[Episode 254627] [Episode 254627]
“Wait, no, wait, wait, wait, no, no—” Akane begged while wiggling her hips away from Ranma’s aggressive manhood. Since she had her back to the wall, she had nowhere to crawl but up, which she did by pushing with one leg on the edge of the furo.
Ranma sighed inwardly. He had somehow been expecting Akane’s nerves to crack at any time. This wasn’t surprising him. Well, if she was truly and definitely a lesbian, he wasn’t about to rape her just to get some payback. Even though he was really horny right now, he wasn’t that kind of creep....
“It... we... it’s... not safe here... we... should... go elsewhere... where we can’t... be found out by anyone walking in!” Akane then frantically argued, her face very red and the rest of her nude body shaking with nervousness.
Ranma blinked. “Hu?” She wasn’t protesting against the idea of the penetration, just the spot where they would do it? Then, he still had all his chances. His mind now back in the gutter, Ranma soon was over his hesitancies.
“Oh... okay, tomboy. I’ll concede you got a point. You’re not just trying to stall, right?”
“Of course not, you perv! I’ll keep my word if you keep yours. But here, it’s really too risky...” Akane reasserted.
“Mooo...” Temari pouted, clearly disatisified to have to wait for the show. This earned her a glare from her friend, and a smirk from the male.
“All right, let’s relocate to your bedroom, then.” Ranma conceded. Picking up Akane’s towel from the floor, he threw it to his nude fiancée. He also grabbed his own strewn clothes and put them in the hamper, before fetching a small towel for his own hips.
“Wait a minute!” Akane stopped him as Ranma was reaching the door. “Aren’t we going to get clothed first?”
“To strip again as soon as we’re in the room? That’s no use, and I don’t have the patience for this, Akane...”
“But somebody could spot us! This is going to look very suspicious if we sneak around in the house wearing just towels....”
Ranma shrugged. “Well, I don’t know where our fathers are... so it’s just Kasumi and Nabiki...” He trailed off under Akane’s glare, seeing her point. “Yeah, okay, if Nabiki spot us, that could be bad. I say, we’ll just send Temari-chan ahead to see if the coast is clear. You agree, kiddo?”
Temari nodded her head enthusiastically, glad to be useful. Akane looked still a bit uncertain, but had to concede. It would be much less attention-worthy if only the younger girl was found traipsing around in a towel. At best, Kasumi would give her a gentle scolding. Nabiki probably wouldn’t care. And the girl obviously didn’t mind at all; for proof, when she bolted out of the bathroom, she was fast enough for the wind to lift up the terry cloth and flash her backside to the teenagers. Akane gave Ranma another glare.
A few minutes later, Temari showed up again in the hallway and waved her arm, signifying to the couple that the way was safe.
Ranma confidently walked out, but Akane was obviously reluctant, insistently looking right and left. The Saotome boy was in no mood to let her take her time, though. He grabbed her hand and pulled her along toward the stairs. Akane was forced to follow, again blushing fiercely. She couldn’t push out of her mind how bad this would look. What if Temari had been mistaken and they bumped into someone? What kind of lame pretext could they find to explain their attire?
But this didn’t happen — perhaps to Akane’s disappointment. This would be her last hope to wiggle out of this without looking like she was chickening. Maybe she should start running... or beating Ranma to a pulp... but then he could ruin her life by telling everything he knew about the masquerade. Sure, Sôun was a big crybaby pushover, but he was still her daddy and could be quite scary when in full fatherly mode. Not to mention Nabiki would never cease teasing her about it. And furthermore, Akane couldn’t bear the thought of Kasumi being displeased with her.
Lost in her thoughts, Akane barely even noticed she was being dragged along upstairs, and finally they ended before her door. She realized she had missed her last opportunity to change her mind, while Ranma pushed her inside.
Temari also zipped in and jumped on the bed, taking a kneeling position at the head and looking intently at the teenager, impatiently waiting for their next move.
Akane turned around and stood in the middle of the room, her cheeks red and her mouth pursed indecisively. “Hu...”
Ranma was having none of her renewed bashfulness. Putting the deed on hold had been hard enough already, even though it was indeed safer in this room, especially once he locked the door. But he was too horny to tolerate the tomboy trying to wiggle out of it.
One swift move and the boy whisked Akane’s towel from her body. His fiancée, despite having bared it all earlier, instinctively covered herself while “eep”ing.
