Mousse\'s Revenge

“Where do you think you're going?” he asked with a smirk when a blushing Shampoo finally dared to extract herself from his arms. She still felt exposed, but faintly aroused, as he had been teasing her already sensitive nipples while he fondled her. Her nipples were tingling and her clit throbbed; a feeling previously unknown to the newly fallen virgin.

“Shampoo go her bedroom” she said with as much dignity as possible. She retrieved her towel and with a decisive movement, wrapped it around herself. She almost sighed with relief to be covered up again and walking away from Mousse’s probing hands and eyes.

“Good, I’ll help you move my stuff into your room then” he said falling into step beside her.

“What?” she demanded.

“Your room’s bigger, so it stands to reason that I should move in there with you until after the wedding. When we shall be then returning to the village” he said, as if he had the right.

“Mousse not sleep with me!” she demanded. “At least until not after married” she said with a blush.

He looked at her as if she was a wee tad slow “According to Amazon law, we’re already married and as result, I claim martial rites with you. As you know, married couples are encouraged to sleep together in hopes of starting a family right away. The ceremony itself is largely just for show to proclaim that our families and houses are joined. Where you sleep; I sleep” he finished with a smirk.

Shampoo thought about the procreation part and what sleeping beside him would ultimately lead to. She blanched at the thought of giving birth to his blind babies. “But Shampoo no like sex, it hurt!” she protested. “Shampoo help Mousse find wife who like sex” she suggested helpfully.

He pulled her back against his front and splayed his hand comfortably on her belly “it only hurts like that the first time; we’ll be gentle the next few times until your pussy is fully healed. We’ll be making love all night long in no time” he whispered into her ear. She shivered at his words and the feeling of his hair brushing against her cheek. “Besides, you really seemed to enjoy the feeling of me inside you last night” he said caressing her cheek. “I’ve certainly never made a woman cum that hard before during her first time” he whispered. Shampoo wasn’t sure what was wrong with her; she could feel his body heat through her towel and felt his hardness against her ass. Part of her wanted to lean back against him and feel him move his hands on her body again. Yet, all he did was caress her cheek and belly.

Blushing, she pulled away from him “I thought Mousse was Ranma, you trick me, only reason why Shampoo enjoy it. Mousse dirty, dirty man. Yes Shampoo give you her body as arrangement, but she hate you! She never give you heart” she spat.

Mousse smirked after her, she was just as passionate as he had suspected. He had read the signs well enough: when she rubbed herself against Ranma, her nipples got erect and her colour high, he could hear her touching herself in the night, trying to assuage her craving for Ranma’s hard cock. But Ranma himself would probably never give that to her. He was an inexperienced virgin himself, who had probably never had the opportunity to even learn about sex. Mousse thought about how she had reacted just now. She had started becoming aroused just at the feeling of her body against his own, and that was through his clothes!

Shampoo gulped as Mousse came into her room that night; she had purposely worn her baggiest pajamas with her ugliest bra and panties underneath. She had retired early and was determined to be asleep when he came in for the night. She parted her eyes just enough to see him when he came in and took off his robe; she blushed when she noticed that he was naked. She couldn’t stop staring at him, she had never really seen a naked man this close before. His cock seemed huge. Had that really fit inside her? Then she remembered herself moaning like a bitch in heat and blushed again.

She gasped when he simply pulled the blanket down and started removing her pajamas. Her hands flew the buttons of her top to still his own but he simply brushed them aside and resumed undoing her buttons like he had the right. “Mousse stop” she cried.

“Why? I thought you agreed that I can do whatever I want to your body? Isn’t that the arrangement?” he said and impatiently spread her top open, only to be frustrated by her bra. He glared at the offending garment, which was practically grey from being washed so much and quite shapeless. “I see you went all out to look sexy for your wedding night?” he said coldly and feeling rather offended, he ripped it off. He knew all of her underwear by heart, he did the laundry for her; she wore much sexier garments normally for Ranma that he had never seen.

Shampoo gasped when he ripped her bra from her and covered herself with her hands. Caring nothing for her modesty, he simply took her pants down and concentrated on removing those from her. “Well, nice to see that your panties match your bra” Mousse said drily and ripped those off too. She gasped and tried to cover herself by draping one arm across her breasts and using her other hand to cover her pubic area. “You might as well take the rest off” he commented, indicating to her pajama top, which was already open. “Or shall I rip it off?” he threatened causally.

