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For those that might be interested here is a link to the very first post in the thread that led to this story. Written by St Fan, who maintains the Ranma Lemon Archive, the biggest source of Ranma lemons on the web. There was a previous post by someone else, but this was really the one that started it all.

http://addventure.bast-enterprises.de/1297.html

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Nabiki hurried toward Ryouga’s house. Ranma has slipped her a note earlier. Actually, he’d slipped it down the front of her school blouse, too fast to be seen, grabbing a feel as he did. Her breast was still tingling from the brief touch. The important part, however, was that Ryouga was back in town, and after two weeks they could play again.

Ranma’s sense of honor was a real pain at times. There were lots of time she and he could have indulged in a quicky. But, Ranma had insisted that it would not be nice to play without Ryouga there as well. Not when he had no choice in the matter. If he’d just gone off on vacation or something that would have been one thing. But to deal him out of a play day simply because he’d gotten lost would be unfair. As Ranma had told Nabiki. “How would you feel if you had a sudden chance to take Kuno for a wad, and Ryouga and I went ahead and played without you?”

Nabiki had not yet truly adjusted to the fact that Ranma didn’t regard play sex the same as regular sex, and that he would never dream of indulging in the non-play type. All she knew was she was horny as hell. Having gotten her first taste of real sex, she had found a two week forced abstinence right after hard to deal with. Mind you, she’d welcomed the vacation from sex for the first couple of days. It had been at least three before she could sit down without her body reminding her of how big Ranma had been. But she’d been eager to go as soon as she recovered, only to have to wait, and stew, because Ryouga had decided to go for take out.

A short time later she was down in the basement, having used a key Ryouga had given her to let herself in. Ranma and Ryouga were not there yet and she sent up a silent prayer that Ryouga had not gotten himself lost again. She quickly changed out of her school outfit, and put on her old going to funerals outfit. A no-nonsense outfit that was a light brown in color with long sleeves and a skirt that hung past her knees. The dress was a few years old and had belonged to Kasumi before Nabiki, and then Akane before her younger sister had outgrown it in turn. When she’d first worn it had been too large and had hung like a sack. Now the dress, sized for an eleven year old girl, was too small on her and despite it’s old-maid styling it clung to her body highlighting her generous curves.

It had been in Kasumi’s charity bag in the laundry room, and as such disposable. Just the thing for fantasy play. She ran her hands down her sides, smoothing the fabric and examining herself in the mirror. “You’re a hot babe, Nabiki,” she told her image.

The sound of the door opening caused her to take a quick breath to still her heart and she hurried over to the old teacher’s desk in the corner. As she sat down and adjusted her skirt she could hear Ryouga and Ranma talking in character as they clumped down the stairs.

“This is fucking shit, man. I got better things to do than to listen to some dried up old lady lecture me.” Ryouga growled.

“She ain’t all that dried out,” Ranma answered. “There is some fine stuff under those ugly teacher clothes.”

Nabiki closed her eyes and took another deep breath and then did her best to drop into the character that she and Ranma had scripted out over the last week while they waited for Ryouga to come back. Ranma had assured her that Ryouga had already played his character several times before so would be able to jump right into the game without and effort.

Both boys came into sight, dressed in some second hand school uniforms Nabiki had procured. Their shirts were undone, their sleeves rolled up and their collars turned up. Ranma actually had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, though it was an unlit one. He’d likely scored it from one of her dad’s packs. Though given his devotion to getting into a role he might have gone and gotten a pack of his own.

Nabiki snapped a ruler down on her desk. “You will be silent. You are here because of your appalling conduct in class this week.” she pointed at the two desks in front of her own, and said. “Sit, and be quiet.”

“Jeez, you on the rag or something lady,” Ryouga snarled as he sat down at his desk and lifted his legs up to rest on the top.

“nah, she’s just frustrated,” Ranma said adopting a similar pose. “I bet she hasn’t had any cock in years.” He rubbed his groin with a hand while leering at Nabiki. “Maybe we should donate some. For charity, like. I could be our good deed of the day.”

Nabiki found herself flushing. The two of them were amazing the way they got into their roles, and they sucked her right in with them. She found herself reacting as if she really was a teacher. “You have a filthy mouth, Ranma. If you wish to continue attending this school, you will shut it,” she said in a frosty voice.

