Ranma Does Nerima: Foursome Is an Even Number [Episode 79402]

If Nabiki had been worried that her little sister wouldn’t get into the game, Akane had quickly crushed that notion.  The youngest daughter may be the loudest in protesting she wasn’t a pervert, but once her motor get running she was quite the wildcat.  She even turned around and got rid of Nabiki’s clothes herself; tearing away tank top, shorts and underwear like they were paper hankies.  The mercenary girl didn’t care; she’d just put this on Akane’s tab.

Now that there was no more obstruction between the sisters’ bodies, they mashed their flushed skin together.  Akane’s perky breasts rubbed Nabiki’s full ones, dark brown nipples fencing.  They kissed, deeply, messily, with tongues wrestling and exploring the other’s mouth; Akane no less aggressively than her bisexual incestuous partner.  Still in a face-to-face seated position, they were doing their best to entwine shapely legs, so that both their needy womanhoods met.  Akane started to hump her hips to bring more sensations, stroking Nabiki’s pussy with her own.  The latter grabbed her sister’s round bottom with both hands, lifting it and squeezing the buttocks with all her might.  A pair of puffy, red, wet, blood-engorged cunts pressed and mingled as if trying to merge, exchanging fluids and pleasure in a heated lovemaking.

Despite their shared passion, they were both glancing frequently at the other couple.  Kasumi was still trying to inhale more of the monster in her hungry mouth.  Ranma-kun was watching with a silly expression of utter bliss on his face.  He had pushed himself to a half-seated position with one arm, the other resting a hand on the brunette’s head, gently stroking her hair.  Kasumi was distending her jaw as wide as humanly possible to engulf the biggest cock she’d ever blown.  A bulge could be seen forming in her neck as her throat accepted it.

Ranma moaned loudly in what could only be a warning for a thunderous ejaculation.  But, to his great dismay, she suddenly stopped applying the wonderful pressure on his main erogenous organ.  With a pop, her hot, wet mouth let go of his bulbous head, glistening trails of drool linking them.  Kasumi coughed a bit, gulped and massaged her chin, sucking long breath of air.

“No... please... don’t stop... that was so great...” whined Ranma like a starved man denied his first meal in weeks.

“Oh... I’m sorry but... that wouldn’t do...” apologetically answered Kasumi.  Ranma whimpered; his great puppy eyes, full of tears, implored her to resume.  The pretty young woman then smiled warmly, “I don’t want to dirty my clothes...”

And so, Kasumi stood up and started to untie her blouse, button after button, under Ranma’s stunned gaze.  The boy couldn’t help but leer, drool escaping the corner of his mouth.  His eyes darted from two moaning lesbians enjoying each other, to the mature, beautiful girl casually doing a striptease.

Nabiki noticed this too.  Still licking her sister’s face, she gently turned it toward the boy so that Akane could watch too.  “Look, Akane-chan... Kasumi-oneechan left the field open.  Don’t you want to claim it?  Do you want to get your first taste of cock?” she whispered, her hands not relenting their gentle caresses.

Akane sighed in pleasure.  Nabiki’s fingers, toying with her ass checks, cleft and rosebud, were quite distracting.  Still, she huffed and said, “Don’t be silly, Nabiki-oneechan.  I’m not a virgin...”

Oops!  Akane almost slapped a hand on her mouth.  It was the truth, but not something she would have wanted her older sister to know.  She was not good at keeping a secret, and too good at starting gossip.

Nabiki smirked.  She had her suspicions, but yet to get some proof until her little sis betrayed herself.  “Truly?  And who was the lucky boy?  No... finally I won’t pry.”
Increasing her ministrations on Akane’s backside, she slipped a finger in the puckered anus, eliciting a gasp.  Bodies still pressed in a Sapphic embrace, Nabiki expertly wrecked havoc on Akane’s pleasure centers to batter her resistance.  “But then... why are you afraid of Mr. Horse-Dick there?  Maybe it’s too much for you?  Maybe you can’t take it?”

Akane moaned, close to orgasm, when her sadist of a sister suddenly stopped.  Panting, she almost begged her to continue, when she caught the question.  As well as the hook.  “I ain’t afraid of no boy!”

“Then, prove it,” simply challenged Nabiki.  She was fairly high herself, but tricking her imōto-chan into doing the ecchi with a boy — while getting it on tape — was worth it.

