Ranma - Let's Fuck

Ranma - Let's Fuck 5

A fall afternoon in Tokyo.

Ranma lay on the floor of his room thinking, thinking the typical thoughts of a
16 year old boy, which was to say that he was thinking about sex. Unlike most 16 year
old boys though, Ranma had a fiancee, one whom he had recently learnt thought about
sex nearly as much as he did, and with whom he had had quite a lot of sex which since a
summer day when she'd come into his room and starting taking off her clothes.
Unfortunately for Ranma, however, Akane was nowhere to be found on this particular
fall afternoon, which meant that the sizeable erection within his pants had no aid save
for his own hand...which was hardly satisfactory these days.

"Shit," the boy grumbled to himself as he absently reached down with a hang
and just gently touched the bulge running up along the front of his trousers. Still there,
and if possible, even harder. Even that light touch with his hand made it tremble,
made it flex and swell upwards, straining as if expecting to be enveloped in warm
wetness right away. Stupid thing, Ranma thought. How could it act so completely
independently of the rest of his body like that?

This wasn't going to get him anywhere, he thought, except perhaps with a
rather unsatisfactory orgasm, and a need to change his pants. With a kick, Ranma
jumped up to his feet, wincing a little bit at how hard it was to walk upright. Stupid
tomboy, he groused to himself. Before that day he'd never seemed to have this problem,
but ever since he and Akane started fucking, it seemed like he always was at least
semi-hard. He had thought that getting more sex would reduce these sort of
urges...but instead, the more then fucked, the harder he was. Not that he was going to
suggest stopping to see if that helped the problem....

If she would be back soon, he could wait, he supposed, though a sizeable part of
his anatomy was strongly disagreeing with him as he made his way through the house
to go downstairs. If she wasn't going to be home in the near future...well, exercise
seemed to work well enough to get some of the urges out. It wasn't perfect, but it
would at least help him stand upright....

"Hey, do you know when everyone is getting back?" Ranma asked, sticking his
head into the kitchen.

"Not for several hours yet, Ranma-kun," Kasumi smiled over her shoulder at
the boy as she continued her preparation for the evening's dinner. "Just like it was the
last time you asked. And the time before that. And the time before that..."

Ranma blushed slightly as he rubbed the back of his head. "Er...right. Sorry
about that," he grinned sheepishly. He hadn't even remembered asking about them
already...several times, it seemed. "I, uh, guess I'll just go to the Dojo then
and...er...work out some.."

Kasumi laughed lightly as she put her knife down and turned to face the boy
more fully. "Missing someone?" she teased the boy lightly, her brown eyes crinkled
along with the smile on her face. "Or missing something that someone does?" she
added, her smile deepening as she watched the boy turn even redder and freeze in the
doorway, seemingly trapped. "Oh my," she giggled, watching him squirm. "Seems I
was right," she laughed.

Ranma gawked at her. Akane saying this sort of thing, he was starting to
come to expect, so that it wasn't freezing his brain up quite as badly as it used to.
But...but..."Kasumi?!"

The older girl just kept smiling at him as she went to the fridge, gesturing him
to come into the kitchen. "Oh Ranma-kun," she laughed at him, "You're so cute and
innocent," she smiled. "You didn't think that I wouldn't ever talk about it, did you?"

Blushing awkwardly, Ranma followed Kasumi's gesture into the kitchen as
invited. "Uhm...well...no, I guess not," he mumbled, feeling a bit foolish even as he
admitted it. "I mean, you're always so...calm...about things..." he went on, trying to
explain himself.

"Well that's because there's really nothing to get all worked up about, is there?"
the girl smiled as she took some chilled tofu blocks from the fridge and put them down
next to the daicon and other vegetables she was preparing. "There's no need to feel
embarrassed about anything, is there Ranma-kun?" she smiled, turning now to face him
fully. "After all, sex is perfectly natural."

Ranma nodded, somewhat stumblingly. "Er, yeah, I guess so," he said,
blushing still, but suddenly feeling somewhat more at ease with the older girl. After
all, what she said made perfect sense...sex was about the most natural thing that he
could think of...at least in it's most basic versions. Some of the things that he and
Akane had done...well...but that wasn't really important right then. "Er, right!" he
said, straightening up and looking at Kasumi questioningly. "So, er, why did you ask
me to come in here then?" he wondered suddenly.