“You pervert! You don’t have to be so crass!” she angrily protested.
“Don’t play coy with me, Akane. You’ve sucked my dick, you’ve got your snatch licked... now, what would be really crass is to leave me with blue balls.” he said, discarding his own loincloth.
To the girl’s distress, the short interruption hadn’t compromised his erection. In fact, he looked even more aroused than before. Temporarily hypnotized by this menacing snake, Akane was caught flatfooted when Ranma suddenly zipped very close to her. She instinctively tried to back off, but her arms — still in position to cover her chest and crotch — weren’t helping.
The Saotome martial artist followed with a quick throw, which propelled the naked tomboy toward the bed, where she bounced once with a yelp. Temari enthusiastically cheered and applauded.
Akane wanted to get up, but Ranma was atop of her in a flash, and his hands seized her wrists and immobilized them above her head.
The Tendô girl whimpered, her whole expanse of skin flushing from the presence of a warm, manly, firm body covering hers. Not that it elicited anything special to her lesbian frame of mind, she told herself.
“C’mon, Akane, stop being uncute. You agreed to this... time to keep your word.” Ranma said, leering.
“You bast—” she began, but was cut off by her fiancé’s lips crashing on her own. “Grumffff...” Akane groaned in his mouth while struggling. She hadn’t agreed to kissing! Kissing was for people she cared about... girls she cared about, specifically.
But her efforts where for naught... Ranma’s tongue was soon wiggling against her own, their saliva mixing in the most obscene way. Akane felt powerless to resist, and worst she was growing more and more aroused from this. This, however, renewed her defiance; gathering her willpower against the rising excitement, she clenched her jaw and tried to bite his tongue.
However, Ranma’s keen danger sense warned him in time, and he retracted the muscle just a split-second before the teeth closed on it. The result was for Akane’s to only hit her own raspberry.
“OW!! Sonofabi—” Akane yelped, tears in her eyes.
Ranma looked down at his fiancée with a mix of worry and pity. “Damn, Tomboy, you’re a klutz even when it comes to fucking...”
“Thut up!” she retorted, her pretty face half-twisted.
“I guess I’ll have to provide most of the stimulation by myself...” he then pondered.
“I thaid thut up... mmmmmmhhhh....”
Akane’s latest grumbling devolved into a moan when her fiancé moved aback a little and diverted his attention to her breasts. He molested them tenderly but thoroughly, pawing the right one between his fingers while licking the other tit. His tongue circled the nipple; then his mouth closed on the pinkish-brown areola and slurped on it greedily, as if trying to swallow the tender flesh.
“Aaaaaaahhhhaaaaa—mmmmmhhhhhnnnnn.... don’t... don’t pull... on it... sho hard, you brute! It ain’t gonna give milk!” Akane added between her ashamed groans of uncontrolled pleasure.
“Yes, it’s true, Ranma-kun...” Temari intervened, sounding serious. “Akane-chan told me the same thing last time I tried...” she added helpfully
Ranma, his mouth full, smirked. He unclamped it from the teat and glanced at the younger girl. “But I bet that hasn’t stopped you for keeping it up, right?”
“Yes, but Akane-chan called me a big baby...” she said a bit embarrassedly.
“You two... are just... the same... mental age!” Akane managed to quip, irked.
“Oh yeah...?” Ranma droned, turning back to fiancée’s face. “Does this feel immature to you, Akane?”
And with this little warning, Ranma hooked his middle finger and slipped in inside her drooling slit, his palm rubbing the hood protecting the clitoris in the same move.
Akane let out a loud gasp, which soon devolved into a lengthy moan, her whole body shivering. Ranma began thrusting into her cunt and added a second digit, insuring that the erotic sounds coming from her mouth weren’t dying down soon.
“My, for someone who’s supposedly not liking this, Akane, you’re really drenched down there....” Ranma teased.
The only answer was an annoyed grunt. He had picked the interest of Temari, though, who moved down the bed to get a better look at her friend’s vulva.
“Whoa! He’s right, Akane-chan, you cunny is dripping! Even more than when you taught me how to lick it....”
Akane, although unable to respond intelligibly, was more and more thinking that Temari had earned herself a good spanking later for letting so much incriminating things slip.
“You’re sure she’s not peeing, Ranma-kun?” the tyke asked.
“Oh no, I don’t think so. But she’s quite ready, on the other hand.”
