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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in Ranma 1/2 or the series itself and will not be making any money from this fanfiction

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Nabiki sat on the big worn, but comfy, coach in Ryouga’s basement, trying to pretend it was her bed at home. It wasn’t easy, her make-believe muscles were seriously atrophied. She hadn’t played like this since she’d been seven. Of course back then the games were not quite so ‘adult’. More along the lines of House, with the most daring thing Mommy and Daddy did was serve tea and read the paper.

And then there was the other problem. She was finding it impossible to stop thinking about the end result of this game, and it hadn’t even started yet. Her stomach was churning with anxiety, and more than a little lust, if she was honest with herself. This was one of her favorite masturbation fantasies after all. Only when she was still a virgin when those ended. That would not be the case this time. Unless she backed out. For a moment she contemplated that option, and for the tenth time, ruled it out.

To try and calm herself, she started leafing through the props that Ryouga had given her before he retired to the far corner with one of Nabiki’s digital camera’s. He wasn’t going to be playing with her and Ranma, this time. He’d only be recording it. The idea that he’d be taking pictures of her getting her cherry popped should have been a turnoff. Instead it was adding to her excitement.

Nabiki forced herself to focus on the handful of photos in her hand. They were of Ranma-chan, she was at a beach, a private or isolated one it seemed, as there were no other people in the background. Nabiki smirked a bit at the red-head’s outfit. Rather than the one piece Ranma always wore on the Tendo’s visits to the beach, she was wearing a thong bikini that just barely met the classification of clothing. A tiny triangle covered her privates, which must have been shaved bare as even a single strand of hair would have been seen otherwise so skimpy was the thing. Two even tinier triangles made up the top, and were just large enough to cover her nipples.

As Nabiki leafed through the pictures, Ranma adopted various cheesecake poses. Some of which showed that the thong bottom favored the dental floss style of support, her ass was fully exposed, and she seemed to delight in wigging it at the camera man. Nabiki smiled as she imagined how Ryouga, it had to be him, was reacting to this. The next picture gave a clue, as it was a bit blurred, and showed Ranma running, her head turned back toward the camera, and her tongue sticking out.

Nabiki’s eyes widened as she turned to the next photo. Ranma, pegged out spread eagle on the beach, her ankles and wrists tied to pegs driven into the sand. She was still dressed in her thong, but in the next picture the top was gone, and her nipples and breasts glistened, as if someone had been sucking and licking them.

Nabiki hastily shuffled to the next picture and felt her guts clench as she took in the image of a fully nude Ranma-chan. She’s been right about her having shaved. The girl’s pubic mound was as bare as a babies bottom. From the way the muscles in her arms and legs were standing out it was clear she was pulling with all her strength at her bonds and she was gazing directly at the camera with a look that might have been taken for terror if you were not as skillful at reading body language as Nabiki. That was pure lust in those eyes. The engorged appearance of her vagina led credence to that observation.

The next picture showed the lips of Ranma’s sex spread revealing her glistening inner pink flesh. Like her breasts before her cunt showed evidence of being well licked, and from the glazed look in Ranma’s eyes, with real talent. Nabiki’s own twat clenched as she squeezed her thighs together. Her stomach was ball of anticipatory tension as she flipped to the next image. “Oh, yeah,” she said in a voice strained with lust as she took in the final image of the set. Ranma’s cunt showed evidence that it had just been vacated by a large cock just seconds before the picture was taken. It was well distended and leaking a large amount of jism. A classic creampie shot if there ever was one. There were extra droplets of pearly liquid decorating her belly the and bottom of her breasts showing that her partner had gone for the money shot. Too bad he hadn’t captured that on camera.

Nabiki suddenly realized that such shots would be possible now, with three people playing. She imagined herself recording every moment of Ranma being ravaged by the hugely hung Ryouga. The thought made her girl cream flow even harder than it had been. Nabiki was on the verge of slipping her hands down the front of her shorts and to hell with Ryouga standing only a few feet away with a camera when a voice snapped out. “Give me those picturers,” Nabiki!” Ranma growled.

Nabiki had gotten so intrigued by her props, that she’d let the world fade away. She hadn’t even been aware Ranma had returned until he had spoken. She now snapped back to the real world in a flash, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and excitement. Ranma was standing a few steps away, dressed in his typical red-shirt and black pants. He had his hand extended, waiting for Nabiki to hand him the pictures. The calculating part of her had to wonder if he had waited till she’d as aroused as she was. She then gave her self a mental slap up side the head. Of course he had. She had to stop thinking of Ranma as a clueless idiot who could only think with his fist. She’d seen plenty of evidence today that he had a vivid and very active imagination. If Ranma had really been bothered by her looking at those pictures he could have snatched them away easily.