"Oh," Kasumi smiled sunnily at him. "Since Akane won't be back for several
hours, I thought that I could give you something to help you wait until then," she smiled,
and looked pointedly down at the extremely visible tent in his shorts. "It will take care
of it much better than exercise, I think," she added.

Ranma blinked. "What, some sort of food? Some kind of medicine?" he
wondered. He'd heard rumors of such things, and certainly if anyone would know
about them in this house, it would be Kasumi. But she just shook her head with a
smile and walked up closer to him. "Er...acupuncture? Did Toufuu-sensei teach you a
pressure point?" Then he gasped.

"Uhm...I suppose it's a kind of pressure point technique," Kasumi smiled as she
rubbed her hand up and down the lump protruding from Ranma's trousers. "But it's
not something I learned from Toufuu-sensei...though he helped me perfect the art," she
laughed, as her other nimble hand undid the sash around Ranma's waist. "Just let
Kasumi-oneesan take care of you, Ranma-kun, so that you don't go crazy before Akane
gets back."

Ranma was in shock...despite his talk with Akane a few nights before, despite
the list they had made, despite what she had said about her sister's interests...to have
Kasumi suddenly fondling his engorged prick, removing his pants and underwear,
grasping the smooth hardness of his cock in her warm hand, soft still despite all of the
housework she did...this was completely beyond the poor boy's imagination. He didn't
even consciously react until she sank out of view in front of him, her long brown hair
framing her face as she bent forwards and swallowed the head of his cock between her
lips, sliding that ruby softness down his length, taking his length in her mouth with
astonishing ease, and starting to bob her head back and forth on him, while her hand
kept massaging the base of his cock with an expert sort of pumping twist, her other
hand reaching up to cup and fondle his testicles lovingly.

"Ka...Kasumi!" he gasped suddenly, reaching down with both of his hands to
grasp her head and try to push it back, to pry her lips off of his cock. Old habits die
hard, and in his mind were flashing images of Akane, furious, jealous, angry...and
worst of all, crying, hurt, betrayed. "Kasumi, stop!" he almost-pleaded, his head
fighting with his cockhead for control of the situation.

"No, Ranma-kun," Kasumi murmered, the motions of her lips indescribable as
she talked around the flared head of his member still within her mouth, Kasumi
showing surprising strength to fight off his resistance. "Don't be afraid,
Ranma-kun...just relax and enjoy yourself...she'll be mad if you don't..." she added with
a little smile and a flick of her tongue across his slit, and with a gentle little tweak of his
balls to say goodbye, she suddenly grabbed both of his wrists and forced them behind his
back, freeing her head to quickly engulf the rest of his cock with her mouth.

"I....no....oh gods..." Ranma gasped, feeling those lips once more sliding down
his length. The battle between his heads was lost...and without even realizing it he
drove his hips forwards, pushing his member deeper into Kasumi's throat, eliciting a
thick, passionate groan as his reward as she took his whole length down into him...deep
throating, he thought to himself in some crazily lucid part of his mind. Akane couldn't
do this so well...she'd start gagging quickly, though she was getting better the more
they tried. Kasumi was having no such troubles taking him, in fact was holding
herself there, pushing herself against his cock, her nose buried against his pubic bone,
her tongue and throat wrigging against his shaft in an indescribable way. Her hands,
freed of holding his suddenly, were just as busy...one of them was fondling his buttocks,
the other one again stroking his ballsac lightly. This, Ranma thought to himself as
Kasumi's head started to bob up and down again quickly, brown hair flying, was the
best damn blowjob he had ever gotten. Where had she learned to do this?

That question, however, was more than merely academic to the boy, as the
flying lips caressing his cock brough him more and more quickly towards release. Who
knew or cared where she had learned it? All that was important now was that she was
giving those skills to him, giving him such oral pleasures as he could never have
believed. He started then, when she took his wrists in her hands one more time, but
this time pulled them back to her head, pushing his hands firmly down against her long
brown hair. He needed no clearer message or encouragement...grabbing her hair and
head tightly with his strong figers he started jerking the girls head back and forth in his
strong arms, thrusting his hips against her face almost brutally, fucking her face. The
thrill of power, as erotic as the fucking itself, rushed through him. There was no way
now to hold back...

