amazon, in the usual sense of the word. Strongly muscled with broad shoulders that help support her impressive bosom and kept it from looking too out of proportion to the rest of her body. Her hips were actually a bit slim, and her ass far more muscular than was the norm. Kasumi was much closer to the ideal, to masculine eyes, image of a good looking woman.

Ranma, running his eyes over Kasumi’s body, was well aware of her lush charms.. Her breasts were not as large as Ryochan’s and they sagged without support, but not too much. She would not have passed the pencil test, true, but no regular woman that large would have. In contrast to those who were that big through artificial means, or cursed like Ryochan and Ranma-chan. Her hips were broad and sturdy, and her belly was just slightly rounded. She was not un-fit, however. Despite the surface fat smoothing out her curves, Ranma’s trained eyes picked out the strong underlying musculature. He’d noticed before how fit Kasumi seemed but previously, but had not really studied her. Now, desperate to keep his mind off his stiffening cock, he tried to focus past her gently swaying breasts and neatly shaven sex to her underlying build. And, as was Ranma’s habit, trying to figure out what sort of martial arts would produce such a build. He had just started to narrow it down to Aikido when Nabiki said something that broke his hard won concentration.

“Why don’t you tell Ranma the sort of sex you like, Kasumi,” Nabiki instructed.

“What? No, That’s fine. No need,” Ranma blurted out.

“Yeah, she doesn’t have to do that, Nabiki” Ryochan said, and then added. “How dare you place poor Kasumi is such an embarrassing position.”

“Oh, that is not a problem, Ranma, Ryochan, I don’t mind,” Kasumi assured them, which was the last thing either of them wanted to hear.

“The truth is, big sister loves to be raped,”

“Nabiki! How can you say something like that about your sister!” Ranma yelled at her.

“Oh, but Nabiki is right, Ranma,” Kasumi said in a shy voice. She had her hands folded demurely over her sex, not actually trying to hide it as glimpses could still be caught. In fact, it could be said that her posture drew attention to it. “I do like to imagine a big fierce man taking me against my will. I find it . . . exciting. Nabiki has told me about some of your games. I think I would enjoy playing with you, if you’ll let me.”

Ranma swallowed nervously as he found himself unable to look away from the demure Kasumi. He had never been excited by the idea of forcing himself onto girls in his fantasies. Indeed. The idea had been anathema to him. One of the few things Genma had instilled in him that was a positive. But since starting to play games with Ryouga, and later with Nabiki, he’d found a lot of enjoyment in playacting those acts. He didn’t analyze the reasons, just knew that it seemed to ease a lot of the stress in his life. Much the way a good hard fight used to.

“Ranma would never do that to you, Kasumi-chan,”Ryochan protested. “Isn’t that right, Ranma. You could never be so violent as to force yourself on a poor sweet girl like Kasumi.”

“Say, didn’t I hear something about Ryochan delivering the wrong letter to the other three girls?” Nabiki asked casually.

Ranma embarrassed over his own excitement had been about to agree with Ryochan when Nabiki spoke up. His eyes suddenly glared at Ryochan as he remembered the balled up message in his pocket. Ryochan flinched back from that look. Dropping her eyes she examined her fingers carefully as she twisted them together in her lap. “I’m real sorry about that, Ranma. I shouldn’t have done what I did.”

“I have a great idea. Why don’t we play our first game with Kasumi, and Ryochan can get her punishment at the same time.” Nabiki suggested in an innocent, I just had this idea, sort of voice.

Ranma smiled a wicked smile, keeping his eyes on the flustered Ryochan. “Sure, why not”, he said. “One thing I’ve learned, don’t keep things bottled up, get them out in the open and air them out so you can get to forgive and forget. Got any suggestions Nabiki?”

Ryochan swallowed nervously at the smile that spread across Nabiki’s face.

Nabiki clenched her thighs together as she took in the view through her camera’s lens. Ryouga and Ranma were pretty good at working a girl up with their fingers and tongues she thought, but this was what she called foreplay. She clicked the shutter and clenched even tighter as a trickle of moisture escaped from her sex. Nabiki liked fucking, hell, she loved it. But, as much as she enjoyed the feel of a big cock filling her up her first love would always be taking pictures of a certain type. Maybe they would never leave the basement, but the thought of what some people would give for the picture she had just taken was enough to almost make her orgasm all by itself.

The game was simple. No one was in the mood to build things up, and take it slowly, except maybe Ryochan. Two girls who had fallen for the old Model scam had found themselves in the power of a pair of pornographers. Ryochan had put up a fight until they’d threatened Kasumi if she didn’t surrender herself. Now the helpless girls were to pay the price for their naivete.