Ranma contemplated the ceiling, hands behind his head. Seconds ticked by, and Nabiki waited for him to comment. When it became obvious he was going to say nothing, she turned to the old cracked blackboard and picked up a piece of chalk, only to jump when something hit with stinging force against her ass. She turned in surprise to find Ranma and Ryouga in the same poses, and a chalk eraser laying on the floor. She felt her behind and her fingers came away covered in chalk dust. “How dare you,” She snapped out. Picking up a yard-stick from her desk, she shouted, “Who did this?”

Ryouga raised a negligent finger. “That would be me teach.”

Nabiki walked over to him stiff legged. “Hold out your hand,” she snapped. Ryouga smirked and did so. Despite Ranma telling her that she didn’t have to hold back she was not able to bring herself to swing the yard stick with any real force. She swung the ruler down striking Ryouga’s palm. He gave no reaction, only smirked some more. Nabiki found herself frustrated by his lack of reaction, and didn’t hold back with the next blow. Again no reaction. Again and again she slapped his palm, feeling frustrated that she could not get a single rise, cry, or any other reaction from him. At least until he closed his fingers over her ruler and held tight.

“Let go this instant!” Nabiki snapped, tugging at the ruler. Ryouga tugged back, pulling her hand and arm in past his body, while his other arm circled around her waist and pulled her around till she was sitting on his lap. She flushed as she felt his hard cock gouging into her ass through their clothes.

“Release me, this instant!” Nabiki yelled, struggling against what felt like a bar of steel. Two of them. One around her waist, one poking her ass.

“I’ll just go make sure the door is locked,” Ranma drawled getting to his feet in a leisurely fashion. “Most everyone had gone home, but it would be a shame to have the lesson interrupted.”

“What are you doing!’ Nabiki cried out as Ryouga released the ruler and let it clatter to the floor, and then used that hand to fumble under her long skirt.

“Seeing if Ranma is right, and you’re not all dried out,” he said. Their was a sound of fabric ripping as her skirt split along a seam and Nabiki gasped as Ryouga’s fingers found her cunt, his fingers shoving aside her panties to feel her up. “Well, how about that, nice and juicy,” Ryouga remarked, pulling his hand free and holding up his juice slicked fingers for her to examine. He wiped his fingers clean on her lips despite her efforts to avoid them. Her own juices tasted weird, but not unpleasant, in the back of her mind she couldn’t help but wonder what Ranma-chan would taste like. She had a feeling that sooner or later she’d find out. “So, you get hot beating young boys, teach? Or maybe it’s just that you really get off on teaching. How about you teach us how it feels to have our cocks sucked?” Ryouga asked.

“You can’t do this. This is rape!” Nabiki cried out, pushing against Ryouga’s muscular chest.

“nah,” Ranma said, returning. “This is just sex-education. You’re going to teach us all we need to know. Here’s the text book.” He held up a manga, opening it to a page where an older woman was on her knees blowing a boy wearing a school uniform. “Here’s the first lesson.”

“You’re insane!”

“Nah, just horny,” Ryouga said getting up off his chair, and casually lifting Nabiki into the air as he did so. She kicked out at him but he didn’t seem to even notice her feet hitting his legs. He did blink at least when she pounded on his face with her fists. For a moment she felt guilt, but then remembered once again that Ranma had told her that she didn’t have to worry about holding back. Both boys were high level fighters. If they got hurt it would be their fault not hers. Nabiki actually found it cathartic to let go and flail away with no need to act reserved or in control.

“That’s enough of this,” Ranma growled moving up behind her and catching her arms, pulling them behind her back as Ryouga released her and handed Ranma a bandanna he’d removed from his head. A shudder of sexual arousal shivered Nabiki’s body as she felt her hands being bound. She’d always been helpless against these two, but the binding of her hands seemed to put an exclamation point on the fact. Of course she knew that the two boys would stop in an instant if she indicated the situation was too intense. But that was the last thing she wanted. She wanted the thrill, and the payoff, the game offered.

