Ranma Does Nerima: Ranma’s Pride Makes Him the Alpha Male [Episode 87173]

... Ranma suddenly felt like showing off.  He never had an audience before — hell, he never knew of the mere sex act before, and even less that he could enjoy being watched by cute girls while doing it — but he’d always been a pretty cocky guy.  Although this wasn’t martial arts, he still wanted to impress the watchers.  The schoolgirls had been entranced by the whole show, but the pigtailed boy wanted to give them a Grand Final.

So, even though he’d have liked just as well ejaculating inside the trashing Akane, he pulled off just a millisecond before his own orgasm.  With a groan, he grabbed his thick, throbbing shaft to kept it straight and aimed at the Tendō girl.  It fired a generous squirt of thick cream that splashed her face and breasts.  She instinctively opened her mouth wide to catch any droplet that she could swallow.

All the girls gasped simultaneously, amazed by the strength of his release.  And it was only the beginning.  Like a sperm cannon, Ranma’s cock spurted again and again.  Heavy blobs of whitish goo landed all over Akane’s sweaty body, messily painting her skin white.  She squirmed under the spunky shower, moaning in delight from the post-orgasmic bliss.  Akane had entirely forgot any reluctance she could have against facial (or full-body) sperm shots, as long as it was her Ranma-kun coating her.

Her friends were so much in shock that they even forgot about diddling themselves.  They stood there like bug-eyes statues, watching Ranma cover the most popular girl in school with his cum.  For some interminable seconds, it looked like the boy was using some sort of water hose, except it was filled with baby-making seed.  Then, the flood recessed, and they gradually came out of their shock.  Yuka, Sayuri and Asami were fascinated by Akane’s glistening body, while Hiroko, Kikuko and Ryōnami’s gazes were locked on the big wang, still dripping from the excess of sperm.  A slow rivulet of jizm dribbled from the pee hole and ran along the reddish, venous skin of the asoko.

“Well... did you enjoy it...?” tentatively asked Ranma, a bit unnerved by the fix and haunted gazes of the girls.  “WHOA!”

He had no time to protest when the blonde Ryōnami and the brunette Kikuko dived forward and grabbed his log.  Hiroko had wanted to follow, but they just beat her on the punch, and now their heads were blocking any chance to find a place.  Ranma had reflexively backed down when the hungry girls charged him, but that just allowed him to sit on the waterbed edge with nowhere to escape.

On their knees, Nabiki’s friends immediately started to worship his totem by scooping the smeared droplets of cream with their greedy tongues.  Marveling at its size — and the fact that it refused to get soft even after that incredible eruption — they seemed intent to lick and suck it clean with mouthwork only.  Ranma just chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head.

Akane’s friends weren’t to be denied the tasty threat, though.  Since they couldn’t get it from the source, they fell back on the generous amount that was spread on Akane’s naked body.  Crawling on the moving waterbed all around the dazed Tendō girl, they also started to put their lips and tongues to good use.  Licking and lapping at Akane’s face, neck, breasts, tummy, thighs, and in every little crevice where the delicious stuff could be found, they gorged themselves.  The scent and taste were unlike anything they’d experienced, even if none could boast having never sucked off a boy.  But while with their erstwhile boyfriends it had been low-grade fast-food, with Ranma it was like a feast of culinary delight.  It tasted so good that they couldn’t get enough of it.

Akane hadn’t reacted immediately to the nicely tickling sensation of her friends’ tongues all over her heated skin.  It took some time, even for a sturdy girl like her, to regain her senses after a good fuck by the Wild Stallion.  Still, after a while, she weakly grumbled “Moo... it’s mine... it’s my cum....”

Well, guess what, she’s her mommy’s girl.  J

Sayuri heard what she said and kissed Akane full on the lips, sharing a bit of Ranma’s spunk.  “Please, Akane-chan... you can share.  There’s plenty of it for everybody.  Aren’t friends sharing everything?”

Yuka and Hiroko agreed wholeheartedly with that, although not with words, because they had their mouth full.