"Uuuuuuurrrrrfghhh!!!" Ranma cried out, feeling the hot surge of semen
rushing through his shaft. Kasumi pushed back with her head as Ranma pushed her
back as well, both of them thinking in synch as the sperm boiled through his cock,
erupting from his slit just as she freed her mouth and tilted her head back, mouth open
and eyes closed to receive the blast of gooey white mess over her upturned face. With a
roar, Ranma squirted again and again, soaking Kasumi's face in lines of ropy semen,
sticky and white, cascading over her cheeks, eyes, and forehead, and dripping into her
mouth, her tongue rolling laviously as she scooped the drippings into her mouth to
swallow. Gasping, Ranma held her there until it was all over...and when he thought
that he could shoot no more, that he was completely drained, Kasumi wrapped her lips
about his head and gave a powerful suck, pulling even a few more drops out of his
member.

And when she was sure she had gotten off of the tasty treat out of him that she
could, she opened her sticky eyes carefully and smiled up at him through the goo on her
face. "Lovely," she purred...her whole face radiating erotic pleasure, a certain
limpness in her nature and a glow about her body leaving Ranma in no doubt at all that
she had come with him, even without his direct administrations. "That should hold
you for a little while," she laughed lightly, as she carefully started to replace and
rearrange Ranma's clothing..."Though perhaps not," she smirked in a very surprising
manner, as she carefully arranged Ranma's still stiff penis so that it would be more
comfortable when he moved. "Now, off with you," she winked, still making no move to
clean herself up, even as the come dripped onto her apron and dress. "You were going
to exercise, weren't you?"

"U...uh, yeah, I was.." Ranma murmered...now that the climax had happened,
rational thought was trying to make a comeback to him, but it was still blocked by sheer
amazement by what had just happened...and still seemed to be happening from the
frosted look Kasumi was giving him as she pushed him gently towards the door.
"Er...thanks?"

"Anytime, Ranma-kun," she smiled sunnily at him, the come-caked Kasumi
just as cheerful and calm as the usual housegirl. "Don't hesitate to come anytime," she
giggled, turning to resume preparing dinner.

What kind of family am I getting into?, Ranma wondered as he made his way to
the Dojo for his workout. At least it would be more effective now...even though he was
still horny, it wasn't as overpowering as before, so he would actually be able to get some
useful work done....

And it was useful work, and a good strenuous workout, one which actually
allowed his erection to fully subside fully for what felt like the first time in days, and by
the end of it Ranma was too tired to do anything more than go back to his room and
collapse. He was drowsing when he heard the others return home, and even though he
heard Akane's voice from amoung those downstairs, he was content to wait to see her.
And in truth he was nervous...this was the first time he had ever done something
sexual with someone else, let alone her innocent-seeming oldest sister, and despite their
earlier conversation he was nervous. Even a loud shout of mingled laughter from the
three girls didn't ease the nervousness with which he went down to dinner that night.

"Hi Ranma!" Akane beamed at him as he came down the stairs, jumping up
from the table to give him a hug, something else new in their relationship. Ranma let
himself relax just a tiny bit as he felt his fiancee press her body fully against his...but
then she whispered in his ear. "There's something on Kasumi's face," she said sweetly
before letting him go and giving him a little smirk and a twist as she went to rejoin her
sisters and their fathers at the table, leaving Ranma to stumble along behind her as
best as he could, trying as best he could to try to get a casual look at Kasumi's face while
both of her sisters watched him with a smirk.

It didn't look that bad, really, and if he hadn't known what it was he probably
would never have noticed...but knowing that it was his own dried semen that made that
little while line just below her hair on one side of her face made it awfully hard not to
stair at it. The knowing smirks that Nabiki and Akane kept giving him didn't
help...and it certainly didn't help that at least one, and possibly all three of the sisters
kept rubbing their feet against his legs during the meal. At least it was a relief that
Akane wasn't upset...but what about her father? With this worrying thought in mind,
Ranma hardly ate at all, by his standards, which Kasumi noted at the end of the meal.