Wound up as she was and anticipating where the game was going to go Nabiki found it easy to slip into her role. It was one she’d played in her mind often enough after all. Pulling her top away, she slipped the photos down her front, and smirked at Ranma. “Come and get them,” she taunted.

Ranma’s expression turned stern. “If you say so,” he said. A second later, he was in Nabiki’s face, his hand shoving down the front of her top. In real life, the photos would have been gone, but here Ranma paused long enough for Nabiki to reach up and catch his wrist.. “My, my, what would Akane say if she heard about this?” Nabiki said, but the slightly breathy way she talked showed her to be far less matter of fact than she pretended. “Molesting her sister like this. In her own bedroom, no less.”

In the real world that comment would have made Ranma pull back his hand as if he’d touched a stove, but not here. Nabiki couldn’t keep from gasping as Ranma’s hand cupped a breast through her bra and squeezed lightly. He leaned in till he could whisper in her ear. “In that case, I might as well be hung for a wolf as a sheep.” He said as he slipped a hand inside the cup.

Nabiki could feel Ranma’s rough hand on her smooth skin as he slowly kneaded her sensitive breast while at the same time pushing back against her chest, making her shift to the side and slip down onto the couch. It was done so smoothly that Nabiki found herself laying on her back with Ranma looming overtop of her his legs between hers. In a distracted way, she took note that the pictures had slipped down to her belly and were plastered against her sweaty skin. Ranma noticed, and his free hand shoved up her shirt, and extracted the photos, carefully setting them down on the floor beside the couch before turning his attention back to Nabiki.

“You got the pictures, if you start running now, maybe you’ll live,” Nabiki said, her voice a bit strained. It was amazing. She mind knew it was make believe, she knew that if she said the right ‘safe’ word, Ranma would let her go in an instant, but, her body didn’t seem to realize it. Her stomach felt molten and the wet warmth between her legs was increasing. She was very aware of the larger boy’s body as Ranma loomed overtop of her, and of the fact that his clothed covered crotch was hovering directly over her middle, a large bulge plainly in his pants.

“Maybe I’ll make a memory for the road,” Ranma said as he pulled his hand out of her shirt and lowered his body, pinning her to the couch. He caught her hair in his hand and pressed his mouth against her’s in a rough kiss.

Nabiki’s heart was beating fast and hard, she shoved against Ranma’s shoulders with both hands. He might as well have been a boulder for all the good it did her. His mouth continued to ravage hers, his tongue forcing between her lips and dueling with her own tongue. She tried to bite, but he darted his tongue back and nipped her upper lip in retaliation. Not hard, just a warning. When he returned his tongue to her mouth, she didn’t try and bite, and the hands that had been shoving against his shoulders instead slid up and around his neck as she began to return his kiss.

Nabiki’s heart was hammering as she returned Ranma’s kiss. His strength was frightening, she’d always known he was powerful, but to come into conflict with that power, and to truly realize how helpless she was against it was very different. The thrill of fear that awareness sent through her did not cool her ardor, however, instead it aroused her like nothing ever had before. She’d always thought that she was a dominant. It was startling to realize how turned on this situation was making her. Maybe the fact that she was still a virgin had less to do with her own will power and more to do with the boys she’d dated not having the balls to push the issue.

Ranma’s free hand inched up under Nabiki’s shirt, and just as Ryouga had done earlier forced her bra back and off her breasts, leaving her soft globes assessable for him to grasp and fondle. Nabiki gasped into Ranma’s mouth as his skilled fingers seemed to find just the right places and just the right pressure to use. Which only made sense, he had a set of his own just a dash of cold water away. The wonder would have been if Mr quick study Saotome didn’t know his way around a pair of tits. Or the rest of a girl’s body for that matter.

Ranma released Nabiki’s hair, and rolled slightly so she was pressed into the junction of the couch between back and bottom. The big overstuffed cushions cradled her body, but also trapped her in the valley they formed. Ranma’s now free hand slid down her back and into the top of her shorts, cupping her ass as they continued to kiss. He pulled her hard against him and she could feel his erection grinding into her crotch through two layers of clothes. She squirmed against him, an empty ache in her middle indicating that her body was, oh so, ready for him. Pulling her face away from his, Nabiki gasped out. “Fuck me!”

“And won’t Akane love to hear about that,” Ranma mocked.

