[Episode 252080] [Episode 252080]
“O...kay. Well, that was fun, but I think they’ve been punished enough. No, I shoulda go...” Ranma told his mature lover.
“What? No way you’re leaving so soon, Ranma-kun!” Cologne-chan protested. “We haven’t even yet moved to the big event...”
“HU? Wait, you don’t expect me too—”
“Make them women? Of course I do. Look how prepared they are. You can’t leave things half-baked like this.”
Ranma waved his hands in denial. “No wait a minute! Don’t you think it has gone far enough already?”
“Come on, Ranma-kun, look at them...”
The twins, indeed, after thoroughly cleaning each other’s face from any trace of sperm, never stopped rubbing their naked bodies together. They’d moved just enough to bring their glistening lower lips in contact, legs widely spread, and had started some amateurish frottage. They were making cute coos and moans from the incestuous pleasure.
“With Shan Pū’s ‘special training’,” pursued the youth-looking matriarch, “it’s a miracle they haven’t already beaten up some poor boy just to get a taste of cock. I’d much rather have them initiated into male-female coitus by a skilled man; one I have educated myself in the art of the flesh. A man whom I can trust to treat them well, and not hurt or debase... and while under my supervision, to boot.”
Ranma stayed silent. Viewed under this specific angle, indeed, the request seemed much more reasonable than he would have thought at first glance. It would be less taking advantage of the horny little girls, and more preserving them from their own foolishness. Better himself than any old pervert they could pick off the street.
“Well... alright, I see your point,” he began, “but there is a little problem.... That last shot have pretty much sucked me dry, and with all we’ve done before those two showed up, I doubt I could get it hard again today....”
“Oh, don’t give me that, Ranma-kun. What about your incredible martial artist stamina, which you boast about so often?”
“Hey, there is exceptional stamina, which I certainly have, and there is being superhuman! I’m not yet at this stage. May I remind you how many times I’ve gotten you to scream in pleasure? That takes its toll on any man, even such a fine specimen as I...”
Cologne-chan chuckled. “True... but you seem to forget that, a few times... your upstanding performances with little me weren’t due solely to your qualities... but also to one-thousand years of Chinese knowledge in the tantric arts...”
“The what now?” Ranma nonplussed. She had just barreled out of the limits of his usual vocabulary.
“For example... this very useful pressure point...” Cologne-chan explained, while leaning forward and reaching for his genitals. Her long, thin fingers circled around the testicles and the base of the shaft, poking some precise spot in a complex pattern.
Ranma, disconcerted, opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a gasp of surprise as he felt the blood rush into his male organ, bringing it to full erection after only four or five twitches.
“How did you...?” he blurted, before crossing Cologne-chan’s gaze and noticing her amused smirk. “How many times did you do this to me already?” he asked, suspicious.
“Oh, not much, Ranma-kun. Twice or thrice, maybe. Just to give you a little boost when needed. You never did notice?”
“Well... no. I just thought I was amazing like that, I guess...” he embarrassedly answered.
“I should have known...” she commented, chuckling and rolling her eyes. “Well, now that your main ‘tool of the trade’ is back to full action, what about giving those two cuties what they need so much?”
Ranma reported his attention toward Linlin and Ranran. Cologne-chan was sadly right; it was already too late to swerve the twins from the nymphomaniac path that Shampoo had traced for them. At least, he could teach them to be a little selective in their choice of men. He’s gone already far enough with those two, barely pubescent or not, it would be a waste to never conclude.
Besides... since the few times he’d peeped on his fiancées doing the nasty, he’d been fantasizing about doing it to two girls at once. Not that young or small, of course, but still, you didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Especially since it was his regular lover encouraging him; secure in the fact she wouldn’t be jealous, nothing was stopping him except for some last, weak shreds of conscience.
Linlin and Ranran seemed to not be paying any attention to the adults, too busy kissing each other. Ranma guessed it was all an act, though. They were probably listening raptly, while waiting for him to do the first move, as to deny any guilty willingness for the act they were about to partake in. This fully settled the Saotome boy in his decision.