Temari was about to ask, ready for what?, but then she remembered Ranma alluding earlier to the big event. Comfortably laying her front on the bed next to the teenagers, she steadied her head with her arms and waved her legs, impatiently waiting for the show.
Ranma wasn’t about to disappoint. Extirpating his fingers from the needy cunny, he repositioned himself. Akane let out a sigh, and before she had fully recovered her wits, her fiancé was already atop, the tip of his male organ rubbing her glistening outer lips.
“Wha... Ranma, NO! You can’t...”
“Relax, Akane. I know what I’m doing.”
And he demonstrated by swiftly but cleanly wedging the bulbous head past the vulva, and penetrating her warm inside. Akane gasped, but it was more from the crashing realization of what they were doing than any true pain. She not being a virgin, at least in the purely physical sense, and very well prepared thanks to Ranma’s fingering, the discomfort was minimal. And besides, she was a martial artist, she could take it rough.
No, what truly overwhelmed her was the thought she was having sex with a male member of the species, something she’d sworn would never happen sometimes during the assaults of the Hentai Horde. She had no way to shut off her brain and try to deny the presence of one firm slab of meat within her loins.
“You.... You’re RAPING ME!” she protested, tears in her eyes.
“No, Akane, I’m fucking you...” he responded without a pause. “If I were raping you, you’d have already bashed my skull open against the wall. Now, you tomboy, stop babbling and enjoy the ride.”
Holding himself above Akane with both arms planted on the bed on either side of her, Ranma slightly lifted his hips before pushing down again. This brought his straight mast deeper in her love hole, its girth stretching the narrow tunnel wider. The sensitive red folds covering the walls of said tunnel were mashed along the process, bringing unknown sensation to Akane’s mind.
She really wanted to hate him for what he was doing to her, but the sensations were just too much. She tried to remind herself that she loathed males, and that the whole thing should be sheer torture for her, at least intellectually, even if her treacherous body was sending completely contradictory inputs. But even with that, she was too distracted by the pleasure to succeed.
Ranma was now humping rhythmically, pounding into his squirming fiancée and shaking the bed underneath. Akane could no longer stifle her moans despite her desperate attempts at biting her lips. What kind of example were they giving to poor Temari-chan? She was probably already scared for life!
Well, to tell the truth, Temari was certainly fascinated. She was tilting her head as to get a clearer view past Ranma’s obstructing bottom. At first she had trouble seeing anything, but then, he forced Akane’s legs to open wider, and she caught a better look of the mechanics of the thing. Ranma’s penis was like a greased piston that moved regularly in and out of Akane’s distended sex. She also couldn’t help but notice the dangling balls, that waved rhythmically with every thrust, slapping Akane’s lower crotch. The outer labia were red and engorged, and more widely spread than the young girl has thought possible. Could it be that part of the body was so elastic? Even without thinking, Temari touched her own cunny under the towel to check out. Then, she kept her fingers there just out of general principle.
“Whoa, Akane-chan, that look incredible! How can you take so much inside your body? Don’t that hurt?” Temari inquired guilelessly.
Akane wanted to yell that yes, it hurt like hell, to dissuade her young friend to ever try the same thing. But all that escaped her throat was a long sigh of bliss. Damn that Ranma for screwing her like that! Damn him for being so good at it!
Now entirely confident that the experience was nowhere traumatic for Akane (besides her wounded pride), Ranma began to really bang her brains out. Straightening his back and pushing her legs up with a hand under each knee, he kneeled more steadily and started pumping into her at twice the earlier speed. This made Akane wail and her whole body shake steadily. This also blocked Temari’s view, but she was just as much interested in the whole show by now.
Next, Ranma lifted Akane’s left leg higher, until the ankle rested on his shoulder, while he straddled the other. The most amazing part was that he managed this change of position without ever breaking the joining of their loins. And then he resumed pumping, and Akane squealed. The new posture proved ideal for his long shclong to skewer her even more profoundly than before, which she hadn’t believed possible. It was now filling her up all the way to her cervix with every inward thrust. Outwardly, her lower belly was noticeably bulging out at the same time she was filled to the brink.
Akane cursed her own budoka resilience; she was sure Ranma would never had dared fucking a first-timer so hard if she’d been an ordinary girl. Or else, he was a worst monster than she imagined.