Asami was about to lie on Akane’s side to have better access to her creamed body, when she noted that droplets of sperm were everywhere on the waterbed.  Not wanting to stain her clothes, the practical girl started to undress.  This was like a signal for the other girls, which immediately imitated her.  Their sailor fuku were already wet in spots from their juices and their sweat, no need to make things worse.  Most of them had already discarded their panties earlier on.  Now, the jackets, skirts, and shirts were quick to fly away from the giggling girls, soon followed by lacy bras, shoes and socks.

Ranma, craning his neck, watched Akane’s friends enthusiastically stripping, a hint of drool at the corner of his mouth.  Several pairs of round buttocks sprang into his view under the subdued light of the room.  Breasts bounced as soon as freed from the confines of the underwear, in spite of the girls’ efforts to hide them with their arms, which was more enticing than anything else.  Nude backs, dainty feet, long legs — already visible earlier but now displayed in their entirety — were all contributing to the arousing effect of the sight of their whole, naked shapes.  Ranma could even examine each of the girl under several angles thanks to the mirrors in the room.

If he wasn’t entirely erect until now — something Kikuko and Ryōnami would have sworn wasn’t possible — he sure was becoming harder than iron under their fingers and mouth.  The blood pumping in the tissue underneath the penile skin was making the whole reproductive organ tense with need.  Now that it was perfectly clean thanks to the work of “Sakura” and “Yuka”, the two girls could only contemplate it with awe.  They felt faint from the intense maleness exhaling from it, as well as the heady scent of Ranma’s arousal.

The Saotome boy, very distracted by this wanton display of female pulchritude, gulped.  He went a long way since he’d lost his virginity yesterday, but still... having so many beautiful teens showing off their goods for him was a bit overwhelming.  So, he asked “Err... g-girls... are you sure about this?  Shouldn’t we be in class now?”  Not that he wanted to stop and go studying; quite the contrary in fact.  But he just had to make sure.

“Who care about class?!” Asami snapped.  “We’re already late anyway.”

“You can’t be tired, Ranma-kun...?” anxiously wondered Hiroko, her eyes glancing at his still-raging erection..

“Don’t you desire us any more, Ranma-kun?” asked a blushing Sayuri.

“Yes, Ranma-kun, you said that if any of us girls wanted, you’ll do it!” reminded Yuka, slinking close to Ranma’s left.  Grabbing her boobs, she squeezed them between her fingers almost right in Ranma’s face. “Take me next, please...” she cooed.

“No, me...” whispered Asami, kneeling behind Ranma and plastering her soft bosom on his back.  “I owe you an apology for doubting your... sincerity.”

Sayuri and Hiroko would have liked to be as brash as their friends, but at first they didn’t know how to compete.  Ranma was already almost surrounded from all sides, and they didn’t feel like strutting their goods would be very efficient.  Then, both girls crossed each other’s gaze, and they had an idea.  They enlaced and started to rub their naked bodies together.  “You want us, Ranma-kun...” a flushed Hiroko tentatively said.  “Yes, we’ll even put a good lesbian show just for you...” offered Sayuri.

Ryōnami and Kikuko snapped out of their trance, noticing with dismay that the younger girls had gotten ahead of them.  Not only by stripping bare but also by putting the moves on their man.  Nabiki’s instructions now largely forgotten, they sprung to their feet and also began to shed off their clothes.

“Hell no, Ranma-kun!” Kikuko piped in while dropping her jacket.

“You need experienced women to please you!” affirmed Ryōnami, lowering her skirt.

“Yeah!  Why would you want that bunch of preteen Lolitas when you have the two of us?”  Kikuko missed the nasty looks this earned her because she was pulling her shirt above her head, too impatient to unbutton it.

“And you’ve been exciting us for the longest time, just after Akane... so it’s only fair it would be our turns!” Ryōnami argued with more tact.  Opening her shirt she revealed a black, lacy bra from which her melons seemed ready to spill.

“You gotta choose us!” urged Kikuko, struggling with the straps of her own brassiere.

Ryōnami was more efficient in her striptease, her bra opening in the front.  Now naked save for her socks, the alluring sempai stepped in front of Ranma with a seductive sway in her hips.  This gave no clue whether she was a true blonde or not, though, because like all the girls she had no hint of pubic hair on her perfectly bare mound.

In her precipitation, Kikuko made the mistake of trying to take off her own socks while standing, and landed on her shapely butt.

