[Episode 12841] [Episode 12841]
At
the sight of Ryoga carrying a sleeping Akari into the dojo yard,
Ranma jumped down from the roof to meet them. “Hey, P-chan,
good ta see ya!” he called out as he walked up to the pair.
Glancing at the disheveled state of Akari’s and Ryoga’s
clothing, he added, “So ya got whatever everyone has been hit
by, too.”
Ryoga stared. “ ‘Too’? You mean you were affected?”
“Me, an’ everyone else we know around here. It’s been crazy, one girl after another throwing themselves at me, or any other guy they came across.”
Ryoga started to bristle, but the weight in his arms reminded him of what he’d been doing himself not long ago and his shoulder slumped. “Yeah,” he sighed, “it has been crazy today. Listen, can I put Akari down somewhere to sleep?”
“Sure,” Ranma responded instantly, “be right back.” He hopped up to the window of the room he shared with his father and disappeared inside, then reappeared a moment later, tossed down a futon and some blankets, and leaped back down beside them and picked them up. “Let’s put her in the dojo.”
“She isn’t good enough for the house?” Ryoga growled, starting to heat up with anger instead of lust.
“ ‘Course she is,” Ranma replied nervously. “It’s just ya don’t want to go inta the house right now — no knowing who ya might run inta.”
Ryoga stared uncomprehendingly for a moment, then blanched as memories of the people he’d passed before he and Akari had met and ... done that ... rose in his mind and he hastily nodded. “Right, dojo it is.”
The two headed over, and Ranma shifted his load to one arm as he went in front and opened the door, only to be met with a cupful of cool water in the face accompanied by the sound of multiple clicks and a near blinding light as the light and the automatic camera set up in front of the door activated.
“Nabiki,” the now small and busty redhead growled as she blinked her eyes clear and walked in, carefully avoiding the camera — as tempting as it would be to smash it, Ranma didn’t need to add to her debt. Walking over by the wall, she laid out the futon, waited until Ryoga gently laid the Sumo pig raiser down, then covered her with a blanket and piled the others by her head. “C’mon, let’s let her sleep,” she whispered. Ryoga nodded, and the two quietly headed for the door.
As they walked, Ranma began to feel lightheaded ... and was it getting warm all of a sudden? Things were starting to get a little hazy, too ... except for Ryoga in front of her, he was crystal clear — and a fine image of a man, all that training had left him wonderfully sculpted. The heat Ranma was feeling slowly centered between her legs, and she could feel her nipples tingling as they tightened and her loose shirt rubbed against her chest as she walked.
“Ryoga?” she managed to gasp out quietly as they re-entered the yard.
“Yeah?” he responded absentmindedly as he headed toward some chairs by the door to the house.
“Ryoga, look at me,” Ranma demanded, grabbing his arm. Ryoga stopped and turned, and the confused look on his face turned to shock when the petite redhead beside him pulled his head down and kissed him hard on the mouth. Ryoga froze for a long moment, then his arms seemed to rise by themselves to circle his friendly rival and he began to inexpertly return the kiss. Somewhere inside, his mind was screaming at him that this wasn’t Akari, that this was his male rival whatever she looked and felt like — and doesn’t she feel good!, another part of him responded, the part that he had repressed so long but had opened up for the first girl he’d truly loved. Though no one would ever know, he’d been able to resist the Lemon Flu better than anyone else that day, but now that resistance had been shattered and his hands slid up and down Ranma’s back as their mouths parted and their tongues began to wrestle.
Ranma had her own voice in the back of her mind insisting that she was a guy, that this wasn’t ‘manly’, what would her ... his mother think if she found out ... But that voice was much fainter than Ryoga’s, Ranma had already been in one encounter after another that day, and the effect of the Lemon Flu on her female form had smashed into her out of the blue, with no chance to brace herself even if she’d known she needed to. Even as their tongues entwined, she found herself loosening Ryoga’s pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, running her hands over his tight buns and pulling herself against her rival’s rampant erection. Then Ryoga shifted, slipped, fell, and the two found themselves on the ground, kiss broken, with Ryoga clutching Ranma to his chest.
The passion was broken for a moment as the pair started laughing, but the laughter died quickly as Ryoga started removing the rest of his clothing and Ranma followed suit. Already having his pants and boxers around his ankles Ryoga finished first, and caught the pigtailed girl as she slid off her own pants and boxers and slung her around to the ground and eagerly lay across her with his head at chest level. Ranma gasped and unthinkingly spread her legs wide as Ryoga started nipping, licking and sucking on one of the breasts she had flaunted at him more than once to win their not-so-friendly spars and one hand fondled the other breast while his other hand slid between her legs and along her folds to find them already moist and dripping. A finger slipped up into her and rubbed around, then slipped back out and slid up between her folds and Ranma gave out a slight, breathy, shriek and arched her back as her clit was touched for the first time and a small orgasm ripped through her.
Finally, Ranma could wait no longer as the ache continued to grow through one mini-orgasm after another, and she pushed Ryoga away from her chest, then grabbed his buttocks and tried to pull him up into her. She failed, but what she wanted was clear and Ryoga pushed himself up and, after fumbling about a bit, finally got himself into position and Ranma let out a long, shuddering gasp as she felt the head of his generous cock push past her petals and sink slowly into her soaking womanhood. Ryoga groaned at how tightly her hot tunnel gripped him, then slowly began to pump, each thrust taking him deeper and deeper until he felt his balls bounce against Ranma's ass. For a moment he paused, bracing himself on his arms and looking down at the sweating, flushed face of his second lover. Then she wrapped her spread-out legs around his waist and squeezed, and he took the hint and again began to plunge in and out of her depths, picking up speed and power with each thrust, his chest rubbing against her quivering, then shaking , breasts.
