[Episode 112801] [Episode 112801]The wedding ceremony, something that was supposed to mark a change in her life, was completely different from everything that she had ever dreamed it to be. It was, instead, a mockery of her fondest desires. Instead of acres of the finest white silks draped just so across her body, she had been nude before the world and the Kami’s. Granted, the symbolism behind the lack of clothes made the ceremony endurable, but it just wasn’t what she wanted. Everyone had been nude, even the aged priest. Then, to have the event filmed… well, she shuddered just remembering it.
Of course, the newest Saotome sighed, she did have a choice. She could have chosen the fate of her sister. Deep down, where she rarely looked for a number of different reasons, she admitted that being submissive towards a man was her normal way. Unlike her sisters, Kasumi had never tried to dominate anyone. It just felt so wrong to her to see modern women becoming the dominant figure in a household. Even the conversations she had had with her mother before she passed away had hinted at the other routes a woman had to go through to get their way.
Instead, her views on everything were changing so rapidly it felt like her head was going to spin off of her shoulders. Probably the hardest thing to deal with for her was the lust. Never before in her entire life, even the few times she had explored her body while in the darkness of her locked room, had she experienced anything like the fire that raged through her veins at the present moment.
She followed her new husband through her mother’s house with her head down, her body tingling, and fighting her eyes which seemed to want to glaze over as she experienced the burning and euphoria of uncontrolled sexual need.
When Ranma opened the door to his old room, she had just enough willpower to glance around quickly before locking eyes with the new man in her life. The room was Spartan. A western queen size bed was shoved under the window. A tiny wooden desk sat next to the door. The small chest of drawers stood solemnly next to the bed. That was it. No more furniture and no wall decorations. A single lamp hanging from the center of the ceiling lit the room.
She could feel that her sister had followed them in and was now shutting the door. She shuddered slightly at the feeling of impending doom, but there was no real chance of escape. Her body had already fallen to the man and her mind was unable to resist the temptations of the flash.
Slender, female arms wrapped around her waist as her younger sister embraced her. The feeling of Nabiki’s breasts pressing against her back ripped another shiver from her attention-starved body. The way her younger siblings nipples, so hard they felt like rocks, indented her skin and rubbed slightly made her own ache in sympathy.
She shut her eyes to enjoy the sensation only to feel her husband step forward and wrap his own arms around her. She shivered again and leaned her head back to rest against her sisters’ shoulder. Feeling lips pressing against her own, she opened her mouth and accepted the ravishing that her body desperately required. A small battle of tongues was quickly fought and won, but not by her. She closed her mouth slightly to trap his tongue, massaged it with her own, and applied a light suction to keep his tongue entrapped.
Raising her arms, she couldn’t stop herself from running them up and down the firm, muscled backside of her husband. The feel of each individual muscle burned her fingertips, but not enough to cause them to stop. Instead, she lightly scratched his skin with her nails while rubbing small circles with the rest.
Nabiki’s hands forced themselves between the bodies of the other two. One hand went to each of her sisters’ breasts, there to play and lightly pinch the diamond hard nipples. Just the feeling of her breasts being lightly abused forced Kasumi to groan in passion. Unable to control the responses of her own body, the older sister started squirming. Her backside was pushed out slightly, wiggling against the soft skin of Nabiki. Her chest, forced forward, tried to make contact with her husband, only to be held back by the fingers of a girl’s hand.
The burning need of her body, concentrating on different areas, was driving her wild. She wanted attention in the worst way and she wanted it now. Shoving a hand between the body of her husband and her own, she grasped his member. She could remember how large it was, having glanced at it more than once during the wedding ceremony. Now, she didn’t care about the apprehension she had felt before. Instead, she softly stroked it while rubbing the spongy head over the skin on her silken belly. The feeling was divine to her, although she wanted to rub it lower.
Lifting his head from where it had been ravishing the woman’s mouth, Ranma grunted, pleased at the forwardness of his wife. Looking closely at her face, he couldn’t help but grin as she returned his look. Her face was flushed with desire. Her eyes were glazing over and rolling about in their sockets. Her mouth was parted slightly to allow her to pant her excitement. He felt another burst of arousal when he saw her pink tongue stick out and lick her swollen lips.
Deciding that he couldn’t wait, he gently guided the two women to the bed. First, he directed his slave to sit on her heels at the head of the bed. Then he had his wife lay down on her back with her head resting comfortably on his slave’s knees. Without any further words, he watched as Nabiki gently grasped her sister’s hands and tucked them into her belly. Kasumi simply watched him, spreading her legs widely while bending them until her feet were flat on the bed. He watched her breasts bounce gently as she squirmed.
A gentle smile on his lips, he crawled on the bed, ignoring the older woman’s whimpering at his slow pace. Kneeling between her wide-open legs, he grabbed his member and leaned forward. Looking down, he watched as he rubbed the head between her petals. Her fluids were thick and hot, quickly coating the tip of his tool. Not listening to her cries and pleading, he dipped the head into her sex. It turned him on to see her tunnel open wider, accepting him in while she pushed upwards with her hips to force him deeper.
He teased her, slowly penetrating her hot, wet sex an inch or so before withdrawing all the way. Each time he withdrew, he watched as her swollen labia hung open for a few seconds before she clenched, closing them. Each time they closed, the cycle would begin again. Only her pleading for more changed. She became louder, casting aside any sign of pride, as she begged to be taken. She tried to rip her arms free to grab her husband and force him into her body, but Nabiki proved to be too strong. Kasumi then tried to follow the withdrawal of his tool with her hips, but he was too quick for her, keeping just out of reach except to tease her.
Finally tiring of driving her wild, he decided that it was time. Catching her eye, she froze as if she were a bird before a snake. A quick snap of his hips, and he was buried within her to the hilt. If she hadn’t been so turned on, it would probably have been the most excruciating pain that she ever experienced. Instead, her hymen tore cleanly during a full-blown orgasm. Her scream of pleasure echoed off the walls to his room, drawing a chuckle from him and a whimper from the neglected slave girl.
Pulling back his hips, he smiled at his wife for a second before slamming them forward. A loud grunt escaped Kasumi’s lips as she squeezed her eyes shut. Hearing his slave whimper once again, he looked at her while keeping the cycle of slow withdrawal and forceful thrust. His slave was obviously in distress from her own burning need. A few whispered words, ignored by the screaming woman he was screwing, brought the needed action.
Nabiki spread her knees, letting her sister’s head fall to the bed. While the older woman was distracted by her master’s tool in her sex, she shifted forward and positioned her own tunnel over the prone woman’s mouth.
Kasumi opened her eyes and saw the dripping hole above her. As she watched it lower, she didn’t even hesitate. She stuck out her tongue and licked the dripping juice up. She savored the feeling of being slammed into, her sister’s hands playing with her nipples, and the feeling of being able to pleasure her sister at the same time.
The evening quickly passed once each of the two women exploded into massive orgasms. Their bodies continued to shake and shiver as the man gave them pleasure one right after the other. They were given just enough rest to catch their breaths before being ravaged by the man, the other woman, or both. Their cries of passion filled the room almost constantly. By the time they had fallen into an exhausted sleep, Kasumi knew that she would enjoy her new life. She felt that nothing that felt that good could be bad in her opinion.
Even the thought of the incest that had occurred didn’t faze her. Nabiki had ceased being her sister at some point during the marathon lovemaking session. Instead, she had been relegated to her husband’s slave. A toy, if you will, that belonged to her husband that could be used on her own body. Granted, she would act sisterly in public, but her worldview had changed.
Now, she just had to decide what to do next.
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