Ranma was ready to explode.  Not only the girls were begging him to choose one of them for another wild fuck, but they were also strutting their tits and asses and other naughty parts almost in his nose.  Worst, they were rubbing their scrumptious bods against his, heating even more his already feverish flesh.  A few days ago, his organism wouldn’t have known what to do with the excess of blood pressure and he surely would have fainted in a nosebleed.

Not now, though.  His hormones may be in overdrive, but at least he knew what to do with all those nymphos.  His only problem was to select one.  Akane’s earlier choice had been evident, since it diffused a potential catfight.  His analytical mind, so honed by martial arts, tried the same thing here.  But he didn’t yet know the girls well enough to be sure which choice would be the best.  Sure, he could guess selecting either Yuka or Kikuko first would induce a brawl, but beside that....

Gulping, Ranma stared at Ryōnami’s beautiful body, her mouth-watering peach not far from his face.  While the other girls were surely cute and sexy, they still had some growing-up to do.  “Sakura”, on the other hand, was the more mature-looking of the gang, with the biggest rack, most perfect rump, and quite an attractive whole.  Taller than the others, with long, curly, orange-blond hair framing her delicate face, she was the most tempting piece of cheesecake in the room.

Since it solved his dilemma anyway, Ranma let his second head decide.  Standing up and leaving four disappointed sixteen-years-old behind, he smiled to the junior.  “Sakura-chan... it’s your turn.”

Ryōnami almost made a little dance in triumph, and jumped on Ranma, her arms around his neck.  Ranma hugged her back and pressed his hunky frame against her naked, plush body.  They kissed hungrily and she threw her legs around the young man’s waist, her plump ass resting on his large cock, almost supporting all her weight by itself.

The other girls pouted while watching the two embracing hotly.  “Jeez... why does it always has to be the big-breasted cows...” huffed Asami.

“HER BOOBS ARE JUST AS FAKE AS HER NAME, RANMA-KUN!” Yuka mock-yelled, hands circling her mouth.

“No, they’re not!” protested Kikuko, stomping in front of her rival.

“Oh yeah?  I guess you sucked on them often enough to know.”

“Well, yes...” guiltlessly answered the older girl.

“You know, that’s an idea...” Sayuri pondered, “we have nothing better to do until Ranma-kun has finished with her.”  Still holding Hiroko, she began caressing the smaller girl, making her moan until a pair of lips silenced her.

“That, or watching Ranma-kun doing it again...” pondered Yuka.

“But it’s making us so hot...” countered Asami.  “I’d rather have some action.”

“Yeah, I guess so...” conceded Yuka.  Crawling closer to her wavy-haired friend, she kissed her in turn and mashed their breasts together.  Soon, they were lying on the left side of Akane, while Sayuri and Hiroko slumped on the right of the tired girl.  Opening eyes, the Tendō girl saw she was between the two Sapphic pairs of her untangled girlfriends.  But she wasn’t about to complain, and began stroking, kissing, and rubbing whatever was at range.

Kikuko hesitated a short while, looking back and forth from the lesbian orgy to the couple of lovers.  She preferred to watch her blonde friend getting it on with the Wild Stallion, though.

Ranma and Ryōnami were still devouring each other’s mouths, tongues wrestling in earnest.  Since the waterbed was occupied, Ranma simply stood with the young woman wrapped around his body.  His hands had migrated to her firm buttocks, which he squeezed and clawed enthusiastically.  He used this grip to move her bottom to and fro, rubbing her slit against the hard mast jutting from his crotch.  Her lubricant juices flowed generously from her cunt, the heat of his rod sending delicious sensations to her neither parts.  If she was a bit apprehending the moment he’d try to impale her on his monster, she wasn’t showing it.  Akane had just proven it was possible, and she’d be damned if a younger girl — with a solid butch reputation, to boost — could do better than her, martial artist or not.