“Okay!  I’ll do it!” determinedly professed Akane.  Line, and stinker.  She had obviously forgotten about the camcorder, just like Nabiki had hoped.  The mercenary Tendō willed her smile to not spread to her whole face.

Meanwhile, Kasumi-oneechan had made good progress, under the fascinated gaze of Ranma-kun.  First went off the blouse, followed by the light shirt.  This uncovered her nice upper half, chest still clad in a black, lacy bra.  The undergarment seemed to have trouble containing the full breasts hidden beneath; a smaller nub poked each cup in the center of a pair of darker spots that could be seen through the sheer material.

More delicate skin was soon to be displayed when Kasumi untied her skirt and let it drop on the floor.  She was turning away from Ranma while doing so, not only giving him a view of her long, toned legs, but also of her round, perfect derrière.  It was clad in the smallest panties the boy had ever seen; black and lacy just like her bra, but barely covering the buttocks.  Unblinking, Ranma was ruining his eyes staring at the twin expanses of unmarred flesh, no trace of tan line shadowing the two moons.

Already barefoot, Kasumi had only her lingerie left before her full nakedness was unveiled.  Turning sideway, she smiled at Ranma-kun and unhooked her bra from the front.  The cups hanging, she demurely covered her bosom with one arm, knowing quite well the enticing effect of anticipation.  Turning again her back to the hunk, she slid the straps off of her shoulders and then casually dropped the undergarment.  Facing Ranma anew, her arms crossed over her chest, she smiled warmly at the madly aroused boy.

Kasumi’s show had been enough to distract Ranma of the other girls.  At least, until Akane crawled on all four on his left side, and started lavish her attention to his cock.  After a short hesitation, during which she appraised its size and sniffed the musky scent of his arousal, she warily extended a hand toward the shaft, as if scared it would bite her.  Trembling fingers closing around the wide rod, she discovered her hand was too small to entirely circle it.  Gulping, Akane leaned her head further and stuck her tongue out.

Ranma’s awareness snapped (with difficulty) from the teasing Kasumi to her younger sister.  His face showed a bit of puzzlement, but he was glad that the first friend he’d made when arriving here wasn’t mad about him after all.  Almost on autopilot, his free hand reached out and landed on Akane’s ass.  The girl almost jumped out, blinked, but finally decided against yelling.  Sighing, she resumed licking the Saotome mast, marveling at how big it was compared to Tōfū-sensei’s.  The tip of her tongue lazily tasted the pliant skin; trekking down the base of the tower, it continued on the surface of the large balls, wiggling around the sparse hairs.  Ranma’s fingers cupped her butt cheek in response, inspiring moans and ragged breathing from both.

Nabiki was quick to join, kneeling between Ranma’s legs and licking her lips greedily.  She swiftly attacked the other side of his piece of male meat.  She didn’t mind being seen on the film too.  She could still edit it later, blurring the faces for the Web teasers or the local market.  The uncensored version she reserved for abroad Internet sell.  With a body like hers, it would be a shame not to show it off.

An opinion shared by her oneechan, obviously.  Although quite pleased that her sisters had stopped their little lesbian games to get to the real thing, she was a bit jealous too.  It was hers, her new toy, she’d seen it first... well, Akane had, actually, but still Kasumi claimed it first.  She whished they’d let her get the first share of that wondrous, big, tasty, meaty, one-eyed monster of a horse dick.  Not that the rest of the beefy boy wasn’t nice, of course.

Still, she had something to finish.  Smiling brightly, she brought back Ranma’s gaze on her by bending down, this time not masking her breasts any longer.  The scrumptious melons were hanging loosely from her chest, shaking with every little move, mesmerizing the boy.  She then hooked both thumbs on the side of her tiny thong panties, slowly sliding them down her hips, ass, then legs.  Ranma stared as her mouth-wavering triangle of love was bared.  It was hairless; just like her sisters she shaved regularly.  Kasumi’s tidiness extending up there, and it was so much enjoyable during sex.  She then stepped out of her panties and walked closer to the pigtailed martial artist, a cute sway to her hips.  The woman’s labial lips seemed to wink at him, the puffy folds gaping slightly to let escape a few drops of her lubricant.

