[Episode 140478] [Episode 140478]The restaurant wasn’t all that busy she saw with relief. She didn’t want to bother Shampoo-chan when she was too occupied with her job to talk properly. The only current customers were four nice old men sitting at a corner table. Shampoo was currently setting out a tea-pot and cups for them. She was standing between two of the old men, who were chatting with their fellows as Shampoo laid out their refreshments.
Kasumi blinked, and blushed a bit as the men on either side of Shampoo slid a hand up under her short skirt, hiking it high up on her ass. Each one openly fondled a lovely pale cheek.. Shampoo startled slightly, but then wiggled her hips and let the old men have a good feel. Each hand slipped over, their fingers aiming for the cleft between her cheeks. Their fingers met and started a furious battle as to who would get to claim that territory. All the while the owners of those hands kept up a pleasant conversation with their companions.
Kasumi should have been shocked by their behavior. Should have spoken up and gently chided them. But her eyes and mind were focused on something else entirely. That smooth pure clean pale bottom of Shampoo’s. It was so beautiful, and just as lovely were the brief glimpses of what lay between her legs that Shampoo’s wriggling displayed. For a few seconds Kasumi thought Shampoo was wearing nothing under her skirt, but as the two old men fondled the waitresses ass Kasumi spotted the thin strip of a thong bisecting Shampoo’s rear, and just barely covering her the purse of her sex. The urges that sight filled Kasumi with were very different from any she’d felt before.
During her brief career as the, Warrior for Love and cleanliness, Pretty Sailor, White Porcelain, Kasumi had developed a fetish for being raped. In fact, that was how she’d defeated Queen Grime in their final battle. She deliberately let herself be captured by her enemy. Grime and her underlings had been so enthralled watching Youma ravage Kasumi that they’d forgotten to keep an eye on their doomsday machine, and Kasumi’s plucky companions had managed to destroy it. Grime, her underlings, and all her Youma had been sucked back into their dirty underworld.
Before Kasumi got a chance to experience the ultimate Orgasm!!!
She’d been so close! So close to the really big one. She’d known it was coming, the mind blowing thrills she’d experienced in earlier battles would have paled in comparison. She was sure of it. But, she’d been denied by Grime’s defeat. And ever since she’d half-heartedly tried to reclaim that lost chance at Nirvana. And never even come close. Though she had, had some quite nice ordinary ones.
And then, last night had happened. The night before she had been made up to resemble a dark Youma, and had ravaged first Ukyou, and then her own sister, Akane. During that role playing, she’d let herself go, had mentally given herself over to the dark-side. She’d taken and sullied the light, Spilling her fake seed into the sex of a pair of champions of love and beauty. And loved it!
Maybe because it hadn’t been real, she’d been able to let herself go, to forget about purity and goodness and revel in the darkness. Whatever the reason, the pleasure she’d derived from driving that thick double dildo into first Ukyou, and then Akane had been the best sex she’d had since she gave up being a magical girl.
But, while she’d sampled her sister and Ukyou, she hadn’t claimed Shampoo. At the time she hadn’t minded, but now staring at the Shampoo’s peach shaped bottom she felt real regret. How wonderful it would be to plunder that!
Kasumi swallowed a mouthful of spit and looked down at the recipe book in her arms. She’d meant to show it to Shampoo, and ask her if it were real. Now. . . now she wasn’t sure if she wanted to. There were so many possibilities in the book if it were true. It could make her into a real, well, a real make-believe, Youma. Give her a real male member instead of a fake one. A hard thick cock she could slam into Shampoo till the other girl fainted from the pleasure. And how much more fun would that be if the amazon was taken unaware. Kasumi nearly drooled at the thought of Shampoo’s surprise at being spread and speared by a real cock instead of the gel one she’d be expecting.
There was only one fly in that fantasy. How could she find out if the book was safe to use?
One of the problems with caring on a secret affair under cover of being enemies, is the impossibility of making nice in public when around the so called object of your affection. In Akane and Ukyou’s case that was Ranma. It had gotten real tiresome having to exchange dagger looks over Ranma’s head, and make cutting remarks to each other, when all they really wanted to do was head off somewhere and swap spit and other bodily fluids.