With her face flaming and her hands trembling, Shampoo dropped her arms, knowing that it was useless to try to screen her body from this monster. She had made a deal with the devil and he would demand payment in kind. She quickly removed the top and glared at her former friend, as if challenging him to do his worst.

He didn’t leave her long in suspense, he leaned over and kissed her; she refused to kiss him back. He leaned back and smirked at her then and then lightly ran his hands down her torso, so softly that all she could feel was his warmth barely grazing her breasts and belly; giving her goose bumps. Then he lowered his head to her breasts and gently sucked one into his warm mouth and curled his tongue lazily against the hardened point. Then he lightly blew on it; she shivered at the rush of cool air. He dipped his head and did the same to the other one. Shampoo tried to suppress the pleasurable sensation, but it felt so good for her nipples to be played with! She couldn’t repress a moan when his fingers joined in with gentle pinches to the already swollen buds. He alternated between tongue and fingers, keeping her aroused. He smiled when he though about where he was going to taste her next. He prided himself on his oral technique. If there was a martial arts form out there that specialized in it, he would be the grandmaster.

With his fingers still strumming her nipples, he decided to test how hot she was getting. She was already writhing into his touches. He leaned over and just brushed her lips with his own, and then pulled back. He was rewarded by her leaning forward to latch her lips onto his; she was lightly panting. She ravished his tongue with her own when he slipped it into her mouth. She was already so wanton and he had hardly begun!

Shampoo tried to block the feelings of lust rising in her. Whenever he touched her, it was like a spark of electricity shot straight through to her groin; her pussy was aching with need. As if sensing her thoughts, his kisses started grazing down her taunt belly. She blushed when he his hands roamed with ever growing heat over her sleek flesh and soft skin. She inadvertently parted her thighs for him, moaning as his fingers parted the petals of her sex, slipping over the softness of her plump lips and pushing between.

Folds of moist flesh met his fingers, a stiff little nubbin of flesh that throbbed under his circling digits, making her cry out; he smirked as she surrendered her body to the pleasure he was creating in her. Her head lolled back helplessly as he frigged her soft, tender flesh.

Wanting to taste her, he lowered his head to tantalize her pearl which peeked shyly into view, drawn from its cowl by her desire. Lovingly he worshipped it, drawing gasp after gasp from Shampoo, who had become a slave to her own passions. He watched her petals bloom for him, opening to feed his thirst for her. He drove his tongue into her heated core again and again, to taste the nectar that flowed from her the elixir of life itself. Working her delicately, keeping her just skirting the edge of release. Her moans were low and greedy, she could feel her body coiling like a snake radiating from her clit itself, the tension was almost unbearable and caused her body to shake. “Please stop, is too much” she begged; a powerful orgasm had her in its grip and she felt like she would lose her sanity with its release. “Shhhhh, just let it go” he said soothingly. Sensing her need, he pushed his fingers into her throbbing pussy and began pumping them in pale imitation of his cock, each fingertip striking the sweet bundle of nerves within. Until she came with a shout and sat bolt upright, as if in surprise, as her climax roared through her with the intensity of a tsunami. He watched her orgasm play over her features, causing her to screw her eyes shut and colour to rise in her face. She opened her eyes to stare into his amused ones. She blushed that he had witnessed her body’s betrayal of her.

“I thought that you didn’t like sex?” he taunted and again began working the fingers still imbedded within her, causing her to gasp.

She looked confused, when he positioned her on her hands and knees “What you do? Shampoo already let you play with her body!” she protested.

“Yes, but you got to cum, so now it’s my turn. You have no idea about the number of cases of blue balls that you have caused me in the past with your cockteasing way. Never again, my dear. I want to take you doggy style, I have long dreamed of fucking you in this position” He said as he placed one hand on her breast and another on her ass to guide himself in. He sighed as he placed the head of his cock against her soft lips; he could feel her heat and it intoxicated him. He wasted no time and drove himself forward into her, happily groaning aloud to be sheathed once again in her molten hot core.

Shampoo gasped in outrage at the base position that he had forced her to take and went to move, only to be smacked hard on her ass. “Don’t move”, he said sharply and took a hold of her hair, forcing her head back. He rode in and out of her, Shampoo moaned when the sensation swept her away. But she shouldn’t enjoy being fucked like a bitch! She was an Amazon warrior, not a cock hungry whore! Then his finger started strumming her clit and she came with a sharp gasp. “Like this, my little slave?” he whispered with a smile in his voice and fucked her faster, causing her to whimper at the driving pleasure. With a sharp cry, she came violently onto his cock, while he painted her throbbing sheath stark white with his own cum.