Ranma could have stayed upright for hours even with supporting both their weight.  It was nothing compared to some of his training, but they wouldn’t be going anywhere like that.  They hardly could do much than exciting each other in this position, and the boy was intent on doing much more than that.  So, he slowly flexed his legs, still holding Ryōnami against him with the help of two flexible members and one unyielding.  Carefully crossing his legs underneath him, he managed to sit on the red, padded floor without dislodging Nabiki’s friend.  The beautiful girl now on his lap, they finally broke the kiss.  She relented a bit the grip of her arms and legs around Ranma, which displaced more of her weight on his mighty cock.  The crack of her ass pressed deeper against Ranma’s pride, which made her coo in delight.  The iron-hard bar of flesh seemed still just a straight as always.  Ranma guessed that in this state, he could easily break cinder blocks with it — not that he was ever going to try, he had much better uses for his bludgeon.

Ranma leaned forward and wedged his face between Ryōnami’s large mammaries.  She moaned in delight, arching her back and throwing her head backward, her blonde mane sweeping behind her.  After raining kisses on the succulent boobs, Ranma captured a tit in his mouth and dutifully sucked on it.  The girl reacted with more delighted sounds, tussling her lover’s hair.  His hands weren’t idle either, roaming all over her rump, the fingers lingering in the cleft and stroking her little rosebud, just like Kimiko instructed him the night before.

Ryōnami panted and shivered in pleasure under the boy’s touch.  His lips and tongue were mauling her nipples so good, the teeth even grazing the flesh from times to times.  His huge prick was throbbing against her puffy sex, making it yearn for more.  His middle finger pushed inside her anus and was gently pumping in and out of the puckered hole.  She was getting more and more impatient for the main event — exciting Ranma all morning had been hard on her too — but first she wanted to know something.

Suddenly, she pulled Ranma’s head away from her chest, making the puzzled boy stop his foreplay.  Looking straight into his eyes with a burning, needy gaze, she asked in a throaty voice: “Ranma-kun... tell me... is that true you didn’t fuck Nabiki-chan?”

She had already asked him that earlier, but he hadn’t very clearly answered, too distracted by the duo’s teasing.  Now, though, she seemed to be quite serious about this, which surprised the horny boy.  Why did she decide to question him now?  After the obligatory “Hu?”, Ranma carefully answered “Yeah... well, not yet.”

“Why?  Why didn’t you?  Isn’t she just as beautiful as her sisters?  Isn’t she just as loveable, and sexy, and desirable, and pretty?  Why did you ignore her?” she asked frantically.

In her excitement, she was nonetheless still rubbing herself against Ranma, although her arms kept his head from facing away.  This incited the boy to not stop his ministrations even as he answered.  He continued stroking her backside and grinding his shaft between her thighs.

“Well... I guess we didn’t have the time.  She sucked my...” he hesitated, then remembered the technical terms Kimiko taught him.  “She gave me a blowjob with her sisters, that’s true, but most of the time she was playing with Akane-chan... or urging her sisters to do it with me, while she was filming.  And then... later... I think she was interested, but... we didn’t get the opportunity... because her mom pulled me in her room and... hu... kept me busy.” he concluded with a blush.

Ryōnami smiled and give Ranma a kiss on the nose.  “Oh yes, she’s interested, Ranma-kun!  She wants you!  She’s asked us to tease you all day long, so that you’d be more excited for her tonight.  She even asked us...”  Her smile froze as she remembered her mistress’ exact instructions.  “... to not let you... have sex.”  Ryōnami’s eyes unexpectedly flooded with tears.  “WHAAAA!!!  I’M BETRAYING NABIKI-CHAN!!!” she suddenly burst out.

“Wha...?  Wha...?” Ranma repeated, panicking.  For all his new understanding of females, he still had no clue how to deal with a crying girl.

“*sob* ... Nabiki-chan is going to be mad with me... *sob* ... she’s going to punish me... *sob* ... she’s going to tie me and spank me and paddle me and whip me....”

“Aah... d-don’t cry, please!  Please... I didn’t know... I never wanted Nabiki to get mad at you... we can... hu... stop... if you’d like....” he blurted out, although he immediately regretted it.  He was horny as hell, and the mere concept of not going all the way with the hot babe on his lap was extremely distasteful.

“NO!” she shouted, looking really frantic.  She grabbed his head and unwittingly smothered him in her bosom.  “Don’t you stop!!  Don’t you ever stop!”  Releasing a bit her grip, she looked him again in the eyes, caressing his cheeks with a soft hand.  “Please... don’t worry about Nabiki-chan... I... I like it when she punish me anyway....”