“Okay... let’s do this.” he whispered, steeling himself. His hard boner in hand, he kneeled behind the intertwined sisters, looking straight at the junction between their squirming bodies. The pair of hairless cunts, enthusiastically rubbing each other, was so wet and dripping that juices were leaking all the way to the bed sheet. This left a very small space between the engorged pussies, yet it looked terribly inviting to Ranma.
The girls kept ignoring him, until the point where the tip of his manhood brushed their outer lips. There, they froze and whimpered. “Aiya! No, please; Luan Ma... do not rape Linlin and Ranran!” they said in unison.
“Oh, can it, you two. You’re not fooling anybody.” Ranma sneered.
“Yes, just drop the pretense.” Cologne-chan added. “You’ve been hoping for this since the moment I opened the door.”
“That not true!” Linlin contested, her voice shaky.
“We want to stay purrrrr...” Ranran tried, though her protest devolved into a groan.
Ranma paid them no heed and kept rubbing his glans against the exposed part of their nubile sex. Damn, were they wet. He’d certainly have no trouble slipping inside either vagina... although now wasn’t yet the time. Their position allowed for another kind of fun, one he would slap himself later if he’d miss it.
Holding the girls by their outreached legs, Ranma moved his own hips forward, his rigid log nestled slipping between the hot, drenched pair of vulvas. Their wetness covered the shaft immediately and let it slide without problem in the tunnel formed by both sexes, poking all the way toward their lower bellies. This didn’t mean there was no friction at all, of course. In fact, both the aroused boy and his two Lolita lovers could feel delightful sensations from the rubbing of the shaft against the sensitive labia.
Linlin and Ranran’s silly denegations died in their throats, to be replaced by a long moan of unexpected bliss. Ranma grunted too, but stayed in control. Firming his grip, he started moving to and fro, quite slowly at first, but regularly increasing the pace, just enough to keep the twins too distracted to talk coherently.
The Saotome boy licked his lips, enjoying the novelty of the sensation. It was quite unlike plundering the inside of a vagina; much less tight, but still very hugging around his meat. The involuntary squirming of the girls added some unpredictability to it, forcing him to adjust the angle and speed at every moment, but he liked the challenge. The fact that he was pleasuring not one but two cuties at the same time also added to the satisfaction.
Linlin and Ranran were reduced to soft coos and obscene moans and breathless gasps of the most erotic varieties. The only time they got silent was when they managed to align their mouths and share a deep, hungry kiss, their tongues twirling together. Ranma’s thick mast wasn’t separating them the slightest; they could still feel each other’s bodies grinding together, rocking along with the male’s thrusts. As Linlin couldn’t find the strength to lift her torso, and Ranran had her arms around her sister, hugging her fiercely, their small breasts and tiny nipples were rubbing together. The sensations each sister was eliciting in the other were not much compared to the feeling of the hot rod mashing their labia, however. In and out it went, simulating intercourse externally while still encouraging their tribadism.
“Oh man, this is really great!” Ranma marveled, panting. “How is it called?” he asked, sure that Cologne could answer him. She’s always been a fount of knowledge on all sexual matters.
Cologne-chan scrunched her eyes. She sure knew of the position, but for the life on her she couldn’t tell for sure if there was a specific technical term, either in Chinese of Japanese. “Hu... well... I’ve heard it called ‘double grinding’... or ‘dick sandwich’... but I can’t remember if there’s a proper appellation. I’ll have to look it up. Maybe ‘tribadism on penis’... though that one sounds like an oxymoron....”
Ranma nodded, not having paid too much attention now that his arousal was mounting very fast. The little girls were now crying quite loudly with each of his moves, especially the forward thrusts, although the withdrawals weren’t bad either. Emboldened, the Saotome boy sped up his rocking, willing to test how fast he could go with this novel variant, and how much friction he could grind out of the joined cunts.
The answer was, obviously, “a lot”, if the twin’s pants and groans were any indication. They were crying, drooling, gurgling, and generally turned into putty, much more efficiently than even Shampoo managed to during their lesbian threesomes.