Akane awoke with a gasp in her bed, the dream she’d been having of herself and her fiancé enjoying some ‘private time’ on a deserted tropical island echoing in her mind. She looked around groggily for a moment, then like a blow the memories of her two — no, three — times with Ranma hit her. What had she been thinking? What had she been doing!? What had he been doing!? This all had to be Ranma’s fault, somehow!
With a growl, she pulled herself to her feet and without bothering to dress headed to Ranma’s room — no Ranma. She started to turn away from the door, when the sounds coming through the open window registered. They sounded strangely familiar — like the sounds she and Ranma been making themselves not so long ago. Was that pervert and one of her sisters ... ? She rushed to the window and stared down into the yard to see — Ryoga!? What was he doing here? And if it wasn’t Ranma, where was he? And which of her sisters was Ryoga pounding like a jackhammer? Then she caught a flash of red hair as the girl beneath Ryoga tossed her head back and squealed in passion, and Akane’s mind went blank.
For a time Akane stood at the window and stared unseeingly at the copulating couple. Finally awareness seeped back into her gaze as Ranma again cried out her passion to the world. Slowly, Akane moved away from the window and out of the room. Unthinking, her feet found the stairs and then she was standing in the yard and watching the pair up close as she felt the now-familiar heat already awakened by her dream rose in her again. She found herself rubbing her clit and along her petals, and thought about how she had felt when she had finally found Ranma in her room — the way she felt now. Sighing, she slowly walked toward her fiancé and friend. Reaching down, she pulled on Ryoga’s shoulder.
Pausing, Ryoga looked up and gasped out, “Akane!” while sitting up without pulling out of Ranma’s hot box.
At Ryoga’s shout, Ranma jerked and her pleasure-filled eyes focused again to see the black-hair-bracketed face of the girl she loved looking down at her from where she knelt. “A-Akane?” she whispered fearfully.
“Ranma ...” the naked brunette got out, then broke off. She stared at the fearful redhead for a few moments, then bent down for a long kiss. Breaking off from the now stunned Ranma, she looked up at a very surprised Ryoga and asked, “What are you waiting for? Finish her off!” Ranma suddenly laughed and emphasized the order with a jerk of her legs, still wrapped around Ryoga’s back, and he shook off the shock and, reaching down and gripping Ranma’s waist, resumed pounding into her. Akane slipped down and captured a generous breast in her mouth even as a hand slid back to her wet petals. It didn’t take long before Ranma again felt the wave building ... and building ... and finally it broke and she shrieked, every muscle going rigid, as her pleasure exploded through her. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on Ryoga’s pistoning cock, and that was all it took as his manhood swelled and pumped spurt after spurt of his seed deep inside her.
Slowly, Ranma came down from the height her last and greatest orgasm had sent her to, and gazed blearily up at her two lovers. “W-Wow, that ... was ... incredible ...” she managed to gasp out as the exertions of the long day caught up with her at last and she faded into sleep.
Akane looked down from where she had sat up with Ranma’s final orgasm, staring down at the slumbering, sweat-covered redhead and slipping her fingers out of her own cleft. Wow, is that what I looked like? That was just ... wow. She glanced over at an equally sweat-covered Ryoga still kneeling between Ranma’s legs and considered the need that had been building in her as she’d ministered to Ranma’s busty assets, then nodded. “Well, big guy, you up for one more round?” she asked, and when a gaping Ryoga failed to answer her moved over and leaned down to take his limp rod in her mouth, starting to suck as she cleaned it if Ranma's juices and Royga's own cum.
She didn’t really know what she was doing, but it didn’t matter much with the effects of the Flu still echoing through them both, and soon Ryoga’s manhood was once again at full extension and Akane whistled softly. “How on earth did you get that monster into Ranma?” she asked, then grinned. “Well, if Ranma could take you I certainly should be able to.” Turning away, she got on her hands and knees and waved her ass at her friend. “Come on, give me what you gave Ranma!” she demanded, and Ryoga hastily moved up behind her and guided his cock to her opening with one hand while gripping a thigh with the other, much more easily this time, and Akane’s jaw dropped as he buried himself to the hilt with a single thrust while his now free hand gripped her other thigh. He was immediately pounding her for all he was worth, and soon the yard echoed to her own shouts and squeals as he jerked her back to meet each vigorous thrust.
But it had been a long day from Akane as well, and her arms gave out and dropped her head to the grass, forehead across one arm while the other arm reached back so her fingers could reach the nub above the cock thrusting into her. Finally, Ryoga’s cock again stiffened even harder and at the sensation of his seed exploding into her, filling her and spilling out to trickle down her legs, Akane’s own final orgasm exploded as well. She collapsed beside the still sleeping Ranma, gasping and shuddering from the aftershocks. Finally the tremors faded, and she reached out to gently brush a lock of hair away from Ranma’s eyes, then pulled herself up against the smaller girl and faded back to sleep herself.
Ryoga looked down at the sleeping couple, then staggered to his feet. Weaving slightly while focusing like a laser on the door of the dojo, he made his way in, then back out with a blanket. Draping it across the two girls, he turned back to the dojo. He decided some kami had taken pity on him when he managed to find his way back to Akari’s sleeping form, and he wrapped himself in the last blanket before lying down beside his love and sleep rolled over him.
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