[Episode 104742] [Episode 104742]To try and calm herself, she started leafing through the props that Ryouga had given her, before retiring to the far corner with one of Nabiki’s digital camera’s. He wasn’t going to be playing with her and Ranma, this time, but the idea that he’d be taking pictures was adding to her excitement. Nabiki forced herself to focus on the handful of photos in her hand. It was of Ranma-chan, she was at a beach, a private or isolated one, as there were no other people in the background. Nabiki smirked a bit at her outfit. Rather than the one piece she always wore on the Tendo visits to the beach, she was wearing a thong bikini that just barely met the classification of clothing. A tiny triangle covered her pupes, which must have been shaved bare. And two even tinier triangles covered her nipples.
As Nabiki leafed through the pictures, Ranma adopted various cheesecake poses. Some of which showed that the thong bottom favored the dental floss style of support, her ass was fully exposed, and she seemed to delight in wigging it at the camera man. Nabiki smiled as she imagined how Ryouga, it had to be him, was reacting to this. The next picture gave a clue, as it was a bit blurred, and showed Ranma running, her head turned back toward the camera, and her tongue sticking out.
Nabiki’s eyes widened as she turned to the next photo. Ranma, pegged out spread eagle on the beach, her ankles and wrists tied to pegs staked into the sand. She was still dressed in her thong, but in the next picture the top was gone, and her nipples and breasts appeared wet, as if someone had sucked on them.
By this point Nabiki was lost in the little photo story, and quickly flipped to the next picture, she just had time to notice that Ranma had indeed shaven, or been shaven, for this little scene, when a voice snapped out. “Give me those picturers,” Nabiki!” Ranma growled.
Nabiki had gotten so intrigued by her props, that she’d let the world fade away, she now snapped back in a flash, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement. Ranma was standing a few steps away, dressed in his typical red-shirt and black pants. He had his hand extended, waiting for Nabiki to hand him the pictures. Of course he could have snatched them away, but that was his mistake. Nabiki found it easy to slip into her role. It was one she’d played in her mind often enough after all. Pulling her top away, she slipped the photos down her front, and smirked at Ranma. “Come and get them,” she taunted.
Ranma’s expression turned stern. “If you say so,” he said. A second later, he was in Nabiki’s face, his hand shoving down the front of her top. In real life, the photos would have been gone, but here Ranma paused long enough for Nabiki to reach up and catch his wrist.. “My, my, what would Akane say if she heard about this,” Nabiki said, but the slightly breathy way she talked showed her to be far less matter of fact than she pretended. “Molesting her sister this way.”
That comment would have made Ranma pull back his hand as if he’d touched a stove, in the real world, but not here. Nabiki couldn’t keep from gasping as Ranma’s hand cupped a breast and squeezed lightly. He leaned in till he could whisper in her ear. “In that case, I might as well be hung for a wolf as a sheep.”
Nabiki could feel Ranma’s rough hand on her smooth skin, he’d slipped his hand inside her bra cup and he slowly kneaded her flesh while at the same time pushing back against her chest, making her shift to the side and slip down onto her back. It was done so smoothly that Nabiki found herself laying on her back with Ranma looming overtop of her his legs between hers. In a distracted way, she took note that the pictures had slipped down to her belly and were plastered against her suddenly wet skin. Ranma noticed, and his free hand shoved up her shirt, and extracted the photos, carefully setting them down on the floor beside the couch before turning his attention back to Nabiki.
“You got the pictures, if you start running now, maybe you’ll live,” Nabiki said, her voice a bit strained. It was amazing. She mind knew it was make believe, she knew that if she said the right ‘safe’ word, Ranma would let her go in an instant, but, her body didn’t seem to realize it. Her stomach felt molten and the wet warmth between her legs was increasing. She was very aware of the way Ranma was looming overtop of her, and of the fact that his clothed covered crotch was hovering directly over her middle.
“Maybe I’ll make a memory for the road,” Ranma said as he pulled his hand out of her shirt and lowered his body, pinning her to the couch. He caught her hair in his hand and pressed his mouth against her’s in a rough kiss.
Nabiki’s heart was beating fast and hard, she shoved against Ranma’s shoulders with both hands. He might as well have been a boulder for all the good it did her. His mouth continued to ravage hers, his tongue forcing between her lips and dueling with her own tongue. She tried to bite, but he darted his tongue back and nipped her upper lip in retaliation. Not hard, just a warning. When he returned his tongue to her mouth, she didn’t try and bite, and the hands that had been shoving against his shoulders instead slid up and around his neck as she began to return his kiss.
Ranma’s strength was frightening, she’d always known he was powerful, but to come into conflict with that power, and to truly realize how helpless she was against it was very different. But even as it sent a thrill of fear through her, it also aroused her to think that she had this boy, no man, and Ryouga, as her partners.
Ranma’s free hand inched up under Nabiki’s shirt, and just as Ryouga had done earlier forced her bra back and off her breasts, leaving her soft globes assessable for him to grasp and fondle. Nabiki gasped into Ranma’s mouth as his skilled fingers seemed to find just the right places and just the right pressure to use. Which only made sense, he had set of his own just a dash of cold water away. The wonder would have been if Mr quick study Saotome didn’t know his way around a pair of tits.
Ranma released Nabiki’s hair, and rolled slightly so she was pressed into the junction of the couch between back and bottom, his now free hand slid down her back and into the top of her shorts, cupping her ass as they continued to kiss. He pulled her hard against him and she could feel his erection grinding into her crotch through two layers of clothes. She squirmed against him, an empty ache in her middle indicating that her body was, oh so, ready for him. Pulling her face away from his, Nabiki gasped out. “Fuck me!”
“And won’t Akane love to hear about that,” Ranma mocked.
Nabiki’s mind a whirl, it took her several seconds to remember this was not just them necking and making out, they were playing a game. To hell with the game. She wanted to be fucked! “Akane can get her own man!” she said with fervor. “If she’s stupid enough to let you get away, she’s got no one to blame but herself.” Nabiki slipped a hand down Ranma’s stomach, thrilling at the solid feel of his belly, and feeling greatly daring slipped a hand into the front of his pants. Her hand seemed to burn with the heat of his flesh as she found what she was looking for and wrapped her hand around it, her fingers not quite making it. “That won’t fit!” she cried in shock, and dismay.”
“You’ll be surprised what will fit where,” Ranma said in a voice rough with desire. The hand fondling her ass moved and she felt her waist band loosen as he withdrew it, and then a draft as his fingers undid the front and zipped her down. The air washing over her suddenly exposed flesh felt freezing as Ranma shoved her shorts downward.
Despite her fears, Nabiki helped, lifting her ass slightly and moving her legs to ease the decent of the only barrier that stood between her and the thing in Ranma’s pants. Bending one leg, she slid it free. Not bothering with the other leg, she left her shorts hanging around one ankle and wrapped her legs around Ranma’s.
Ranma’s hand’s were pushing at his own pants, forcing them down far enough to let his member pop free. Like Nabiki, he was too hot and horny to waste time once he had enough room to do what he wanted. With pants around legs he again shifted their bodies so Nabiki was flat under him. The head of his cock seemed to find the target between her legs and he pushed. She was more than wet enough, but as he speared the first couple of inches into her virgin pussy, she cried out, bitting his shoulder as her hymen tore.
Ranma controlled himself, breathing hard and kissing the top of her head as he waited for her to adjust, and to keep from being unmanly and screaming with the force of her bite. After a bit, her teeth eased and he heard her breathing become more control. “Ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” Nabiki said in a strained voice., It feels good, but, slow . . .Please.”
“you got it,” he replied as he started to slowly pump his hips back and forth. The feeling was wonderful, not just the feeling of him moving in her, but the warmth and security of knowing that the powerful man thrusting into her cared. He could have simply shoved in and taken his pleasure, but he was trying to make this good for her as well. Nabiki knew from other girls how rare that was. And for a jock like Ranma, it was unheard of.
The pain between her legs didn’t go away, but it soon faded into inconsequence against the pleasure of feeling him slid deeper and deeper into her. His hands cupped her bottom while his head against the couch by her head kept his weight from crushing her. Her fantasy hadn’t begun to equal the reality. The pleasure of joining so closely with another person. Of feeling them inside you, and around you at the same time.
Sooner than Nabiki would have imagined, nearly all of Ranma’s cock was slipping in and out of her channel, his big balls swinging up against her ass with each inward thrust. Somehow he’d pulled her into a position where the top of his shaft stroked over her clit like a violin bow, and it was not long before she experienced the first of what turned out to be dozens of orgasms.
Nabiki lost all track of time. Her world shrank to only include her, Ranma, and the couch. He moved above her, and in her and it was good. Sweat coated her body, and her muscles were starting to ache from strain by the time she heard him gasp, and plunge deep into her, straining against her body. She felt him pulsing inside her body as he blasted his seed deep inside her, and she came again, crying out and not hearing how it sounded.
Over in the corner Ryouga snapped picture after picture. There were going to be lots of shots for their photo album, and with any luck, they’d be filling many more. He could hardly wait to get his hands, and other parts, on and in Nabiki. Whatever they played next would have to include him, or his balls would explode.
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