Ranma, however, wasn’t about to persist until he’d ejaculate between their soft bellies. He wasn’t too sure he could do it, in fact, with Cologne’s penile manipulation. Bringing back an erection was one thing, but he was pretty sure his balls were empty, and no mere pressure point could replenish them that fast. Not that he minded, really. He wasn’t one of those weirdoes with a fetish for coating a woman in their sperm. At least, not on the outside. The prolonged pleasure he got from sexing up the cuties was worth any short-lived orgasm.
So, Ranma-kun slipped out of the cradle of their sex and, his turgid cock in hand, he stared appreciatively at the two needy vulvas, wondering which one he would plough first.
“Aiya! No stop!” Ranran bemoaned. “Aiya! Shut up!” Linlin scolded her.
Ranma smirked. “Hey, you know what? I’ll let you choose who go first. Come on. Which one will get fucked before her sister? Which one of you want to feel my thick cock in her now? Hu?...”
The two little Nyūchezu girls kept breathing heavily for a while, but didn’t say a thing. Ranran was trying to crane her neck to look into Ranma’s face, and Linlin was peering at him from behind Ranran’s shoulder. They looked torn and hesitant.
Finally, the green-haired one spoke. “You... you take Ranran, but you spare Linlin’s virginity!” Her sister wasn’t about to agree, though. “What? No! Luan Ma can deflower Linlin, but no touch poor Ranran.” “What you saying? Ranran is sacrificing herself for you, you no ruin everything!” “Luan Ma no listen to her, she have no clue what she’s offering. You want Linlin!” “No way! Ranran’s pussy is much more inviting! She’s snug and... and warm and will make Luan Ma feel great pleasure!” “That not true! Linlin is much more skilled and will make Luan Ma too-too happy to have chosen her!”
Then the Chinese sisters went on arguing, louder and louder, but in their native tongue. Ranma didn’t understand much, though the gist of it was still obvious. He almost burst out laughing. Those two were too cute, both wanting to be first riding the Wild Horse, but trying to pretend it was for the sake of their twin.
However, Ranma wasn’t about to wait for them to settle their dispute — especially since it was getting more and more heated, and could easily end up a mood-killer. So, shrugging, he decided that Ranran would get the honors of his prick first — solely because she was on top, and as such he was certain than Linlin’s pussy would go nowhere in the meantime.
So, the grinning Saotome boy brought the tip of his phallus to the leaking, vulnerable slit of the small girl. Ranran didn’t react at first, too busy spouting rapid-fire Mandarin expletives at her sister. But then she gasped, her whole body tensing, and she threw her head backward. Before she could utter anything else, Ranma pushed the bulbous head of his manhood between the outer lips of her sex, and proceeded to penetrate further. He was careful and gentle, but that was still a first for the young Joketsuzoku, who had never gotten anything bigger than Shampoo’s fingers in her twat. (Shampoo never was a big believer in sex toys, unlike Ukyō. She favored the real thing over a dildo.)
“Aiyaaaaahhh... Luan Ma is fucking me! Luan Ma is pushing his warrior rod in Ranran’s Jade Gate!” “No fair! Linlin should have been first!” “Don’t worry...” Ranma interjected. “Your turn will come soon.”
Grabbing firmly Ranran’s bottom, Ranma pushed his own hips forward, further impaling the pre-teen on his shaft. Like he expected, there was no hymen to get in the way. The two martial artists were way too active for that. The girl mewled lengthily, and then bit her lips to silent herself. She was still softly cooing and sobbing under her breath afterward, her young face screwed in cute bliss. She was feeling the meaty, male intruder spreading the tight tunnel of her no-longer-virgin female sex, squeezing the tender folds around its girth. It was overwhelming, scary, a bit painful too, but also exhilarating.
“Aiya... no move... please... Luan Ma... it hurts!” she finally pleaded, temporarily putting aside her pride. “Does it, now? But you are a Joketsuzoku Warrior, aren’t you? Enduring pain is a whole part of your training, no?” Ranma retorted. “Is... is true... but... aaa...” she hiccupped. “Don’t worry.” Ranma softly said. He leaned forward, covering both twins with his large frame, hugging Ranran from behind and pressing her small body against his bigger one. “It’ll be alright once you get used to it. I won’t move until you feel like you can take it. Then I’ll make love to you and your sister, and you won’t regret it.”