Saotome breathed hard.  It was even better than the very best of his wet dreams.  Although the worthless being he used to call ‘father’ had taken great care in keeping the boy clueless, Ranma was still a healthy teenager with natural urges for his gender (and lots and lots of hormones, if the size of his endowment was any indication).  He had lacked a clear idea of what to do with those urges until recently, when he acquired his Jusenkyō curse.  He discovered after this that looking at the naked body of his girl side in a mirror was indeed quite pleasing.  Touching said body was also interesting, in a weird and frightening way.

However, if Ranma had realized at this point that watching nude girls was a desirable thing, with Ranma-chan there was the problem that his (her) excitement was expressing itself in entirely unknown ways.  He was, for lack of better terms, lacking the equipment to truly enjoy it.  So he (she) never dared to push the experiments too far, aside from the fear that the stupid panda would surprise her (him).  And before today, the opportunities to peep on women in any state of undress had been very few.  Sure, that Shampoo chick had nice legs, but it was hard to get a good look at them while she was so busy trying to kill her (him) at the same time.

Now, however, he had THREE girls, entirely in the buff before him, and entirely willing to do ecchi things with the overwhelmed boy.  All of them quite beautiful, each in her own category.  Akane’s strong shape, wiry muscles rolling under the skin, like he could feel under his groping hand, but yet so soft and cute-looking.  The shorter-haired one (he still didn’t know Nabiki or Kasumi’s name), with her smirking face, guiltless attitude, not to forget her sexy bod, that he could guess was quite supple.  And finally the older one, gentle and heart-warming in her demeanor, but with a mature body that you could kill for — and she obviously was the naughtier of the three.

He had guessed long ago, from the way his twitching prick had been reacting, that there was a correlation between the exposure to female nudity and the process of erection.  He was pretty sure of it, by now, since with this overwhelming display of womanly pulchritude, his pee-pee was harder than it had ever been.  The towering log was on the verge of exploding, the skin so tense over the throbbing, blood-saturated flesh that it was painful.  The contact of the girls’ lips and tongues where only making things worse.

Ranma gasped for air in blissful agony, his hand clawing Akane’s butt, eliciting a startled moan from the girl.  Kasumi had just kneeled back on the boy’s right side, seizing again the formidable shaft between her hands.  “Akane-chan, Nabiki-chan, I’m so glad you joined us.  But I must caution you, Mr. Horsey here was very close to release before, I think it can happen any time now....”

Kasumi’s warning proved to be prophetic.  No sooner than the older girl had lowered her head and kissed the top of Ranma’s mighty rod of power, the bulbous head inflated against her lips.  Sticky, white cum erupted from the pee hole and shot inside her mouth, with such strength that it surprised her.  She reflexively pulled her head backward, and the next spurts landed on her chin, her cheeks, her brows, covering her face...

Although Kasumi was almost addicted to the taste of manly come, loving its salty flavor on her tongue and the creamy texture when it rolled down her throat, here the pressure was too much.  Ranma’s manhood was delivering thick streams of sperm like a hose, for longer that she’d ever seen.  More droplets landed on her bosom, but there was enough for her sisters too.  Akane eeped when some man juice landed on her nose, lips, eyes (she closed the eyelids just in time) and more stray shots on her breasts.  Nabiki eagerly moved forward, mouth open, to catch as much of the latest spurts she could, receiving also a buck-cake worth of the spunk.

“Oh my...” whispered Kasumi once the shower of Saotome seed was finished.  She scooped some sperm from her glistening boobs and licked it with gusto, slurping on her sticky fingers with a delighted expression.  “That was something... I do hope Mr. Horsey isn’t too tired after this...”

“Gah!  I got this... stuff all over me...!” complained Akane, disgusted.  Tōfū-sensei had never shot in her face like that!  At least he was gentleman enough to let her swallow...

“I’ll clean you, imōto-chan...” purred Nabiki, slinking toward her sister and clamping her mouth on the creamed breasts, that Akane didn’t even dare to touch.  The youngest gasped, then moaned as her nipples were mercilessly sucked along with the cum Nabiki devoured.

Ranma, regaining his breath and his senses after that great climax, watched with awe the two girls going at it again, almost toppling on top of his body.  Also, Kasumi lied down next to him and smiled warmly, promising more pleasures to come.