Ranma Does Nerima: A Fast Learner [Episode 80867]

“Akane-chan, Nabiki-chan, here you are!” exclaimed the Tendō mother when she saw her daughters.

“Have you...” she started, but stopped when she saw that Akane was currently leaning against Nabiki, an arm around her sister’s shoulder to stay upright.  She blinked in surprise, taking also note of their rather untidy states.  Akane was disheveled, sweaty and obviously not bathed despite coming from the bathroom; her gi was in disarray and stained in the pants.  Nabiki was a bit fresher, but looked not entirely innocent either.  Since her little sister had shredded her clothes, she had no choice but to pick Akane’s oversized T-shirt (that the youngest had prepared for when she’d have finished bathing).  It covered her hips and buttocks and a bit of her thighs, but it was still easy to guess she was naked underneath. 

Kimiko frowned and crossed her arms.  “What has happened to you two?  Akane-chan, are you all right?”

Akane flushed bright red, but Nabiki’s quick thinking saved her from further embarrassment.  “Oh, Akane-chan just strained a muscle between the legs while training in the dōjō.  You know, overextending while trying to do high kicks and that sort of things.  So I’m helping her getting to her room for some rest...”

Motherly concern for her youngest had Kimiko immediately forget her suspicions and current ‘mission.’  “Oh my poor baby!  Are you hurting?  Oh, but we should put something there to ease the pain... an unguent or soothing balm... there must be some in the bathroom...”

Akane’s blush was lighting the room with a red glow, but Nabiki just chuckled nervously and hastily interjected: “Nonononono... that’s already done... Kasumi-onēchan and I took care of that... Akane-chan got... plenty of cream between her legs... don’t worry.”

While her sisters had some troubles stalling their mother in the hallway, Kasumi had unwisely dropped on her knees to lick the little puddle of sperm Akane had left behind her, post-coitus.  The young woman’s tidiness, added to her slight addiction to the taste of male spunk (Ranma’s especially), would be her downfall.  She was hurrying to lap the yummy sperm on the wet, impermeable floor, but doing so she was too engrossed to pay attention to anything else.

If Kasumi had agreed so easily to let the boy go, it was not solely because she heard her mom’s voice.  Watching Akane bounce atop of that humongous rod had left her in a quasi-delirious state, and she’d been waiting her turn with trepidation.  Such a huge member was a dream come true for a size queen like her.  However, as tempted she’d been to give it a ride even while running the risk of being found by her mother, she renounced if for a very simple reason:

She’d never seen any boy able to get it back in working order shortly after ejaculating twice in a row.  Well, with the exception of Tōfū-sensei, but the doctor knew plenty of incredible shiatsu techniques, like those erection and rejuvenation pressure points.  With anybody else, she’d never expect such an inhuman feat.  Especially with the big loads ‘Mr. Horsey’ generously offered them.  No man could conceivably be gifted with both size and stamina.  And Kasumi had no interest in settling for a quickie with some half-flaccid cock, even huge; that wouldn’t be fun for either of them.  She wanted the full, royal treatment of his mighty shaft, back to full hardness.

That’s why Kasumi was unprepared for what was coming next.  Ranma-kun had been more than a little disoriented by this day.  First, the announcement he was going to get a fiancée... then the baka panda dragging him here as a girl... making friend with Akane, beating her in a sparring match... then the fated bathroom encounter and the three sisters jumping him... and finally getting even friendlier with Akane-chan....

However, Ranma certainly had learned something interesting today.  That sex was good.  That watching girls undress was great, having girls suck and lick on his pee-pee was pleasurable, and last but lot least having a girl sat on his large, throbbing member and slid her maddeningly tight sheath around it to bounce up and down until he came and empty his aching balls in her twat was AMAZING!

So, it was no surprise that Ranma would be unwilling to leave now.  That the formerly virgin and clueless boy would want more.  That Kasumi, who for all accounts started all of this, and probably excited him the most with her hands, mouth and wanton striptease, would attract him enormously.  That the sight of her naked rump enticingly waving would make him snap into a lustful daze.

What could be a surprise, however, was for his out-of-the-norm phallus to come back to life, only a few minutes after the latest orgasms.  That the great ram would straighten once again, blood pumping into the porous tissues to bring it back to full mast.  That in no time, the Wild Horse would be ready for another round with a new mare.

A little hint of drool at the edge of his leering mouth, Ranma-kun took one step forward.  Carefully kneeling between Kasumi’s spread legs, his hands darted forward and grabbed the beautiful chick by the hips.  She blinked, a bit startled by this, but had no time to protest before it was too late.  Diverting his right hand to target correctly his Weapon of Mass Insemination, Ranma brought the large, bulbous head in contact with Kasumi’s twat.

“Wha...?” whispered the eldest Tendō daughter, more from astonishment than real protest, though.