"You're really feeling alright, Ranma-kun?" Kasumi asked solicitously as he
tried to wave away her concerns for her health. "You've hardly eaten at all...if you
need any medicine, you come to me right away," she admonished the boy sternly,
making him gulp and blush, nodding sheepishly. "And I want to see you before you go
to bed tonight," she added with an air of authority, "just to make sure we don't need to
keep you home from school tomorrow."

Ranma erked in surprise, but even as he opened his mouth to protest, Akane
caught his eye and gave a smiling shake of her head. "Don't argue with oneechan,
Ranma," Akane laughed at him. "Nabiki and I learned that one long ago, who's the
boss of the household." Nabiki nodded in agreement. "You're in trouble if you're sick
in Kasumi's house, Ranma-kun," she grinned. "Don't want to make it worse for
yourself." Grousingly, Ranma gave in. "Alright...I'll be there," he grumbled. "May I
be excused now?"

Kasumi smiled composedly at him. "Of course, Ranma-kun," she smiled.
"Nabiki, would you help me clean up?" she asked the middle sister, who made a face but
nodded reluctant assent. "Akane, Ranma's been waiting for you all day, making a pest
out of himself...now that you're both here why don't you see what he wants?" Akane
grinned, and stuck out her tongue cheerfully at Nabiki, who gave her a rude gesture in
return. "Now Nabiki..." Kasumi said placidly as the two younger people quickly made
their way back to Akane room.

"So, how was she?" Akane demanded as soon as the door was closed, sitting
down on her bed, Ranma taking his place in her chair, holding her head in her hands
and looking at her lover with a big grin on her face. "What did you do?"

"Geez, don't I get any privacy?" Ranma groused as he looked down at the eager
face of his fiancee...and made an sour face of his own when she shook her head
emphatically. "Well if you have to know..." he began, and then paused. "Er...actually,
I dunno if I should say anything."

Akane frowned. "Why not?" she asked, a hint of impatience in her voice. "I
thought that it was part of the deal...if we're going to be this open we have to tell each
other about what we do, right?" Ranma nodded...that wasn't exactly the problem.
"Well then, why can't you say anything?"

Ranma paused again, and then, carefully, slowly, began. "Well...it's just that
she was....er...good," he said quickly, looking at Akane's face nervously. "Really, really
good. Really, really, REALLY..."

Akane cut him off. "I get the point," she said, sticking out her tongue, making
Ranma shut up fearfully. "Oh, don't look so worried," she said quickly, making a big
smile to show that she wasn't upset. "It's not like I don't know that already, or didn't
expect it...she's got a lot more practice than I do. After all, we just started a few
months ago...she's been doing it...well, since she a little bit older than us, I think," she
said thoughtfully. Seeing Ranma's look of surprise, she gave a shrug. "I know, I
wouldn't guess either if I didn't know her, but she's had a few boyfriends...and she's
gone all the way with a couple of them."

Ranma nodded slowly. "Yeah...well...I could tell that," he admitted, slowly
relaxing again as Akane explained about Kasumi's prior experience. "It...she only
gave me a blow-job, but it...well, it was really good, like I said," he said lamely, feeling
foolish with Akane's grinning face. "It was just...so surprising, is all," he said, thinking
back on his trip into the kitchen. "She said I looked like I missed you, and offered to
help...and then then next thing I know she's on her knees."

Akane nodded. "I figured something might happen today," she admitted with
a smile. "She didn't say anything specific, but she said something last night about
'doing her duty'."

"Doing her duty?"

"Yeah," Akane nodded. "Kasumi's pretty traditional, you know." Ranma
smirked and nodded, Akane continued. "So as part of that she thinks that part of all of
her duties around her include keeping the men...er...happy," she finished with a
sheepish little grin of her own.

"So that's what it was..." Ranma sighed, feeling a little better that he better
understood what was going on, but a little saddened nonetheless. "Just duty..."