Nabiki worked at forgetting that Ranma and Ryouga were no true threat to herself. Instead she tried her best to think like the teacher she was playing. She was alone with them. They could do anything they wanted to her. There was nothing she could do to keep them from using her in any manner they wished. Her nipples stiffened as blood engorged her breasts and she could feel liquid heat between her legs. Her legs were rubbery and she offered little resistance when Ranma forced her to her knees. He remained behind her, his hands on her shoulders as Ryouga made a production of unzipping his pants and lowering them.

“No, you can’t!” Nabiki protested as Ryouga’s cock sprang free and bobbed up and down an inch in front of her nose, making her cross her eyes to stare at it. She swallowed nervously. When she and Ranma had written this in the script she hadn’t really considered how large Ryouga’s manhood was. She was now confronted with that bit of forgetfulness and could not help wonder if her protest was a physical reality rather than a question of morals. Still, she’d taken Ranma in her vagina, even if she’d walked stiff for three days afterwards. Surely she could get Ryouga’s cock into her mouth.

“Sure we can!” Ryouga said roughly, grabbing her hair and pulling her forward.

“No!’ Nabiki shouted, just before her mouth was filled with the pulpy head of Ryouga’s big cock, stretching her jaws wide and putting to rest any question as to whether it would fit. It did, but only just, as her jaws ached slightly from being forced wider than they were accustomed to. The slight discomfort was overshadowed by the act itself. It was Nabiki’s first taste of a man, and she found the flavor salty and different from her own juices. But, like them, not as disgusting as she been half afraid it would be. Her tongue licked Ryouga’s dick tip as he forced himself deeper into her mouth, before pulling out and leaving just the swollen mushroom cap inside. The large soft tip felt huge inside her mouth filling it to the brim and causing her to produce a large amount of saliva that caused her to swallow hard. She felt Ryouga pulse against her tongue as she did so.

“Suck me, Bitch!” Ryouga ordered, tightening his hands in her hair and pumping her head back and forth a couple of inches at a time setting up a steady rhythm that soon had him moaning with delight. Spit collected around the junction of Nabiki’s lips and his dick and ran down to drip off her chin and onto her cloth covered breasts.

Nabiki had always had a bit of an oral fixation. She took comfort in having something in her mouth most of the time. Food, or even things like pencils. She knew some boys claimed she was a born cock-sucker, behind her back of course, but she’d never bought into that. Now, she wasn’t so sure. There was something satisfying about nursing on Ryouga’s cock. It was solid and warm and made her mouth water. The little drops of pre-cum were like the liquid center in a candy treat you got by sucking hard. She found herself actively trying to draw more juices from Ryouga, sucking on his cock like it was an extra fat soda straw.

“God she’s got a sweet mouth,” Ryouga cried out, just before pulling out and spraying sperm all over Nabiki’s face. She coughed a bit as some went up her nose, and her taste buds were flooded with the magnified taste of Ryouga’s maleness. She could feel his cum dripping off her face and her skin tightening as it dried. It made her feel abused, vulnerable and really turned on.

Nabiki didn’t have long to adjust to her new face cream. Ryouga stepped back and Ranma replaced him, shoving his cock into her mouth and pumping it in and out in short but hard strokes.

Nabiki got to make a closer inspection of Ranma’s dick than she had during their last encounter. Her eyes crossed as she watched the thick shaft, slick with her juices, move in and out of her mouth. The perspective made him seem even longer than she knew him to be. He tasted different from Ryouga. Slightly less musky. A gentler flavor in some ways. Mild as opposed to wild. She wondered if his curse might have something to do with it. The only way she could find out would be to suck off another cursed boy and see if he tasted different. And while the chances of her blowing Genma were non-existent she couldn’t help but think that Mouse was not a bad looking guy. If he could just lose that whole creepy stalker vibe.

Ranma made no effort to hold back. He’d been excited to start with, and watching Ryouga get blown, and then blowing his load, had done nothing to cool his ardor. He didn’t even last a minute before he pulled out and blasted his own share of sperm into Nabiki’s face.