Fortunately, Ranma had watched diligently while fucking Akane’s brains out, and he sure spotted which was the right hole for the job.  Kasumi’s rosy, puckered hole was immediately disqualified as being too small to receive his meaty log.  He aimed right at her puffy, glistening vulva, dripping from the copious lubricant juices. That was the result of her arousal, from giving him head to masturbating while watching the blessed stranger cure her little sister of her unnatural lesbian leanings.  In not so many words, Kasumi was wet.  Very wet.

“Hoooooo...” breathlessly whispered the brunette as Wang the Conqueror entered her fertile valley.  The inflated mushroom cap pushed apart the blood-engorged folds of her sex without mercy.  Ranma was gentle but impatient; now that he had a better idea of how it was done, he couldn’t settle for the incredibly slow penetration he had to endure with Akane’s narrow tunnel.  He wanted to have his prick surrounded by palpitating, warm, womanly flesh as soon as possible!

Fortunately, Kasumi was bigger than her sister; her tunnel was larger and more frequently visited.  Still, with the astounding dimensions of that one baby-maker, it was still a tight fit.  For the young woman, it was like being a virgin all over again.  Her pussy was stretched to a width she’d never experienced before except with the largest of her sex-toys.  But this time, it was one real, manly sausage that was stuffed in her honey pot.

“Oh my!  No, stop, please!  Now isn’t the time!” suddenly pleaded Kasumi.  She’d remembered why they hadn’t wanted to go on with this in the first place.  Her mother wasn’t far away, and if she’d heard them it would be catastrophe!  Why, if Kimiko were to find her first daughter getting speared like mad by one insanely endowed young stud, she’d...

She’d just steal him and keep him for herself!

Of course, Kasumi’s heart wasn’t entirely into it when she asked him to stop.  But whether he’d guessed, or simply wasn’t listening, Ranma surely paid it no heed.  Adjusting his grasp on the girl’s magnificent derrière, he pulled sharply to impale her further on his meaty dong.  The round cock-tip popped past the squeezing labial doors to invade the inner folds.

“Oh my god... it’s just as hard as before!” marveled Kasumi , her mind swirling. Her chest was heaving more frantically, sending her succulent boobs gainaxing, as her breathing got more ragged.  She could feel her first orgasm mounting; he hadn’t even completely filled her vessel yet, and she was about to cum out of her ears already! 

“Oh boy, this so good...” grunted Ranma, grinning like an idiot.  Despite he strenuous exertion needed to pound Kasumi’s wonderfully hugging sheath, he couldn’t be happier.  He thought for a very short moment that his iron-hard rod was going to bend halfway from the resistance of her snatch against his advance.  But he quickly figured out the trick of giving little pushes with his hips for progressing bit by bit into her tight cunt.  Now, the fat snake was slithering deeper and deeper into the snug hole, and in short order he’d have claimed it in its entirety.

Kasumi mewled in pleasure as the complete invasion triggered her first real orgasm.  She threw her head backward with such force that her hair snapped out of the bun to spray freely on her shoulders.  Her gushing insides closed like a vise around the marvelous length of manhood skewering her, giving Ranma the most fantastic massage of his life.  Her flushed skin was covered with goose bumps.  Her curvy, naked, sexy shape shook from head to toes.  Her arms betrayed her and stopped supporting her upper body.  She slumped on her front; her large breasts flattened on the cold, hard floor, the erect nipples rubbing harshly against it.

Ranma was in Heaven, but thanks to his previous releases, he didn’t come as easily as his lover.  It would require more work on his part and Kasumi to reach that point.  Both surely intended to put all their efforts into it, though.  Starting now.

Switching once again his grip on Kasumi’s full, soft, round buttocks, Ranma began to rock his strong hips and clenched bottom.  Searching for the adequate rhythm, he drove his aching prick in and out of the girl’s hot twat.  Never emptying her fully — he was big enough to stimulate a wide surface of her hole with just a small length of asoko — the boy humped her on instinct alone.

Kasumi sure was enjoying every second (and every tenth of second) of it.  Moaning and cooing in constantly renewed bliss, she forgot everything but the wondrous, hot pole ramming her womanly vessel.  This definitely freed her mouth from any silly consideration of keeping quiet.

In the hallway, Kimiko was eyeing her daughters a bit uncertainly.  Even Nabiki was getting a little nervous.  She was glad that she hid her cameras in the anteroom rather than carrying them with her, finding them would really have gotten their mother suspicious.

“Say, did you see that boy...” she asked simply.

“B-Boy?  What boy?” stuttered Akane, involuntarily strengthening her grip on her sister.

“Nope.  No boy around here, mom...” lied Nabiki, wincing a bit as her little sis was starting to crush her.