Nabiki and Ranma had crossed Kasumi and Ryochan’s arms behind their backs, using twenty feet or so of soft cotton rope to fasten their forearms together, pulling their shoulders back and thrusting their breasts forward. The two girls had then been bent over the back of the old overstuffed couch, one at each end, about four feet apart. Kasumi’s right ankle had been tied to Ryochan’s left ankle while the opposite leg on each girl had been tied to a staple Ranma had driven into the floor about two feet out from the end of the couch. That left them with their feet about four feet apart. A make shift spreader bar had also been secured to Ryochan’s legs, across the back of her knees making doubly sure she could not close them. This left both girl’s fully exposed. Both their cunts and rectums were clearly visible offering a buffet of choices for a horny male, or female.

On Kasumi’s left butt cheek, done in neat Kanji by Nabiki, was the word, ‘Good’ On Ryochan’s left cheek was written the word, ‘Bad’ Each girl had the word ‘Girl’ written on the other cheek.

Ranma-kun was standing naked between the two bound beauties, his bare butt framed on either side by their’s. His tight muscular ass a contrast to their feminine curves. Even Ryochan’s hard body looked soft beside the sculpted shape of Ranma’s perfect rear. Ranma’s legs were spread as well, each foot planted directly under the two girls exposed cunts. Nabiki zoomed in and took a few quick shots. With the zoom function she could just make out the hint of Ranma’s ball sack between his legs.

Ranma’s hands were between the girl’s legs, his fingers working on their sexes. “Move your hand!” Nabiki ordered in artistic fervor, and Ranma did so, sliding his wet fingers up the flank of each girl and exposing their parted lower lips to Nabiki’s camera. Their inner pink flesh was easily seen as was the moisture that dewed their portals. From this angle Ryochan’s fine blond thatch was almost invisible unless the light hit it just right. Kasumi also looked bare as the day she’d been born, but that had been accomplished by a razor, not due to nature.

Nabiki zoomed in on each girl one at a time and then drew back to catch all three of them in her view finder. “Ok,” she said to Ranma and he slid a hand back between Kasumi’s thighs, but not Ryochan’s. Instead he lifted that hand and delivered a stinging swat to her hindquarters that made her rump bounce from the force. When Ranma lifted his hand their was a visible hand print on Ryochan’s left butt cheek. The blonde jerked, and a muffled cry came from her.

“Leave her alone, please.” Kasumi pleaded. “Please don’t do this to us.”

“Quite, bitch,” Ranma ordered, thrusting a finger deep into Kasumi’s twat. “You need to pay the stupid tax for being idiots enough to fall for our story. As for you’re friend. She owes extra for making me work up a sweat instead of being sort of smart like you and surrendering.”

“You promised not to hurt us if I did,” Kasumi said, and then gasped as Ranma added another finger to the one that was already pumping in and out of her.

“See, like I said. You owe a tax for being stupid enough to believe me. Once I break you two in, I’ll get a real nice price for you from some friends of mine.”

Showing amazing control Ranma continued to finger Kasumi while spanking Ryochan with strong steady blow. When Ryochan’s ass was a uniform red, and Kasumi had let out a little scream and clenched her ass cheeks in orgasm. Ranma moved his right hand back down and started to finger Ryochan. He kept his fingers working on Kasumi as well, and brought her to another orgasm.

“Damn, we got a real slut here, Nabiki. A real natural talent. She should bring a hell of a price.”

“Could be, could be. A few candid shots won’t hurt either,” Nabiki said as she moved around the couch and snapped a picture of Kasumi’s face, looking vulnerable and soft with the pleasure that she was feeling. She moved her focus to Ryochan and could see from the girl’s strained appearance that she was approaching an orgasm. Just then Nabiki heard a loud slap and saw Ryochan’s body jolt while her face twisted into the agony of pleasure denied. Nabiki snapped the shot.

Kasumi’s mouth was free, and loud cries of delight escaped her mouth, as well as loud gasps and little squeaks of pleasure each time Ranma brought her off. Ryochan on the other hand was gagged with one of her bandannas, the cloth tied tightly and pressing deep into the side of her mouth. It was not visible but Nabiki knew that there was a solid wad of wet paper inside Ryochan’s mouth, the remains of the letter the girl had written to the L3s. In the game it had been the advertising brochure the girl’s had answered.