While they still couldn’t slip off and fuck, they no longer felt the need to pretend jealousy. So they happily sat on either side of Ranma and gossiped. The three of them were outside for lunch, sitting under a spreading tree. The nearest schoolmates were a few dozen feet away, so they felt safe as to what they could talk about.
“I think it was because it was Kasumi. You know what I mean,” Akane said.
“Oh, man, do I ever,” Ukyou nodded. “It was sort of fun when I thought it was Ryouga in some sort of costume, and for a little while I thought it was Ranma-honey as a girl and that was even better, but when I got a good look at Kasumi . . .” Ukyou trailed off, her thighs clenching slightly in memory.
“Oh yea, I felt the same way. That pure black skin, with the black hair and horse’s tale, not to mention,”
“That fucking huge cock,” both girls chorused together. Both girl’s squeezed their legs tightly as they each slipped into a pleasant revere.
Ranma was a lot horny. Having two good looking girls going on and on about their latest sexual adventure could do that to a boy. The fly in the ointment to the egotistical Ranma was that they weren’t talking about him. You’d think he hadn’t even been their last night for all they’d mentioned him. Sure he’d only done Shampoo, but he’d done her in front of them. You’d think they could at least mention how impressive he’d been. Instead they’d spent the last fifteen minutes doing nothing but rave about Kasumi. He was starting to feel more than a little jealous. In his mind he made a mental note that the next time he’d show them his skills first hand, and drive all thoughts of Kasumi out of their minds. In, fact, he was starting to get a strong urge toward suggesting they skip afternoon classes and do a bit of playing when the girl’s conversation was interrupted.
“Saotome!” A loud, panting, voice yelled from only a few feet away. Both Ranma and the girls jumped in reaction at being surprised like that. All three of them twisted to the left to look at Nabiki who was standing there, her face flushed and sweat beading her face, and staining her uniform. And image further from her usual cool and collected self would be hard to imagine.
Akane was the first to recover. “Big sister, what’s the matter?” she cried out, jumping up to take hold of the obviously distressed Nabiki.
Nabiki brushed Akane’s arms to the side and leaned over so she could place both hands on Ranma’s shoulders. “Where’s Ryo-chan!?” she demanded, her tone of voice far from her usual detached manner of speaking. She sounded very close to hysteria actually. Her eyes were frantic as she stared at Ranma.
Ranma was starting to get seriously freaked out. “Uh, well, she’s sort of like Ryouga, she could be anywhere,” he stammered.
“We have to find her! Now!” Nabiki shouted, shaking Ranma hard enough that his head bounced off the tree behind him and left him with the whirly-eyes of he’s-out-of-there syndrom.”
“What’s going on, sugar,” Ukyou asked.
Nabiki had by this time managed to catch her breath and her normal reserved manner was beginning to assert itself. Enough so that she instinctively shaded the facts. “There’s a bounty on her head. We have to find her before someone else catches her. She smashed up some film studio and now the owners are after her. Who knows what they’ll do to the poor girl.”
The thought in Nabiki’s mind revolved around poor Ryo-chan signing a life-time, iron-bound, contract that would cut Nabiki out of the picture forever. The images appearing in the minds of Ranma and the girls were very different. Each of them was imagining poor Ryo-chan incarcerated, and suffering various indignities. In Akane’s mind, fellow inmates molested her golden brown body. Attacking her in the shower room and lathering that luscious body from head to toe with soap before invading every crevice with their fingers and tongues.
In Ukyou’s imagination it was the guards doing the molesting. Pulling Ryo-chan into a back room for a full cavity search, followed by hours and hours of cavity filling. Thick cock after thick cock plunging into every orifice the big busted blonde had.
Ranma, much more aware of what Ryo-chan was capable of, was imagining Ryo-chan turning into the inmate-boss, and having her own private harem of school-girl age cons, feeding her peeled grapes, servicing her every sexual whim, cooking delicious home cooked meals for her. They’d spoil her, she’d never want to be on the bottom again.
But whatever the case, the conclusion drawn by all three was the same. “No way, I want to do that to her. “We must save Ryo-chan,” the all chorused together.
Of course, making such a statement, and carrying it out were two different things. They decided to . . .
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