Ranma was a bit puzzled by that.  Kimiko’s teaching hadn’t covered every kink in existence, and he was still new to the concept of mixing pain and pleasure.  Still, he felt moved by what the beautiful, teary-eyed girl asked him next.

“I... I want you to make love to me.  I want you to take me.  Just promise me... you’ll do it with Nabiki tonight.  You’ll fuck her and make her scream just like you’ll do to me... all night long if you can... you’ll make her feel real good....”

“Hu?  Okay... I promise.  I was thinking about it anyway....”

“Oh, thank you!  Thank you, thank you, you won’t regret it... she’s the best lover you’ll ever dream to find... she’s even better than her sisters, maybe better than her mother....”

“I heard that...” came Akane’s muffled voice from beneath the girl-pile she was under.

Paying no attention to the recrimination of the youngest Tendō, Ryōnami deeply kissed Ranma again.  “Now, Ranma-kun... fuck me!  Please... screw me!  Stick that big log of yours in my little pussy until I pass out!”

Not one to disappoint a lady asking so elegantly, Ranma smirked.  Strengthening his grasp on her hips, he lifted her intently, freeing his large male meat from the crack of her ass.  It bumped immediately against her buttocks, struggling to get fully upright.  Ryōnami squealed in delight and helped Ranma positioning her, supporting a part of her weight with her legs and hugging once again Ranma’s face in her bountiful bosom.  The pigtailed boy had no need to see in order to aim, though.  Like every part of his highly trained body, he had a perfect awareness of his cock and knew exactly were it was situated.  Which for now, was exactly at the entrance of the blonde’s gushing sex.

The bulbous head came in contact with the wet slit.  Its smooth, warm surface was pulsing against the sensitive folds of her labia from Ranma’s blood pressure.  Ryōnami cooed from the erotic touch of the living, throbbing scepter of maleness.  Her engorged lower lips parted instinctively to welcome its amazing girth, vaginal fluids dripping on it.  Even for the experienced girl, though, it wasn’t certain it would be enough to accept the big dong easily.

Ranma carefully lowered the gasping “Sakura” on his shaft.  Her breathing suddenly sped up with the beginning of the fleshy impalement.  The engorged labial lips were opened wide by the grapefruit-sized glans as her own weight pushed her down.  The pigtailed boy was controlling her descent, however, so it wasn’t too sudden.  But he certainly was unrelenting; now that they started, the girl knew there was no turning back.  She’ll end up skewered by his large weapon no matter what, save maybe for the end of the world.  And she wouldn’t want it otherwise anyway.

Ryōnami let out a long screech of sweet agony.  Only the entrance of her pussy was stuffed by the massive cock, but it was enough to wrack up her usually blasé senses.  The large mushroom cap was stretching her worst than the biggest dildo Nabiki ever used on her.  Every single nerve of her internal clitoridean system was stimulated by the monstrous organ.  To the blonde’s stunned surprise, her body crashed in orgasm while Ranma had only wedged the head of his dick in her.

Ranma’s face was screwed in bliss, but also showed a lot of concentration.  The Saotome boy enjoyed tremendously spearing any beautiful girl, but couldn’t help analyzing the situation like he’d do for a martial art fight.  He had tried many positions with Kimiko and her daughters, but had yet to decide which one he preferred.  Being on top allowed lots of control, true.  But this one, with the girl facing him and bouncing on his lap, was pretty entertaining too.  He could see the cute expression of ecstasy on her visage, could bodily rub against Ryōnami while she hugged him closely, kiss her gainaxing breasts, or her mouth once she’d be a little lower... it sure was interesting.

His fingers leaving deep red marks in her buttocks, he was driving her on his mast with his strong grip.  Inch by inch, the powerful ram progressed in her snug sheath, helped by the generous outpour of womanly juices.  Her thighs were kept wide open by Ranma’s waist, her still-socked feet waving behind his back with each thrust.  Her whole naked frame was glistening from the sweat covering her feverish skin under the light of the room.  Her formerly neat blonde hair was now in disarray, as Ryōnami was making a perfect hentai picture.