Quickly, Akane shook her head. "No, not just duty!" she said emphatically.
"Remember what I told you...both Kasumi and Nabiki are really fond of you, Ranma.
If it was just duty...well, there ARE other men in the house she could have turned to.
But she hasn't!" she added hastily as she saw Ranma turning a slight shade of green at
the though of his father and Kasumi...fucking. "She did it with you cause..." and here
she paused slightly, "Well, cause she loves you too," she finished with a smile. "She
trusts you with her body and needs, just like I do."

Men are too easy, Akane thought to herself as she watched Ranma swell up
with pride when she said that. All the easier cause it was true, she thought to herself,
her own insides filled with a strange sort of happy warmth. Despite what she had told
Ranma the day they had made the list, she hadn't been at all sure of how she would
react when the day Ranma went to another finally came. And now it was here, and all
could feel was this happiness in her belly. Someone else had experienced what until
now only she had known, she had shared what was hers with her sister, and she had
made her sister happy.

Ranma looked up in surprise as Akane suddenly stood up from the bed and
walked over to him, bending down to give him a gentle, deep kiss on the lips, one which
left him rather starry-eyed when it finished. "Thank you so much for this afternoon,
Ranma," she smiled at him as she sat down in his lap, straddling his waist with her legs.
"Thank you for validating my trust in you."

"You're so weird, tomboy," Ranma smiled up at her as her put his arms about
her waist and rested his head on her breasts. "I would have expected you to kill me
before all of this started."

Akane laughed. "That's very true," she smiled down at him, ruffling his hair
lightly with her hands. "Now, before you go to see Kasumi tonight...we have a few
things to take care of," she winked at him, pulling his face gently off her her chest, and
stripping her top off with one pull, revealing the naked breasts underneath.

"Oh, I see," Ranma laughed, eyes crinkling in delight as his lover's breasts
bounced into view, dark nipples already crinkled heavily with arousal. "Want to get
some for yourself, do you?"

Akane grinned. "Well of course," she smiled, pulling Ranma down to kiss one
of her nipples, making her sigh in pleasure. "But you should know a few things about
Kasumi too..." she added.

"Like what sorts of things.." Ranma asked slowly, taking his time between the
words to kiss and lap at the stiff points before him, changing sides in the middle of the
sentence as Akane ground happily against his lap. "Don't tell me she's even ecchier
than you are?"

Akane laughed and then gave a sharp gasp when he bit her nipple lightly. "At
least as much as..." she moaned, clutching Ranma's head more tightly to her chest.
"The thing is...she's submissive...REALLY submissive," she added, moaning again as
she felt Ranma's hand sliding her skirt up her bottom, revealing the lack of
undergarments below as well as above.

"More than you?" Ranma laughed, eyes glinting as his hands slid inwards,
squeezing that soft bottom between fingers questing for a button deeper down inside.
When Akane nodded in return, eyes gleaming, Ranma's eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Howso then?"

Akane smiled, her body undulating in long, slow waves as Ranma groped her
bottom and sucked on her breasts, while she fumbled between the joining of their bodies
to try to unfasten her trousers. "She...ah...she doesn't need to be asked to do
anything..." she said, slowly organizing her thoughts as Ranma's lips and hands sent
delicious quivers through her body. "If...if you want to do something with her...just do
it," she continued.

"But she came on to me today?" Ranma wondered, using his arms to lift Akane
up a little bit, to help her undo his pants, to better let her wriggle them down and free
his member, throbbing once again like it hadn't already been pleasured once in the day,
aiming it upwards as Akane swiftly sat back down on him, spearing his sex into her wet
folds.

"Uuuuuuuunnnnh....fuck...I've been dripping all day," Akane moaned as
Ranma's member filled her, and her undulations started again, this time with his cock
wobbling inside of her. "O...of course she did..." she panted, lifting her hips slowly up
and down. "Would you have made a move on her...?" she asked. When Ranma
naturally shook his head no, she nodded in agreement. "So of course she
had...ah....had to make the first move."

Ranma's fingers squeezed Akane's bottom as the lovers rocked back and forth
on the little rolling chair Akane used for studying. "So...what then?" he panted, feeling
the incredible sensation of her pussy sliding up and down his penis. "I should just
push her down and fuck her when I feel the urge?"

To his very great surprise, Akane nodded, and bend down to kiss his nose.
"Precisely," she panted. "She explained it to me one time, not long ago..." she
panted..."Oh yes...right there.." she groaned as Ranma's finger touched lightly against
her anus and started gently to worm it's way in. "Sh...she said her biggest
fantasy...ooooh FUCK Ranma you're good at this...is the 'perfect wife'...to satisfy her
man anyway he wants...sh...shit...that the more pleasure is taken from her body the
more pleasure she gets..."

Ranma marveled hearing this...even more marvelous in its own way that the
fact that he was fucking his fiancee while she was telling him about her sister's turn-ons.
"So...uhhn...damn your pussy is tight...so that's why she came when she sucked me
off...cause I grabbed her head and fucked it like that..." he panted. "C..can you feel my
finger in you?"

"H...hard not to notice something up there.." Akane laughed breathlessly as his
cock pushed into her pussy and his finger worked it's way up past the first knuckle into
her backside. "Y...yeah...that's how she comes best..she said.." she moaned. "Use her
Ranma...fuck her anyway, anyhow, anytime you like and she'll cream herself
everytime...ohshit!!!" she suddenly jerked, her body stiffening up. "Fuck! Ranma!
I'm coming!" Akane moaned, before dissolving into a screaming mass atop of him, pussy
and ass squeezing his member and finger hard.

Panting along with her, Ranma nodded. "R...right! I...I'll remember that!"
he groaned, feeling Akane's muscles tighten around his digit and sex, hearing her cries
in his ears as she clutched him to her chest. "I...I'm....fuck...Akane...me too..." he
groaned...just as he felt for the second time that day the hot rubbery spasms in his
member, shooting his seed into Akane's belly, flooding her cunt with his manly juices,
filling her up until he could feel their mingled juices squeezing out around his shaft as
she settled limply down over him, both of them breathing sweatily.

If the back of Akane's chair hadn't been digging into the middle of Ranma's
back, he probably could have spent the whole night there, arms clutched tightly around
Akane's waist, his penis slowly subsiding within the creamy walls of her sex, but not so
quickly that he was in any danger of falling out soon. It was (aside from the
unfortunate matter of the chair), extremely comfortable to be cuddling like this,
completely naked, completely at ease with each other in a way that they had never
thought possible...the sort of comfortableness that only the perfect trust in each other
all of their adventures and mis-adventures together had brought them. And for all of
that, Ranma thought that he could put up with a little bit of akwardness with the back
of a chair trying to break his spine in half.

Nevertheless, he couldn't hold back a little groan of relief and something of a
stretch when Akane finally unwrapped her arms and legs from about his body and
extracted herself from the embrace, giving a regretful, but satisfied little smile when his
shaft slid out of her body, a trickle of his cream dripping down her leg. Akane let it
go...she liked the feeling of being a little bit nasty like this, especially at a time like
this..and she knew that Ranma enjoyed the sight of her body with his come on it. Even
now, his gaze slid from her eyes down between her legs, and followed that trickle down.
With a giggle, Akane clentched a group of muscles she'd only recently started focusing
on in her 'special training', and sent another stream of the white goo, mingled with her
own clear juices, running down her leg. "Well, that was fun," she laughed, stretching
herself out just as happily as Ranma had. "But you'd better get going," she smiled.

"Going?" Ranma looked back up at Akane's laughing face, completely clueless
as he always was. "Going where? I ain't going to bed this early, and there's nothing
on TV I'd rather watch than you."

"Ara, such a charmer you are," Akane laughed teasingly, striking a pose. "But
Kasumi's waiting for you to check up on you, isn't she?"

Ranma blinked. "Er?" He blinked again as Akane gave him an exasperated
look. "You mean she was serious about that?"

Akane nodded. "You better believe she was," she said, turning her back on
him and bending over to pick up her discarded clothes thoughtfully. "So get dressed
and get going...or just get going if you don't mind walking around naked," she chuckled,
tossing her own clothes on the bed and heading to the closet.

"Er....nah, I think I'll get dressed," Ranma said with a little bit of a laugh as he
recovered his pants and shirt from the floor and started to put them on, while Akane got
a bathtowel out of the closet. "Taking a bath?" Naturally, Akane nodded.

"But since I'm not so much of a chicken as you are, I'll just go like this," she
laughed at him, casually holding the towel at her side, but Ranma wasn't rising to this
bait. After all, he'd sent her through the house naked more than once, once even
making the teen girl show her reddened backside to her family as proof of his
punishment. When Akane saw that it wasn't working, she just laughed. "What, not
good enough for you, Master?" she said teasingly.

Ranma grinned. "Nah, that's fine for now," he laughed, tying the last of the
ties on his shirt closed. "Maybe next time....hmmm, I dunno," he wondered, thinking
about some of the things he'd read in dirty comics with his friends. "Maybe make you
crawl like a dog?" he suggested, holding the door open for his fiancee.

Akane looked thoughtful at that suggestion as she went out ahead of him,
naked hips sashaying unconsciously, more of his come dripping down her legs. "That
would be fun," she said honestly, walking along the hallway with him towards Kasumi's
room at the stairs. "Or maybe with a sign, with stuff like '5 yen for a fuck' or
something like that?"

"What if someone took you up on it?" Ranma teased, but when Akane just lifted
an eyebrow and smiled, his smile got more serious, though no less broad. "Seriously?"
Akane nodded. "Even your father?" Akane hesitated...and then nodded again, more
of a blush spreading through her body. "Even mine?" A longer hesitation...and then
another, slower nod, but...

"Only if it'd turn you on though.." Akane said. "I love you and would do
anything for you, Ranma...but your father..."

"Yeah, I know...I'd kick his ass if he tried," Ranma laughed. "But your Dad is
cool, I'd probably let him," he chuckled, and then bent and gave the very red Akane a
kiss as he stopped by her sister's door. "That's better...you look cute when you're
embarrassed," he said. Dodging the pouting, girlish swat Akane aimed at him, he
pointed down the stairs. "Go take your bath, tomboy...I'll see what Kasumi wants."
And with that, he stepped into the older girls room.

What Kasumi wanted became clear as soon as he stepped into the door. How
long she had been like that, he didn't know, but judging from the wet spot on the sheet
between her widely spread legs, it had probably been quite awhile...probably since she
had come upstairs after dinner. She was kneeling on her bed, backside pointing
towards the door, looking at the wall to one side, face pressed against the sheets. He
skirt was hiked up around her back, her panties dangled from one ankle, giving a
charming symmetry. Her hands were reaching back, holding her backside apart widely,
showing both her juicy, dripping cunt and her rosy asshole, slick with some sort of
lubricant, both ready and waiting for his arrival.

There was really nothing else to be done. Ranma stripped off his shirt and
trousers and shorts for the second time in less than two hours, and walked over to
Kasumi, his erection already fully recovered at the sight and smell of the randy teen girl.
He had only to pick a hole to stick it in.

Akane and Ranma had talked about anal, and had played about with his
fingers (and hers, returning the favour one time) there, but they still had yet to actually
do it...they always seemed to get distracted at the crucial times. Ranma made a
mental note to change that, and quickly...so that he could take advantage of this
luscious ass in front of him the next time it was presented...or, he thought,
remembering Akane's earlier words, whenever he felt the urge. For now though, he
would pick the pussy underneath, and slide his cock deeply into her.

"Oooooh..Ranma-kun..." Kasumi moaned as his shaft speared through the
slippery lips of her pussy and sank his full length into her. Ever since she had sucked
him off in the kitchen earlier, she'd been waiting for this moment, when she finally felt
his cock slipping into her. She hadn't even had to ask Akane for it..as soon as her
younger sister had seen her face, and seen the dried cum still coating her cheeks and
brow, she had suggested that Kasumi 'invite' Ranma up to her room for the full
treatment. Naturally, Kasumi had agreed instantly. After all, keeping the wife happy
would be as important as keeping the man of the household happy....

For his part, Ranma was taking his time enjoying his first even feel of a pussy
that wasn't Akane's. Kasumi was a bit plumper and fuller in the body than her
younger sister, and her sex was also a little plumper and fuller, her labia sticking out
with arousal around his shaft. It looked a little more...well, circular, too, than Akane's
slit. Kasumi also hadn't shaved her sex like his fiancee...and the light brown hairs
that framed the dripping lips his sex was sticking into mingled with his own black hairs
as his balls swung gently back and forth as he moved slowly, taking his time to fully
experience this new cunt.

But that didn't last too long...Kasumi's breathy, wordless exhortations egging
the boy on. His hands came to rest on her hips, just above where her own hands were
still holding her nether cheeks spread widely apart, holding herself in this submissive,
offering pose until her man was finished with her. His fingers clutched the rolls of the
fleshy ass tightly, digging in, eliciting another cry of pleasure from the girl...his hips
started to slide and rock too and fro more quickly, soft little slapping sounds coming now
as his hips slapped into hers.

Four hands started digging little grooves into the upturned asscheeks of the
housegirl as Ranma's fucking increased. Kasumi was in heaven...her boyfriends had
never dominated her like this...she had never let them. On her own, away form her
family, away from her household, Kasumi wanted to be the one in charge, making sure
that her lover spent the energy to pleasure her equally to her giving pleasure to him...a
pleasant dynamic of sharing, she thought. But within the home, within her
family...she knew what she wanted. As Akane had said, she wanted nothing more
than to be the perfect wife...almost doll-like in her submission. Her man should not
worry about such minor details as pleasuring his wife. He should only use her for his
enjoyment and entertainment. And the perfect wife should gain the utmost joy from
that use....

"Oh, Ranma!!!" Kasumi cried into the pillow as she felt the boy's cock churning
away at her cunt, pounding her juices into a creamy froth that spilled out over the
joining of their hips and dripped onto the covers, soaking them with her scent. "Oh,
Master!!" she moaned, unconsciously giving in to her sister's husband-to-be, taking him
as the head of her household for as long as he was under her care, the rush of
completeness flooding through her body, swelling her breasts, making her nipples
prickle out and throb deliciously, sending delicious spasms through her sex...his sex.
"Oh, MASTER!!!" she screamed out again, nails digging red grooves into her own
buttocks as she exploded, again and again, in pleasure.

Ranma was enjoying himself too much to be stunned at the sounds, sights, and
sensations of Kasumi orgasming repeatedly around his cock as he slammed it into her
pussy with long, hard strokes. The more her fucked, the more she came...it was
nothing he'd ever seen before. Akane came harder, he compared to himself in a distant
corner of his mind, but never had she come for this long, never had the vibe of
submission come through so clearly. It couldn't be more readily obvious to the boy if
she had a direct link to his mind...Kasumi was his entirely for as long as he was here.

Power, as has been noted before, is the ultimate aphrodisiac. Ranma already
knew that from experience, having a rather horny and rather submissive fiancee at his
disposal for several months...one whose limits seemed to be non-existant, one whose
dark desires he hadn't even probed the surface of. But now, to have Kasumi, sweet,
kind, loving and caring Kasumi completely at the mercy of his cock, a slave to his sexual
organ...this was pretty satisfying in and of it's own right. And there was only one good
way to consummate the affair.

With a roar, Ranma dug his nails deeply into Kasumi's ass, almost matching
her own desperate clutches to keep her holes open to him. Slamming his cock deeply
into her, grinding his hips against her ass, he pressed his length as deep into her body
as he could possibly get it, feeling like he was straining at her womb even. Kasumi,
breathlessly, desperately, pushed back at him, knowing what was coming, feeling the
swelling, hearing the roar...and then with a hot rush, feeling Ranma's come squirting
into her belly, making her his, claiming the Kasumi-slut for his own.

Almost an hour later, Kasumi extricated herself from his embrace on her bed
and sent him on his way back to his room. She had pronounced him fit to return to
school tomorrow, that his condition was just fine. She had accepted his chaste kiss on
the lips gracefully and gratefully, smiling with a soft little sigh as he closed the door
behind her and leg her dress in peace. The new man of the house was satisfied, and,
judging from the cries she had heard from the neighbouring rooms, the women of the
house were equally happy with the arrangements that had been made today. Sliding a
fresh pair of silken panties up her legs to cup her pussy, reddened, sore sex, the
housegirl nodded to herself in satisfaction. It had been a good day, but....

"A house like this means a girl like me can never rest."