Ranran nodded solemnly, tears in her eyes. Linlin, beneath them, was hoping her sister wouldn’t take too long... she wanted her turn. That is, she wanted this horrible deed the two adults were forcing upon them to be over as soon as possible. Yes, that’s right.
However, even if Ranma kept his promise and no longer moved his hips for now, he wasn’t entirely idle. His hands were slipping between the twins’ chests, and the finger gently began to play with the nipples, both pair of them, as the breasts were already mashed together. He was also kissing Ranran’s neck, blowing air behind her ear, and generally teasing her in the tender ways Cologne-chan taught him. The two girls were softly moaning and panting, though the noises made by Linlin were more from frustration than her sister’s.
Finally, the heat and arousal pooling in Ranran’s belly were winning over the quickly-receding pain, and she let it know. “Is... is good now... Ranran ready... it’s not hurting any more... Luan Ma can...”
Ranma straightened a bit, and then grabbed again her plush backside. “You mean, I can do this?” With a tentative move forward, he pushed his hard wood into what little space was left of the girl’s vagina, touching her cervix. Ranran squealed, but almost immediately her breathing hastened and she moaned “YES!” enthusiastically.
With a knowing smirk, the Saotome boy then started riding for good his new conquest, slipping his rigid pole in and out of her snug hole. He struggled a little with her tightness, constantly reminding himself that it was her first time and that he needed to be careful. But he had now accepted the fact that Joketsuzoku youngsters were sexually mature sooner than he’d have expected, and Ranran was obviously enjoying herself.
In truth, with every slow thrust in the gushing womanhood, the green-haired girl seemed to become more and more delirious. Her inarticulate, gasping moans were just nondescript at first, but now they betrayed sheer bliss and lustful elation. Linlin, underneath her sister, had a front seat for this and couldn’t miss it. She was also starting to get pissed off, as she wanted her turn. Especially with the way the two lovers were grinding against her. This was enough to maintain Linlin aroused, but of course far from allowing her any release. The pink-haired girl glared at her twin. By now, Ranran was arching her back to better respond to Ranma’s rocking, which gave her twin a bit more freedom of movement. “Yes, yes, we get it, you like, now CUM ALREADY!” Linlin angrily grumbled. Saying so, she also grabbed both of sister’s small breasts in her hands and began squeezing them. The result wasn’t long to come, and neither was Ranran.
“AIYYAAAA! YES! SO GOOD! LINLIN! LUAN MA! SHAN PŪ!!!”
Ranma buried himself deeply in response to the love hole being wracked by spasms around his shaft. He still didn’t climax himself, confirming his theory about the erection pressure point. This wasn’t reducing his pleasure much, however. Fucking Ranran was thoroughly enjoyable, and he could bet the same would be true with Linlin.
After her orgasm and a short while spent shaking, the green-haired girl simply slumped atop her sister, panting. The latter began to squirm underneath, unhappy from this turn of event. “Ranran! Move, you heavy...” Linlin grumbled in annoyance.
Ranma pulled out his priapic organ from the well-fucked vagina, which produced an obscene suction sound when it popped out. Female juices immediately dribbled from the temporarily distended cunt, onto the still-virgin one of the sister beneath. It wasn’t about to stay untouched for long, though, if the Saotome boy had any say in that.
Not wanting to let Linlin become too impatient, Ranma lost no time aligning his rigid shaft with her vulva. He carefully pried the tiny slit open with the tip of his fingers to better nest the bulbous glans between the outer labia.
Linlin gasped in what sounded genuine panic. Despite her raging need and willingness, fuelled by the good screwing her twin received while in very intimate contact with her, she was having understandable second thoughts. “Aiya! Ranran, you move or Luan Ma is going to rape me too!”
But her sister, still a bit out of it after the bliss she experienced, was already forgetting they were supposed to fight it, or at least pretend. Ranran, her expression betraying her well-fucked state, just faced her sibling and kissed her deeply. “Linlin will enjoy it... you’ll see...” she promised.
Now that there was no chance of escape for the pink-haired girl, Ranma began pushing his prick in her defenseless sex. The glans slipped between the well-lubricated folds, spreading both inner and outer lips and claiming another virginity. Like her sister, whatever was left of her hymen offered no resistance to the boy’s conquering tool. Linlin gasped, her whole body tensing; then she shook from head to toes despite being pinned under Ranran’s weight.
Ranma-kun grabbed her spread legs under the knees, to make sure his thrusts wouldn’t make the girl move on the bed. He also used this renewed grip to better impale her on his teenage rod. Linlin bit her lips to stifle her scream. Ranran could swear she could feel a bulge in her sister’s lower belly, pressing against her mons. Had she been that distended, too, when Ranma claimed her? She had a hard time believing it.
The Saotome boy wanted to give Linlin the same courtesy as with her twin, and let her enough time to get used to his manhood spreading her private parts. But he was also running low on patience. And worst, he wasn’t sure he could thrust his latest conquest to be honest about her feelings. She could just lie and pretend not liking it out of warrior maiden pride... or on the contrary minimize the pain she was experiencing from sheer bullheadedness.
Still, it was just polite to ask. “Are you feeling okay? Does it hurt? Or should I start pounding for good?” Ranma inquired. “I... Linlin... no... you...” she stammered in answer. “So?” the boy insisted. “Just fuck her already!” Ranran interjected. This earned her a dark glare from her twin, but she added nothing but a groan.
Ranma smirked. Still, he gave a good, deserved slap to Ranran’s tushie, saying, “Your sister is gonna hate you for that if she wasn’t ready, you know. Oh, well...”
No longer wasting time, the pigtailed lover began trusting rhythmically into Linlin’s snug pussy, eliciting a long, drown-out gasp from the pink-haired girl. This was followed by many inarticulate noises coming from her mouth. They sounded vaguely disapproving, or pained, or maybe even threatening, but it was hard to tell. Coming from a freshly deflowered preteen, they could just as well be of pleasure.
Yet, Ranma didn’t like being unsure, even if Linlin’s body language, and the wetness of her hole, were dead giveaways. At least with Ranran, she made no secret how much she enjoyed herself. This gave Saotome an idea. Without warning, he pulled out of the pink-haired girl’s cunny, to suddenly fill out the still-leaking twat of her green-haired sister atop.
Ranran let out a quite undignified squeal, but it turned very fast into delighted moans from being stuffed again. Underneath, Linlin seemed quite distraught.
“Why Luan Ma stop? Why Luan Ma stop!? Ranran fucked enough already!” she protested.
Ranma’s grin turned wide, which earned him a dark look from Cologne-chan. He did notice that the twin’s Japanese was just getting worst when sexually frustrated.
“What?” he nonchalantly spoke. “You didn’t sound like you were having fun, unlike your sister... so I just thought I should rather focus on the one who’s truly enjoying herself...”
“That good idea!” Ranran exclaimed, eyes rolling and mouth drooling.
“No! Put it back! Ranran just slut! Linlin will do better! Linlin will enjoy self too if Luan Ma put big purple worm back in its place...”
Feeling triumphant, Ranma slipped out of Ranran’s love hole, to the naughty little girl’s disappointment. He penetrated again Linlin’s welcoming vagina, eliciting another squeal, this one slightly more controlled. Following this, the moans and pants coming from the pink-haired Nychezu youngster were much less ambiguous.
Emboldened by this seal of approval, Ranma proceeded to properly fuck her brains out. Rocking his hips in a slowly increasing rhythm, he made good use of Cologne-chan lovemaking lessons. Taking advantage of the abundant juices bathing his prick, he mashed the warm sensitive folds of the inner sex, hitting every sensitive nook and cranny the elder made him learn by rote. Pumping his engorged shaft in and out of the so-snug flesh tunnel, he took away Linlin’s last shreds of innocence. He never stopped until he made sure she was thoroughly ravaged, turning into putty, and experiencing her very first coital orgasm.
(Posted Wed, 04 Jan 2012 10:56)
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