Temari, for her part, was entirely mesmerized by the sight. How could Rama-kun’s big peepee could reach so deep inside Akane-chan’s tummy? Was she hollow? Was that some Hammerspace trick like those used by many martial artists around? Curiosity getting the best of her, she crawled closer and put her free hand on Akane’s mons, feeling the big worm move underneath.
Ranma, though busy pounding the Tomboy out of his fiancée, noted the interest of his younger student. He slowed down a little and moved slightly aside to give her better access. “Hey, Temari-chan, you can lick the exposed part of Akane’s sex if you want. I suggest most specially that little button you can see poking out.”
Temari hesitated a little. “It’s true? I can?” Seeing Ranma nod, she moved even closer and tried to reach Akane’s clitoris with the tip of her tongue.
“Why have you...” Akane began to ask, before catching herself. She’s been about to scold him for slowing down, but didn’t want to sound needy. Then her awareness caught up with what the two other were talking about, and craning her neck she got a glimpse of Temari’s face going down on her crotch. Eyes wide, Akane babbled, “What! No, don’t—Aaaaah!”
The jolt of pleasure shooting through Akane’s clit directly into her nervous system, along with Ranma increasing the rhythm of his strokes, shut her up for good.
Temari was licking the upper vulva and clitoral hood, as well as kissing and nibbling the little button itself whenever she could, but she was finding out it was much harder to stay on target when a thick phallus was pumping into the twat at the same time, making the whole thing move around. Yet, she wasn’t letting this discourage her, although she wondered if Akane could even feel her efforts with that amount of distraction.
She shouldn’t have worried, though. Akane was feeling every little bit of stimulation. The rock-hard phallus spearing her loins, the small lips and teeth nibbling on her clitoris, even Ranma’s tongue occasionally licking her bare feet... she was aware of everything. The entire surface of her sweaty skin seemed to have become one big erogenous zone.
At this rhythm, it was no surprise Akane finally surrendered to the bliss, and her whole body crashed down into a mind-blowing orgasm. Temari was startled by a small spray of juice hitting her in the face; it escaped from the upper part of Akane’s slit despite it still being stuffed by Ranma’s prick.
The Tendô girl’s wail was heard all around the residence. Thankfully, Nabiki was out shopping, and the fathers weren’t back yet. Only Kasumi, in the kitchen, paused momentarily, before shrugging it off as a particularly loud Kiai; Akane could be so enthusiastic when she trained....
Akane was panting like a she-dog in a drought. When she came about a little, she caught sight, through her sweaty brows, of Ranma and Temari fixing her, he with a wide grin, she with a quizzical look.
Akane wanted to spill tears of shame, though the only ones wetting her eyes right now were from the pleasure. That would do, though, so she started to pretend sobbing. “Are you happy? *snif* You got what you wanted, now? *snif* So leave me and Temari-chan alone! *sob*”
Ranma blinked, still keeping the position, and then smiled. “What I wanted? Akane, you’re the one who just went through a screaming orgasm. Me? I’m barely getting started.”
“Wha-What? You don’t mean...”
“Oh yeah, I’m not stopping until I’m satsisfied. Don’t worry, I can make it last long, I have the stamina.” he boasted.
Akane was stunned — well, not by Ranma’s ego, she already knew about it, that wasn’t something that could be faked. No, she was stunned that he still wanted to make love... er... to humiliate her after what she’s already gone through. Would he never have enough of making her cum... er... of torturing her with his thick, fat, wondrous... er... disgusting cock?
Men were pigs, she told herself as her fiancé moved, once again preserving their juncture. Ranma forced Akane to rest on her side, and she gasped as she felt the hard penis twist in her vagina as result. He was now lying behind her, his shaft still imbedded in her pussy while he kept her left leg up. Slipping his right hand underneath her armpit, he took hold of a breast. It was as much to increase the sensations for Akane, and to give himself a good grip.
With this new position — which seemed to fascinate Temari — Ranma resumed rocking the Tendô girl, plunging his engorged prick deep into her gushing twat. The younger girl was especially interested in the juices seeping out of Akane’s vulva, splashing her mons and thighs, and by Ranma’s tense, sperm-filled testicles which now wiggled in full view.
“Aaaaahhh... Temari-chan... mmmmhhhh... don’t look... It’s not... gaaaahhh... a spectacle for you!” Akane warned her between sighs and gasps.”
“On the contrary... I think it’s quite instructive for her...” Ranma countered, showing incidentally that he had much better control of his breathing.