Kimiko raised an eyebrow.  “The son of Sōun-chan’s old friend... Saotome Ranma, I think was his name.  Your father told me you were introduced...?”

‘But Ranma is a girl...’ thought Akane, blinking.

‘Wait a minute... Saotome Ranma... isn’t that the name the stud gave...’ suddenly remembered Nabiki.

Neither voiced anything, though; since they were getting confused, they didn’t dare saying something that the other could unwittingly contradict.  They both were also pretty worried that their mom would get too close and smell the scent of sperm permeating from Akane.  There was no doubt she would recognize it, and then they’d be in deep shit.

Kimiko was getting wary of their strange act, though, but reached an unexpected conclusion.  “You two... you haven’t restarted your little trysts, I hope?  You weren’t planning to go to your bedroom just to get naughty?”

This time, both girls backsweated in perfect timing.  Even Nabiki was getting nervous and blushing.

“Hu... no, no, mom, I swear, swear, I’m not asking Akane-chan for money any more...”

“And I haven’t asked her anything!”

Both statement were true, although they failed to answer directly to the question.  Still, Kimiko Tendō had raised the girls and wasn’t duped that easily.  “Oh yeah?  Then, why are you all sweaty and barely clothed?  I’m ready to bet neither of you are wearing any underwear!”

Akane wanted the ground to swallow her on the spot.  Nabiki was inwardly grumbling against their prudish mother.  It was ironical the middle Tendō daughter would call Kimiko that, of course, considering the three sisters largely inherited their libido from her.  Actually, Sōun’s wife wasn’t really that much opposed to bisexuality — she’d even indulged a bit herself.  However, she merely considered it foreplay.  Good for exciting a watching male before the main event.  Girls solely with girls, she saw it as a bit of a waste.  And with the added stigma of incest, she’d really like her daughters to find different interests.  Kasumi, considering it the duty of the eldest, enforced her mother’s views when her sisters where concerned.

Before either Akane or Nabiki could stammer some poor explanation, however, they were cut by a long and loud orgasmic cry.  Soon followed by more exclamations that seemed coming from not too far away.

~“Oh yes!  Yes!  Mr. Horsey, Fuck me!  Fuck my hot little twat until I can’t feel it!”~

Kimiko’s eyebrow twitched.  “That sounded like Kasumi’s voice...”

The two girls bigsweated in perfect symmetry.  Then they shook their lowered heads.

“You sure, mom?”

“I’m not hearing anything...”

~“Oh yeeeeesss... Harder!  Faster!  Deeper!  Oh don’t stop, don’t you ever stop!”~

Kimiko was really getting agitated now.

“I’m pretty positive this is Kasumi’s voice!”

“No, must be the TV...”

“Yup... don’t sound like onēchan at all...”

~“Oh my!  It’s so big!  It’s so freaking big!  Cum in me!  Please, fill me with your hot, sticky, heavy cum!!”~

“What’s going on in there?!” barked Kimiko, heading decidedly toward the bathroom.

Nabiki and Akane pondered for a short second if they should try to stop their mother, by quickly discarded the idea.  The Tendō matriarch could be quite strong-headed when dealing with her daughters.  It looked like the jig was up.

Meanwhile, Ranma and Kasumi had switched position.  The pigtailed boy was learning very fast about the intricacies of this making love stuff.  Being on your back, as with Akane, was sure less tiring, though a bit hard on the ass and shoulders.  You had to support the girl’s weight, but she was doing most of the efforts; on the other hand, she kept control of the whole thing most of the time.  Similarly, the screwing from behind position he’d started with Kasumi (which he’d learn later to be called ‘doggy-style’) sure was pleasurable for both, but could get painful for the knees after a while.

That’s why Ranma had scooped up the very willing Kasumi-chan and pulled her backward.  Never breaking their connection, he managed to sit with the girl bouncing atop his lap, facing away from him.  Now, he quickly analyzed that this new position gave the added bonus of gravity helping pushing her hungry cunt down his throbbing shaft.  He sure had to lift most of the weight of the delicious young woman himself, but for a strong martial artist like him this was a piece of cake.

After a bit of fumbling, Ranma had found the perfect combination.  His arms were supporting her legs, the elbows right under her bent knees.  His hands reached her front to paw her large breasts, squishing the supple flesh of her ripe melons.  His cock slid in out of her slippery pussy, her abundant juices dripping over it and covering his balls with a glistening sheen.  Her feet dangled in the air and waved wildly with each piston move driving her down on his pole.

Kasumi’s throaty moans, frantic calls and delighted yelps were only urging him to go on, to rock her world harder, to make her orgasm again.  Craning her neck, she tried to reach his mouth and entangle her tongue with his own, despite the shaky ride making it hard to stay level.  Their kisses were clumsy and messy, but full of lust and desire.