Nabiki had a repeat of her earlier emotions with Ryouga. But, at the same time she felt safe and secure in the knowledge that it was all a game. She was starting to understand Ranma’s view. It was liberating to just let go, to trust her friends to catch her if she fell as it were. To not worry about the opinion of the outside world or her responsibilities or status. To simply exist in the here and now, for this minute

Nabiki’s philosophical contemplation was interrupted when Ryouga picked her up off the floor and shoved her belly down over one of the student desks. Her breasts, still covered by her tattered dress, squashed against the scarred wooden top. Giving evidence of frequent practice, Ryouga bound her hands and ankles to the legs of the desk in a shockingly short length of time. Before she’d even had time to register her situation she was helpless to do anything about it.

Time for the next lesson, Teach!” Ryouga growled. He took hold of her skirt in both hands and ripped it down the back with no apparent effort. Nabiki felt air rush over her exposed legs, cooling her cunt as the wet patch in her panties started to dry. That sensation didn’t last long as her panties were ripped away with as little effort as her skirt had been. She was glad she’d picked an old cheap pair to wear. “Now that’s good eating stuff,” Ryouga said, and a second later Nabiki felt his face pushing between her legs and his tongue shoved deep into her cunt.

Determined to stay in character this time, Nabiki struggled and yelled out dire predictions of prison and criminal charges, till Ranma shut her up by slipping his half-erect cock into her mouth. “Here, suck on this, you big baby,” Ranma taunted her.

Nabiki’s mouth was once again flooded with the taste of Ranma. Instead of sucking she tried to shove it out of her mouth with her tongue, a useless attempt as the two muscles were nowhere near equal. Much like Nabiki and the two boys. Because he was still deflated from his previous orgasm Ranma was able to shove everything into Nabiki’s mouth and his balls soon nestled up against her chin.

Nabiki gasped through her nose as Ryouga’s practiced tongue delved deep into her cunt. She’d been aroused before the game had even started and the forced blow-jobs had turned that up a couple of notches. Ryouga found plenty of evidence of her arousal to lick up and her erect clit made a tempting target. Nabiki shuddered as an orgasm caused her cunt to clench, spraying juices into Ryouga’s mouth and all over his face. Nabiki was lost in the sensation and couldn’t see Ryouga use his sleeve to wipe her juices off his face which bore a rueful look at this turnabout. He’d splattered her face, and she’d returned the favor, in spades. Ryouga was not about to let a little thing like a sex juice shower deter him, however. He took hold of Nabiki’s ass with both hands and dug his thumbs into her cleft forcing her cheeks apart and allowing himself to get right up close. He licked up her crack, over the little ring of anal muscle, and up to the base of her spine. Nabiki’s back arched in reaction, just like a cat rising into a stroking hand. And if her mouth had not been full of Ranma’s slowly swelling cock she might have purred like one as well.

For what seemed an eternity Ryouga tortured and teased her cunt while Ranma gradually hardened in her mouth. Her jaws were forced apart by Ranma’s expanding girth and the head of his dick hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly before he withdrew. Resting his hands on her head he guided, but did not force her to bob her head up and down on his dick. Unable to use her hands or to even move her body much, Nabiki’s focus was concentrated fully on those parts of her being assaulted by the boys, her mouth and groin.

Nabiki felt Ryouga draw back from her, and she couldn’t help but tense as she sensed more than felt him standing up behind her. His heavy hands took hold of her ass again, spreading her cheeks and for a second she was afraid he’d break his promise and take her ass. She found that idea a bit too disturbing, even though Ranma-chan assured her it was fun once you got use to it. Ranma-kun was silent on the subject. It was with relief that she felt Ryouga press the head of his cock to her heated sex.

“Let’s just see how juicy you really are, teach,” Ryouga said as he began to shove himself into her body. “Oh, yea, that’s fine,” he gasped.

Her mouth full, Nabiki was unable to make a comment, but she’d have agreed with Ryouga. The feel of him pushing into her was wonderful. She’d needed that feeling all week. Masturbation just didn’t cut it, and she didn’t dare bring any actual toys into the house. She’d never hide them from Kasumi. She didn’t even dare use her emergency candle, sure she’d leave her musk all over it. She’d even wondered for a bit, after thinking about that, if there might be a market for pussy scented candles? Maybe in the shops that sold used panties? Her thoughts quickly returned to the hear and now as Ryouga continued to force more cock into her.