Nabiki kept her focus on Ryochan’s face, clicking pictures as she moved to almost bliss to grimacing as her sore bottom protested its treatment. The twisted expression changed to one of relief and longing and signaled that Ranma had once more moved his fingers downward to stroke and fondle Ryochan’s golden pussy.

Nabiki stood up and clicked a picture of Ranma’s stiff cock, jutting out from his groin and laying on the top of the couch it full impressive length on display. Nabiki gave a small smile as she remembered Kasumi’s expression when she’s gotten her first look at it. A mix of desire and trepidation. Nabiki’s guy side was fairly well hung, but she acknowledged that both Ryouga and Ranma made him look like a little boy.

Stepping backward Nabiki took several shots as the two girls on either side of Ranma came into view. Soon she had all three centered in her focus. And was able to get all three faces in the picture. Ranma’s focused determined expression, Kasumi’s look of reluctant pleasure, and Ryochan’s anguished countenance as Ranma once again denied her release and started spanking her sore bottom.

Nabiki could almost have felt sorry for her, if she had not felt Ryouga heavy hand on her own butt, and seen it applied with enthusiasm to Ranma-chan’s. The only real regret she had over the scenario was that Kasumi was not getting her butt smacked along with Ryochan. But that would have spoiled the composition of contrasts she had set up. Nabiki vowed that sometime in the near future she’d make up for that by coming up with a game that would let her tan her big sister’s ass till she couldn’t sit.

Nabiki moved around the couch, catching pictures from different angles till she was once again behind the group. Kasumi and Ryochan’s thighs were both slick with juices, but where Ryochan’s ass was clenching and unclenching in a furious effort to drive herself to orgasm, Kasumi’s was slumped almost bonelessly from an excess of pleasure.

Nabiki moved in and dropped to her knees behind Kasumi, shooting upward to catch Ranma’s fingers slipping into her tight entrance. Slipping to the side she got a shot of Ranma’s balls and the bottom of his shaft. Another shot caught Ranma pulling his fingers from Ryochan’s twat and starting to spank her. Ryochan’s cunt clenched, and opened, clenched and opened, as her ass flinched from Ranma’s spanking. With a still camera Nabiki was not really able to capture it, but she did manage to get a before and after shot of the action. She promised herself that she’d pick up a new digital camcorder just as soon as possible.

Nabiki took her last shot and reached for a new flash card and realized she was not wearing anything, including her pants with the little pockets in the waist band for film cards. Nabiki felt like Ryochan, denied pleasure at the moment of orgasm. She had to get more cards! Get more pictures! She stood and turned, but before she could take a step Ranma’s hands circled her waist, picked her up off the floor and laid her on top of Kasumi so that her legs dangled above the floor and her breasts squashed against her sister’s back.

Nabiki first response was “No!” But a second later, as she felt the head of Ranma cock touch her highly sensitized nerve endings, she gasped out, “Yes!”

Ranma’s legs pushed at Nabiki’s forcing them apart, and she gasped as he slid fully into her wetness. Even after all the time’s she’d accommodated his cock it still stretched her to what felt like the bursting point. She orgasmed before he was fully in, and did so again on the third thrust that settled his balls up against the top of her cunt, his pubic hair tickling her clit.

Having conquered Nabiki’s flesh Ranma pulled himself all the way out of her, leaving her feeling hollow. A second later, Kasumi’s head lifted so quickly it almost smacked Nabiki in the face. Her big sister let out a gasp of shock as she exclaimed, “OH MY!” in a very stressed voice. Nabiki could feel Kasumi trembling under her as she got her first sample of the pussy stretching Ranma’s cock could cause.

Nabiki was still dazed by her sudden orgasm and it took her a moment to focus. But, when she did, she thrust backward with her hips, jamming her bottom into Ranma’s belly, and knocking him back out of Kasumi. “Get off me, Saotome,” she demanded in a voice that brooked no objection.

Ranma knew Nabiki well enough by this point to know she was serious even if she hadn’t used her safe word. For a second the idea of playing dumb crossed his mind. It would be easy enough to force her back down and alternate between her and her sister. Nabiki had a bad habit of playing the wallflower. Ranma got that watching was her thing. He also knew that while she might protest, she enjoyed being dragged into the action. However, he also understood how important it was to Nabiki to record Kasumi’s first session as a member of the group, so he gave in and stepped back to let Nabiki get out from between him and Kasumi.

Kasumi gave a little moan of distress as she hunched herself backward in an effort to catch Ranma’s cock with her needy pussy. Sympathetic to her needs Ranma took hold of his shaft in one hand and ran the tip of his cock up and down Kasumi’s dripping slit, playing for time while Nabiki got a new film card. He also returned to fingering Ryochan, bringing her to a near boil once more.