Nabiki’s mind a whirl, it took her several seconds to remember this was not just them necking and making out, they were playing a game. To hell with the game. She wanted to be fucked! “Akane can get her own man!” she said with fervor. “If she’s stupid enough to let you get away, she’s got no one to blame but herself.” Nabiki slipped a hand down Ranma’s stomach, thrilling at the solid feel of his belly. Feeling greatly daring she slipped a hand into the front of his pants. Her fingers seemed to burn with the heat of his flesh as she found what she was looking for and wrapped her hand around it, her fingers not quite making it. “That won’t fit!” she cried in reaction to this physical confirmation of how well hung he was.” Fear again sent her pulse racing, and again her cunt twitched as she anticipated its soon to be violation.

“You’ll be surprised what will fit where,” Ranma said in a voice rough with desire. The hand fondling her ass moved and she felt her waist band loosen as he withdrew it, and then a draft as his fingers undid the front and pulled down the zipper. The air washing over her suddenly exposed flesh felt freezing as Ranma shoved her shorts downward.

Despite her fears, Nabiki helped, lifting her ass slightly and moving her legs to ease the descent of the only barrier that stood between her and the thing in Ranma’s pants. Bending one leg, she slid it free. Not bothering with the other leg, she left her shorts hanging around one ankle and wrapped her legs around Ranma’s waist.

Ranma’s hand’s were pushing at his own pants, forcing them down far enough to let his member pop free. Like Nabiki, he was too hot and horny to waste time once he had enough room to do what he wanted. Also like her, he was no longer playing a game. He wanted inside her and nothing was going to keep that from happening.

With pants around legs Ranma again shifted their bodies so Nabiki was flat under him. The head of his cock seemed to find the target between her legs and he pushed. She was more than wet enough, but he was far too large to get in that easy. He could feel his shaft bend slightly as he increased the pressure. Frustrated, he reached between their bodies and spread her lips with his fingers allowing better access to her tunnel of love. Rocking his hips he worked his cock back and forth as Nabiki groaned in need and discomfort.

Not for a moment did Nabiki think about asking him to back off. Her legs tightened around his waist and she forced her hips upward. She let out a little scream as he finally popped past the entry to her body and he speared the first couple of inches of his cock into her virgin pussy, she cried out again, bitting his shoulder, as her hymen tore. She thanked god that she’d torn it mostly away over the last few months of rough masturbation. She hated to think how much it would have hurt if that little fold of flesh had been fully intact.

Ranma controlled himself, breathing hard and kissing the top of her head as he waited for her to adjust, and to keep from being unmanly and screaming with the force of her bite. After a bit, her teeth eased and he heard her breathing become more control. “Ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” Nabiki said in a strained voice., It feels good, but, slow . . .Please.”

“you got it,” he replied as he started to slowly pump his hips back and forth. While he wasn’t about to confess it to Nabiki. This was pretty much new to him as well. It was his first time fucking a girl where he was in total control. And boy, did it feel good. Nabiki’s inner walls were wrapped so tightly around his cock that he had to make a real effort to move inside her. But she was well lubricated and the oily liquid eased the passage and he moved deeper and deeper into her body.

Nabiki was lost in a sea of pleasure. The feeling of him inside her was wonderful. And not just the feeling of him moving in her, but the warmth and security of knowing that the powerful man thrusting into her cared. He could have simply shoved in and taken his pleasure, but he was trying to make this good for her as well. Nabiki knew from other girls how rare that was. And for a jock like Ranma, it was unheard of.

The pain between her legs didn’t go away, but it soon faded into inconsequence against the pleasure of feeling him slid deeper and deeper into her. His hands cupped her bottom while his head resting against the couch by her head kept his weight from crushing her. Her fantasy hadn’t begun to equal the reality. The pleasure of joining so closely with another person. Of feeling them inside you and around you at the same time.

Much to Nabiki’s amazement nearly all of Ranma’s cock was soon slipping in and out of her channel, his big balls swinging up against her ass with each inward thrust. Somehow he’d pulled her into a position where the top of his shaft stroked over her clit like a violin bow, and it was not long before she experienced the first of what turned out to be dozens of orgasms.

Nabiki lost all track of time. Her world shrank to only include her, Ranma, and the couch. He moved above her, and in her and it was good. Sweat coated her body, and her muscles were starting to ache from strain by the time she heard him gasp, and plunge deep into her one last time straining against her body. She felt him pulsing inside her body as he blasted his seed deep inside her, and she came again, crying out her pleasure and for once not caring that she sounded like a slut and not like a fully in control cool and collected power broker.

Over in the corner Ryouga snapped picture after picture. There were going to be lots of shots for their photo album, and with any luck, they’d be filling many more. And reservation’s he’d had about inviting the mercenary girl into their private little club had vanished in a sea of lust. He could hardly wait to get his hands, and other parts, on and in Nabiki. Whatever they played next would have to include him, or his balls would explode.
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