Nabiki grunted around Ranma’s shaft as Ryouga hit bottom, his muscular thighs flattening her ass as he pressed the front of her legs into the desk, causing it to jerk forward slightly. He paused, soaking in her warmth, and then started moving. In and out he slid his dick as Nabiki’s inner pink flesh clung to it on each withdrawal, and was shoved back inside with each forward stroke. With her ass cheeks still held wide by his hands, Nabiki could picture Ryouga staring down between them as his cock plundered her cunt.

Ranma was fully hard in her mouth now and Nabiki was straining to take as much of him in as she could. She knew in theory that it should be possible to take him down her throat, but she honestly didn’t believe she’d ever be able to do it. The head of his cock was so fat that she could barely hold it without her jaws hurting. Swallowing something like that would choke her before she even got started. Still, she couldn’t help but think about Ranma-chan’s boast that she’d deep throated Ryouga. The red-head was much smaller than she was. But, give the way Ranma ate you’d think the girl had been training all her life to swallow something that big.

Only the fact that Ranma slowly shuffled backward kept Nabiki from finding out if deep-throating him within the realm of the possible. Each time Ryouga shoved forward he pushed the desk along the floor slightly. Each full penetration caused Nabiki to grunt slightly around Ranma’s cock. She felt surrounded and possessed by the two boys and experienced several orgasms before Ryouga shuddered behind her and she felt him pulse inside her as he squirted his seed deep into her womb.

Ryouga gave a sigh and rested against Nabiki’s ass, his slowly softening cock imbedded deep in her channel. Ranma continued to pump away at Nabiki’s face while saying, “See, I told you she was hiding some sweet stuff under that dowdy outfit.”

“Yep, the basketball team will pay big bucks for the privilege of gang-banging her uppity ass.” Ryouga gave Nabiki a gentle slap on the ass. “You won’t mind that, will you teach? All that healthy teen-age cock to swallow. All those inches of meat to get shoved up your cunt and ass. You’ll be in heaven. We ought to charge you for fixing you up this way. But we’ll let it ride. What the team is paying us will cover your share.”

Even though Ryouga cock was just resting inside her, Nabiki felt herself clench and orgasm at the talk of them selling her. The reaction surprised her. She’d never considered herself the sort of person to get off on the idea of being property, but she couldn’t deny that she got a real charge out of the idea of guys paying good money to have a shot at her. Maybe it wasn’t that surprising. She’d always come home with soaked panties after one of her dates. Guys emptying their bank accounts for her had always turned her on. Maybe it wasn’t such a surprise that she’d be turned on by the idea of them buying her, rather than just her dinner.

Ranma was gasping and his hands had tightened on Nabiki’s head. “I think we’re undercharging. With this mouth we could have gotten a lot more for her,” he gasped, before blowing his wad in her mouth. This time he didn’t pull out and Nabiki received a full load of creamy filling in her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, swirling her tongue around the head of his dick. The taste was strong and strange, a magnified version of her earlier tastes, but she liked it. and looked forward to eagerly scarfing down loads and loads of teen-age cum in the boys changing room.

Only after Ranma had been fully drained, and Nabiki had licked him clean, did she realize she’d managed to fall completely into her role. For just a minute there, she’d really been a raped and en-slaved young teacher.

What a rush!

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Nabiki got the shower first, as she had a lot more evidence to clean off, but she’d only been in it for a few seconds when Ranma joined her. Ryouga would have as well, but it was a small shower, so he just stood outside the cubicle helping Ranma soap up her body. Strangely, it wasn’t sexual, or at least not much. It was just a cooling down after the game, and she let her arms hang loose and let herself relax under the hot water as their skilled hands massaged and scoured every inch of her body. She knew girls who would have paid big money to be in this position, and she savored the experience for that reason as much as for the comfort it brought her.

“That was fun,” Nabiki said, after they were done cleaning up.

“Told you,” Ranma grinned at her, while Ryouga collapsed onto the couch, a satiated look on his face.

“What should we do next time?” The lost boy asked.

Nabiki thought about it. She’d enjoyed playing the victim the last two times, but in honesty, she wouldn’t mind being the one in charge for a change. “Let me think about it,” she said. “Unless you got something you’d like to do?” she asked with a question in her voice.

“It’s your turn,” Ryouga said with a wave of his hand. “You get to choose.”
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