Less than fifteen seconds later Nabiki was back with a freshly loaded camera. Ducking down, she pointed the lens at where the glistening head of Ranma’s cock was rubbing up and down between Kasumi’s labia. “Ok, now you can nail the bitch,” she told Ranma. “Show her the prize she’s won by answering our ad.”

“No, I’m a virggggggggaahhhhhhhh,” Kasumi’s protest changed to a wail as Ranma surged forward and shoved six inches of thick cock into her body. Nabiki recorded every inch. She focused in on Kasumi’s distended cunt packed full of cock while her free hand was busy between her legs stroking herself furiously while she recorded Kasumi’s first taste of Saotome cock for posterity.

“And pop goes the cherry,” Ranma gloated as he shoved against Kasumi’s ass and pulled himself almost all the way out, before thrusting forward again, sinking another two inches deeper.

Kasumi arched her back and let out a moan as she felt herself being stretched open past anything she’d experienced since she hung up her magical girl uniform. None of the various men she’s convinced to play games with her came anywhere close. She felt like she was about to rip open. Ranma thrust against her, and she felt him push past her cervix. A spike of pain shuddered through her body, accompanied by an explosion of pleasure. “What are you doing to me?” Kasumi cried out. “You’re going to rip me open. You’re too big. I can’t take it.” Inside, she was yelling, Yes! Rape me. Shove that big thick prick up to the my tonsils.

Ranma gave one last shove, and his balls swung forward to slap against the top of Kasumi’s cunt. “You just did bitch. Every single inch,” he taunted her.

“And in a few minutes, once I upload these to our web page, a thousand weedy geeks will be stroking their cocks imagining they are doing the exact same thing to you. You’re going to be famous, slut.”

“No, no, no, nooooooooo, I can’t stand it. I’m going to, to, to, ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!” Kasumi’s body writhed and twisted on top of the couch’s back as a huge orgasm overwhelmed her. Her internal muscles clenched around Ranma’s cock, milking him and he let go his own self control and blasted a huge load of sperm straight into her womb.”

“Hope you’re on the pill, slut, or you’re going to be blowing up like a balloon with my kid,” Ranma gasped as he slumped forward over Kasumi, his cock slowly softening as small shudders continued to cause Kasumi’s body to convulse around his imbedded dick. He was gasping for air and happy as could be that they had gained another fun playmate.

Ranma’s happiness only lasted till they untied the girls, and Ryochan let him know how she felt about being neglected.

“You’re horrid!” Ryochan sniffed, tears decorating her face. She’d been released from her bondage and had immediately punched Ranma in the gut before breaking into tears. Ranma, once he got his breath back, could only gawp at her in shock. Guilt was written across his face, but it was clear that he didn’t understand what was going on, or what to do about it.

“Go to her,” Kasumi said softly, giving him a push in the middle of the back. Her voice carried tones of dreamy satisfaction, but underneath was sympathy and understanding.

Ranma was clearly reluctant to get too close to the volatile blonde, but he obeyed Kasumi. Holding a hand over his stomach he carefully sat down a foot or so away from her and started to say. “I’m sorry.” but, before he got past I’m, Ryochan gave a wail and latched onto his neck, cutting off his air supply. “I’m sorry I wrote that stupid letter. Forgive me!”

Ranma’s hands waved in the air, and then slowly his arms circled her and he nervously patted her on the back. “Sure, I forgive you. And I’m sorry I was so rough on you,” he said.

Ryochan pulled her face away from where she’d been soaking his shoulders and looked at him, giving a little hick-up sob she asked. “Really?”

Ranma forced Ryochan’s arms to relax a bit with his own and said. “Really, really.” Not sure if it was the right thing to do, he lifted Ryochan and sat her in his lap, simply holding her as she held him and stroking her back. His face still looked stricken and guilt ridden, however.

Nabiki took a picture, and whispered to Kasumi as she lowered her camera. “Now that’s a keeper.” She then gave a surprised cry of shock as Kasumi goosed her.

“Why don’t we go look for some lotion for Ryochan’s bottom,” Kasumi said. “Your’s too.”

Instinctive stubbornness at being led by the nose caused Nabiki to snark, “I’m don’t need any.”

Kasumi gave her a placid look, and said. “That could change.”

If Nabiki had possessed a tail, it would have tucked between her legs. “Right, let’s go get that lotion,” she said as she hastily exited the room in front of Kasumi.

BR: I’m not likely to post anything I’ve already posted somewhere else here. If I start to revise or continue those stories I will.
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