Feeling relaxed after cumming, he draped himself over her body and caressed her panting back. Idly he slid his hands down her waist to cup her buttocks. Shampoo gasped as he pressed them apart and ran a finger down her crack until he reached the shy starfish of her anus. He pressed against the sweet rosebud inquisitively, causing it open slightly under the pressure. Shampoo lunged forward to prevent it, but foreseeing this; he caught her around the waist and held her in place. “Stay!” he ordered “I love your tight pussy, but I wonder what it’s going to feel like when I put my cock in here?” he said cruelly.

Her face flamed red and she thought she must be hearing things, surely her friend wouldn’t...... “No, Shampoo been good girl, do as Mousse say. Let have body; you not need punish!” she begged, horror robbing her of her dignity.

He turned her to face him, noting that her eyes were wide with terror. “This isn’t about punishment; you agreed to let me do anything I want to your body. Well, I’m going to teach you to give head, as I like that a lot, I want to tittie fuck you and plan to do that real soon and I want to bugger you. Women have three holes and I intend to use them all as I see fit, got it?”

Shampoo gulped and nodded her head, comprehension about what her married life was going to be like finally dawning on her.

“Don’t look so scared, I intend to make sure that you receive just as much pleasure as you give, if not more” he soothed “So aren’t you curious about me not being a virgin? I’m sure you always believed I was one. After all, who would want to have sex with a four eyed stupid duck boy?” he said facetiously.

Shampoo, wanting to distract him in case he decided to ravish her again, nodded. She shuddered slightly as he started toying with her body possessively, in a distracted sort of a way as he spoke. “When I was thirteen I had an older woman seduce me, her husband had died and she was horny and frustrated. What people didn’t know was that she had become a geisha girl when she had moved to Japan and she had been educated in the arts of love in their private schools. She knew all their secrets and taught them to me. She taught me staying power, so that I can last all night if I want. She taught me how to orally pleasure a woman and would make me please her for hours. Those are just a few examples of what I learned. You shall receive the benefits of my education; consider it my gift to you. That and my ‘hugely endowed cock’ as she proclaimed it to be.” he said and moved so that his still rock-hard cock was rubbing against her bare, well fucked pussy.

Shampoo moaned aloud to feel him rubbing against her clitoris “Please no more, Shampoo sore” she protested, but could feel her traitorous body moving against his hot hardness and could feel herself getting moist from the pressure. She bit her lip as she felt him drive himself inside her again, filling her completely.

He smirked at her in amusement, as he saw the uncertainty in her eyes being replaced with raw desire and at how she arched herself and moaned when he thrust himself inside her with one quick stab “Are you sure you want me to stop?” he asked as he stroked himself inside her at tantalizingly slow, but deep pace. He was rewarded with her arms and legs lashing around him and holding him tightly to her trembling body.

Shampoo tried to fight off the oncoming orgasm but it didn’t work “No, please don’t stop” she begged and spiraled into her first multiple orgasm, losing all control for the first time in her life. She surrendered completely and held onto him like a lifeline as she shattered again and again, begging for him to fuck her raw. He happily complied until she passed out in his arms; her body unused to experiencing the heights of pleasure that he had driven it to. Mousse started to pound harshly into her unconcious body until he achieved his own ill gotten release, then pulled out of her abruptly, stood up and looked at her. He smiled in satisfaction that she looked well fucked again. He never tired of seeing her like this, the unobtainable goddess yanked from her pedestal and soiled by his all too human filth. Seeing her body sex ravaged, disheveled and leaking his sperm from her swollen orifices made him happy. He suffered many indignities at her hands and now she would suffer at his.

He especially loved that her great-grandmother had to hear every moan, gasp and scream of pleasure that he wrung from her body against her will. Her great-grandmother who had always told Shampoo that Mousse wasn’t good enough for her, must be suffering mightily to know that it was him driving her proud body to unwanted bliss. In a way it was like he was getting revenge on both of them for their snobbery. He vowed to fuck Shampoo many times before they returned to the village for the wedding, for every heated sound of pleasure and every orgasm that she suffered at his hands insulted their honour as Amazon warriors.