Best buddies. Shipping Ranma.

Unending BE - episode 325699

Hiroshi had sent Daisuke off with some whispered instruction, and now turned to Ranma who had gathered her legs under and was looking at him in defiance. He smirked, and moved toward her. Predicably, Ranma lashed out at him. Her foot flashed off the ground, and flew toward his face, or rather, that is what Ranma tried to do. Her foot got half way to it’s goal and she stumbled slightly, her balance gone, her foot speed slowed, and Hiroshi reached out and easily caught it. Lifting, he hoisted her leg high in the air, and spilled her onto her back.

“damn it!” Ranma swore, more at herself than at Hiroshi. She tried to gain her feet, but her body would not react to her commands, not as fast as it should have. Before she was even half way up, Hiroshi was on her, spinning her around and pressing her face into the dirty concrete. He wrenched her hands behind her back and tied them together with a bit of twine he pulled from his pocket. Ranma tried to break the flimsy bond, and could not. Hiroshi sat down on the ground beside her, high up under the bridge, and pulled her up into a sitting position, and then dragged her up on his lap, her back to him.

“Let’s get better acquainted, Ranma,” Hiroshi said keeping one hand around her belly, he slid the other one up, pushing her oversized shirt up and off her large breasts. “God it’s a crime to hide these beauties,” Hiroshi whispered as his hand fondled one of the warm globes.

“I’ll kill you!” Ranma shouted, struggling to free herself from Hiroshi. Her stomach was fluttering with an unfamiliar dread as Hiroshi’s hand roamed over her body, and clenched around her breast. Strange sensations filled her body as feelings she’d never experienced before coursed through her. The collar around her neck had disrupted the Jusenkyo curse, not only keeping it from working, but stopping the protection it put around Ranma’s mind to prevent her from truly feeling and reacting like a girl.

“Awwww, but we’re having such a good time,” Hiroshi whispered in her ear. He continued to fondle her right breast, while his left hand played with the drawstring that held Ranma’s too large pants around her slender waist.

“What are you doing!?” Ranma cried out in panic as she felt Hiroshi’s hand slip under her waistband. She’d had more than a few guys grab her tits, not to mention a few girls, but noone had ever touched her down there. “Ahhhhhhhh,” she cried out as Hiroshi’s hand slipped down her lower belly, and his fingers stroked her pubic hair. “Stop it! Stop it!” Ranma yelled out, her struggles intensifying. Hiroshi ignored her, and slipped his hand down lower, tell his fingers found her lower lips, and tickled them. Ranma gave a loud gasp, and her back arched as an electrical like shock flowed through her groin. “What are you doing!?” she cried out.

“Sampling the wares of course,” Hiroshi said in a matter of fact voice. He continued to tickle her down below, and was soon rewarded by having feeling her outer labia part, allowing him access to her inner flesh, which was, much to his surprise, wet. The discovery had a profound effect on him. He’d been doing this because he had no choice, for the sake of his friends, and for Akane, he had picked this course, but the proof that Ranma was reacting in a very female way to his attention, stirred another feeling in him.

Hiroshi was a very sexual creature. His mother had made sure of that. He’d been trained to expect a regular course of sex. There had barely been a day since he turned eleven that he didn’t experience some form of sex. But, very little of that sex had been the result of his own desires. Even now, with his mother as a sex slave, it was still more about her than him. No matter how he abused her, no matter what he did to her, she loved it and begged for more.

Now, Hiroshi was suddenly presented with the reality that he held a sexually responsive girl on his lap, one who had no knowledge of sex, one who had no interest in controlling him. A girl he had secretly lusted after for more than a year. His cock suddenly hardened, pressing against Ranma’s firm little rear. Hiroshi’s motivation became less firm. He still wanted to help his buddies, but possessing Ranma’s body was becoming nearly as important a goal.

“Ahhhh, get away from me!” Ranma cried out as she felt the bulge against her rear, and understood what it was. “I’m a guy, I’m a guy, I’m a guy!” She shouted like a mantra.

“Not from where I sit,” