Mousse\'s Revenge

It was a hot Friday night when Mousse set his trap. The old ghoul had gone to visit a friend in a neighboring town, leaving Shampoo and he alone together for the first time in a long time. He wore only a pair of sleep pants, allowing his bare chest to show. He set the stage: one bottle of tequila, a small dish of salt and a dish of sliced lemons. He turned on the radio to a music station that played music that Shampoo loved and sat back to wait for his prey to take the bait. It was a few minutes before a sleepy looking Shampoo joined him on the couch. She wore her robe and under that, she wore the white silk slip that he had left under her pillow when he did the laundry that day. He smiled greedily to see this; it was his favourite of her hot weather nightgowns. “So hot tonight!” she complained. He thought about how he had turned the heat on high, as well as it being a hot night; making it doubly so.

“I know, I couldn’t sleep; so I thought I would have some shots from the bottle that my friend from America sent me” he replied and placed some salt on the back on his hand, took a shot and then bit into the lemon. Shampoo watched intrigued.

“What that Mousse?” she asked.

“Tequila, this is the way that you ‘re supposed to drink it; with salt and lemon or lime” he replied and did another one. “Would you like to try one?” he asked, trying to keep the smugness out of his voice and poured one for her.

She hesitated; she had always been told that drinking could lead to a female getting taken advantage of when she wasn’t in her right mind, but this was Mousse, who she had known practically her whole life. She could trust him. She wavered a bit, then took the shot glass from him and threw it back as he had. The taste caused her to gasp and cough.

“Are you okay?” asked Mousse, enjoying the view of her unbound breasts bouncing with each cough. She nodded. “Here have another; they get easier to drink with each one” he said and was happy when she did it again. After four tequila shots, Shampoo felt her mind clouding and Mousse seemed to be speaking to her from far away.

“So hot” she complained.

“Take your robe off,” he suggested. “It is only me here; no one else will see you. Besides, you’re at home so you might as well be comfortable.” Thinking this suggestion sensible in her drunken state, she complied, not noticing when Mousse feasted his greedy eyes on her body. The nightie that he had chosen for her was semi-transparent and this allowed him to see the darkness of her nipples and the lilac of her pubic hair through the flimsy garment. He kept on insisting that she do shots with him until she was a drunken mass of giggles.

“How would you like to try a body shot?” he asked.

“What that?” asked a drunken Shampoo.

“I lie down with the lemon in my mouth and salt on my body; you lick the salt off of me, do the shot and take the lime from my mouth” he explained. Shampoo thought it sounded like good fun, but wasn’t sure she should. She had found herself admiring her friend’s muscular chest after a few drinks and felt kind of dirty for doing so.

“Okay” she replied. She watched in surprise when Mousse pressed the bottle against either one of his nipples and tilted it to wet them, and then dipped his pecs into the salt to coat them, and then lay back with a slice of lemon in his mouth.

“Lick the salt off me,” he explained. She hesitated for a second, then did as he suggested. Mousse almost gasped at the feeling of her tongue working his sensitive man nipples. Then all too soon, she banged the shot and took the lemon slice from his mouth, her lips lightly brushing his own.

She gasped in surprise to find him pressing her back onto the sofa.” Mousse, what you do?” she asked in confusion as he took a hold of the skimpy straps of her nightie and pushed them down gently to bare her breasts.

“My turn, fair is fair,” he said reasonably. She about to protest, when he started swirling his tongue bewitchingly on her sensitive virgin nipples; thus assaulting her senses and silencing her protests. She gasped at the feeling of his working them one, after the other; he lightly sprinkled them with salt and then began sucking on them in earnest. Shampoo moaned at the sensation and didn’t protest as his hands cupped her large breasts and his fingers joined his tongue to keep her on the edge of desire. Then he pulled back to do his shot and stared at her flushed face. Her breasts were more beautiful than he had imagined; they were topped with dark pink edible nipples, which he was nibbling on to his hearts content and she was letting him! He felt like a kid on Christmas morning!

“Shampoo do you like that?” he asked. He lightly tweaked her nipples and was rewarded with her gasping and arching herself into his touch. He smirked she was far, far gone into a drunken and lustful state. He kept her distracted by paying attention to her hard lust-swollen nipples. As he teased them; he slowly slid up her short nightie a little at a time, with infinite patience, so that she didn’t realize he had bared her treasure until it was too late.

Shampoo’s body was on fire at the unfamiliar sensation of male hands working her heated flesh into a frenzy. She was virgin and had only ever masturbated, and then she felt someone ease a finger into that place. She opened her mouth to protest when it began to rub her clit in a way that she herself only ever had! He smiled in triumph, her body was reacting beautifully and she was putty in his hands. He could probably do anything he wanted to her.

“Mousse” she gasped when she realized that her nightie was around her waist and her treasure was being handled by him.

“Shhhh” he soothed as he started worrying her clit harder “there’s nothing to be ashamed of; we used to play doctor together and you are over due for your check up” She moaned when the finger teasing her started to work its cruel magic. She made a feeble attempt to push her nightie down but he simply grabbed it and pulled it down, removing it from her body completely. Leaving her fully naked, and then replaced his finger on her clit before she could react. “You’re so beautiful Shampoo” he whispered as he watched her writhe with unsatisfied desire. Then lowered his head, pushing her thighs wider apart with his hand and placed his tongue on her clit. Shampoo opened her eyes wide with shock at the feeling of her secret flesh being invaded. She cried out as the petals of her sex were parted and each virginal pleasure trove laid bare to a busy tongue and inquisitive fingers. She could feel her body getting tighter, seeking satisfaction. She gasped as a finger slipped into her slick channel and started scissoring inside her, the feeling increased as another finger joined it, stretching her and preparing her to be filled. She looked down at the dark head bobbing between her legs; in her alcohol-induced haze she though it was Ranma. She pressed her hand on the back his head, encouraging him to deepen his administrations. Mousse smiled into her fragrant flesh and ate her harder. He was rewarded by her cumming like a runaway train, bedewing his questing tongue with her love juices.

“Ranma” she cried. He stopped for a second, confused. Then realized her misidentification and decided to use to it his advantage.

“I’m going ta make you feel good; close your eyes” he said, imitating his rival’s voice. She did as he suggested, Mousse divested himself of his pants and then placed his iron hard cock against her sopping pussy lips. He seized her lips with his own triumphantly, and with a quick shove forward, he burst through her virginal barrier and was buried deep inside the woman he loved! She screamed into his mouth and opened her eyes wide. Seeing Ranma’s own comforting blue eyes staring back at her; she allowed them to drift close again. She felt him begin to move in her. It was painful at first, then that dissipated and left only relentless, driving pleasure in its wake.

Mousse smirked in triumph and slowly began to move within her, and then almost laughed out loud when she began moving with him, seeking release. He bent and placed a hickey on her neck; wanting to mark her. Then proceeded to leave them all over her breasts to, so she would see them the next day and remember. He then worked her nipples in time to his thrusts, until she stiffened and came hard; his rival’s name on her lips.

She peeked at the dark head bent over her breasts and saw her discarded white nightie and robe crumpled beneath them. In her confusion, she thought it was her wedding night. This triggered a powerful orgasm in her; she clutched him close and dug her nails into his back as she cried out in pleasure.

Mousse started pounding into her full bore. He was so turned on by the idea that his cock triggered her first orgasm from hard male flesh, that he was desperate to cum into her hot, wet silken tightness. She pounded back, giving herself completely over to the fuck for the first time in her life. She came again as he pumped his seed into her. He pulled his head up and admired his handiwork: she had hickeys all over her breasts and neck, pretty much anywhere his lips were able to reach. Her lips and nipples looked swollen from his demanding kisses there and her sleek thighs were streaked with blood. “Oh Ranma” she said basking in the afterglow.

“No, it’s me, Mousse,” he said in triumph. She opened her eyes and screamed in terror. Her virginity was sworn to Ranma; her husband! ‘What have I done?’ she thought frantically and then passed into an alcohol induced comatose sleep.

Mousse pulled out of her and left her how she was, with her legs widely spread and her nightie and robe bunched up beneath her. He grinned in triumph when a trail of his fresh cum leaked onto her thigh to join the blood there. There would be no way she could deny that she had been fucking the night before when her grandmother returned and found her like this in the morning. Cologne was to be accompanied by her friend, another elder who would bear witness to Shampoo’s shame. He stood up as if he wasn’t drunk and poured out the water he had been drinking to ever shot she did, leaving the empty tequila bottle beside her. He went to bed, not bothering to cover Shampoo’s nudity up. He needed her to be found like this; his plan had worked perfectly so far.

With her virginity forfeit and that witnessed by two elders, there would be no alternative but for her to resign as future leader and quietly marry him or face death by stoning. Mousse knew that she would choose him.

“See you at the wedding” he said to the unconscious girl and thought about how many times he would get to enjoy her proud, arrogant body. That would be anytime he wanted; his threat of revealing the truth would see to that. She would have to submit to him. He would fill her body up with life and she would be the mother of his children, not Ranma’s.

He arranged her so that she was facing the entranceway a bit more; with her thighs spread hugely open, so as not to screen a single shock that he had in store for all three Amazon leaders. She now looked more a like spent whore then the future leader of his tribe; she looked well fucked her decided. He gloated for a second and then said “I have been your slave forever Shampoo; now it’s time for you to become my sex slave wife” he said in triumphant tone of voice and went to sleep with a smile on his face, in anticipation of being awoken by screams.

He had dreams about all the things he was going to force her to do, in order to make him keep his secret. She was going to have to perform sexual acts for him that no Amazon wife would ever dream of doing for her husband. Sodomy, fellatio, and bondage: he grinned in his sleep at each way he saw himself degrade a naked Shampoo. He was going to enjoy being married to her he decided.