Kikuko had stayed silent until now, watching in awed fascination as her friend was being stuffed.  The look of utter rapture on the pretty blonde’s face was really something to remember.  She couldn’t hold reins on her blabbermouth any longer, though.

“Oh my god!  Ryō... Sakura-chan, it looks so incredible!  How big is it really?  Doesn’t it hurt?  Does it feel good?  Do you think having ever ridden one that big?  He’s far bigger than any client we’d ever had, right?  Could it be even bigger that Nabiki’s ‘Womb Raider’ vibrator?  But it must hurt, no?  It can’t be that good just from size alone, right?  Do you think I could take it, too?  Won’t I be too tight?  Oh, you didn’t forget to take your pill, I hope?  Or do you want a baby from him?  Will you ever be stretched that much save for giving birth?  Is Ranma-kun using any special martial art technique to make it fit whole in your tiny hole where it conceivably shouldn’t even enter by invoking some sort of subspace where the excess length and width disappear...?”

Ryōnami was mostly out of it from the wondrous shafting she was getting, so she was understandably tuning out most of the uninterrupted flow of questions of her nosey girlfriend.  Still, the background noise was a bit annoying, and she was too busy to make anything about it herself.  So, between the various pants, groans, gasps and moans that Ranma inspired her, she called:
“Please... somebody... MAKE HER SHUT UP!!”

Of the girls sprawled on the waterbed, Akane, Hiroko, and Sayuri didn’t pay any attention to the plea for help.  They were keeping each other way too occupied.  The girls had totally licked Akane clean of Ranma’s sperm, including all the pre-cum they could reach with their tongues in her cunny.  Now, they were plastered on top of the dark-haired girl, offering her a nice, warm blanket.  While they rained kisses on her face, their fingers idly played with the folds of Akane’s well-worked pussy.  In return, the youngest Tendō was grinding both her thighs between the legs of her girlfriends, and her hands were stroking their respective butt cheeks, fingers lingering in the clefts.

Yuka and Asami, though, heard the call.  They had left the crowded waterbed to sit on the floor next to it, and were simply hugging and fingering each other while distractedly watching Ranma spear Ryōnami.  Both looked in their respective lover’s eyes, smirked, and silently nodded.

They jumped to their feet as one and quickly picked some things on the shelf of this decidedly well-furnished “janitor closet”.  Namely, a full bondage set, including a ball-gag.  Creeping behind Kikuko, they weren’t much worried that the older girl would notice them.  She was completely engrossed by the sex play of her friend with the stud, and keept asking them silly questions.  So, when she was grabbed and pulled backward by two pairs of hands, she just let out startled yelp and was quickly overpowered.  A flurry of activity later Kikuko found herself not just hog-tied and gagged, but expertly bound shibari-style, with ropes squeezing her breasts and rubbing her private parts.  She mumbled in protest, directing big, pleading, teary eyes toward her captors.  But the two smirking girls, quite pleased by their handiwork, weren’t moved.

Now that the distraction was taken care of, Ryōnami could really enjoy the ride.  Her throaty moans, deep sighs, loud gasps, blissful cries, and other erotic sounds were filling the room.  Ranma had totally impaled her on his mighty shaft, completely filling her love vessel with his thick male meat.  A very noticeable bulge was distending her tummy, from mons to bellybutton, hinting of the amazing stuffing of her womb.  But instead of excruciating pain, the blonde was experiencing the most incredible sensation of fullness of her young life.  Ranma was no less enjoying himself.  The sensation of a snug girl entirely wrapped around his prized manhood was a precious feeling indeed.

If Ryōnami was simply delirious from the astounding penetration, she really became wild once Ranma started to slide her up and down on his pole.  She trashed on his lap, throwing her tussled mane in every direction, arching her back, tensing from head to toes, and screaming her lungs out until she lacked breath.  Her shivering, goose-bump-covered flesh was drenched in sweat from the heavy exertion, while her gushing twat dribbled on his balls.  Ranma increased slowly but regularly the tempo of his lovemaking.  He was quite mesmerized by the way her breasts were waving and shaking with each thrust.  His strong arms were barely strained by the exercise of guiding her hips, bringing her down again and again on his root.  He could go on like this for hours if he wanted, but it had to end sooner or sooner, before he’d kill the girl from an overdose of orgasms.