It was unsure the pre-teen would have looked away even without the contradictory orders. She was way too mesmerized. And also frigging herself vigorously under her towel, which seemed ready to fall.
Akane let out a groan, which maybe was meant to express her annoyance, but came out as quite blissful in the end. “Get it over already!” she demanded as forcefully she could manage in her posture. She couldn’t take it anymore... she was about to scream her head out in pleasure... I mean, die of shame.
Ranma shrugged, stopping momentarily to rock her world. “Well... if that’s what you want, Akane-chan....” he said offhandedly.
“What...?” Akane muttered as his violating dick finally exited her well-worked pussy. She couldn’t believe how empty she felt... still, she resisted the urge to beg him to put it back.
She needn’t had worried, however. Ranma was just switching position again. Grabbing her sweaty hips, he lifted her bottom up firmly, causing Akane to gasp. Forcing her on her knees, she had now her rear section upward, while her face and breasts were flat on the bead, in what is known as the leapfrog position.
“What are you—AAAAAAAH!” Akane squealed mid-sentence as Ranma penetrated her again. Now kneeling behind her, Ranma could easily pump his thick boner in her quim at a very steady rate, never relenting. This was not just making Akane shake rhythmically, but also the bed and everything that was on it.
“W—wh—whoa!” Temari marveled at the energy they were putting into it. That looked even more heavy exertion than martial arts.
“Aaah — aaah — aaah — aaah — aaah — aaah — aaah...” was all that Akane could say for a while, her exhalations punctuating each of his thrusts. A last, pushed herself up with both arms, lifting her torso and face from the bed. This didn’t change much, though; now her breasts were dangling and waving rhythmically, and the bed cover was no longer muffling her moans.
“How, you prefer it doggy-style, Akane?” Ranma commented mischievously. “Fine by me...” he added, making her rear end slide around his impaling shaft in long strokes, as if she was a roast pig on a spit. The way she opened her mouth to wail, you’d almost believe the tip was about to come out of her throat.
“No... ooooohhh... I d-d-don’t... aaaaaaahhh... stop it... mmmmmmhhh... this position... it’s too degrading!” she pleaded between moans of pleasure and sobs of humiliation.
“Oh come on, Tomboy, I’m almost done. You can take it a bit longer...” Ranma responded, sounding a bit annoyed. He also increased the pace of their coitus, pounding in her like a jackhammer. Now Akane was really shaking from head to toes, her nude, sweaty body trembling from the impact, her head and boobs swaying like a pendulum under the regular assault. From her mouth, nothing but short gasps and coos were coming out, marking every time that Ranma bottomed in her gushing twat. She was beyond articulated speech.
Clawing at the bedding, Akane wouldn’t have believed it could get better... I mean, worse. But then, Ranma leaned forward and took hold of her wrists, and then backward again, pulling her arms along behind her back. She let out a long sigh of surprise as her upper body was forced to bend a bit. If Ranma was setting up the pace before, now he had complete control of her body! He could ram in her quim while holding her in place, and had no intention to deprive himself of the pleasure. Once, twice, thrice, he slammed his meaty bludgeon all the way in. Akane could only scream in shameful bliss from each impact.
Downstairs, Kasumi paused again. Akane really was going all out today. She’d probably be sore after this bout of sparring....
Ranma was not surprised that his fiancée could be a screamer. It was time to put an end to this, though. He could tell Akane was on the verge of another big one, and he was close to climaxing himself too. He only owed to his training under (well, above too) Cologne-chan to have so much control. Timing his own release with the beginning of Akane’s orgasm, he groaned loudly — while the girl, on the other hand, turned uncharacteristically quiet.
If Akane had been in her right mind, the sudden flush of manly come she could feel in her vagina would have panicked her. She would have begged him to pull it out, to not impregnate her, to please make her pregnant, you perverted bastard, and other niceties.
Except that Akane was in no shape to chew him out. The feeling of her fiancé’s hot sperm flooding her vagina multiplied the intensity of her own climax. Her breathing blocked from the intensity of the feeling, she saw the whole world turning white. Both before her widened eyes behind her matted brows, and inside her brain too.
She could tell that some of the spunk was seeping out of her thoroughly-fucked cunt... some more splashed on her buttocks when Ranma’s cock exited her slit, as he let go of her and she was herself slumping forward. But besides those merely intellectual observations, she wasn’t thinking anything about it. She plain and simply welcomed the blissful unconsciousness that followed the overstimulation.
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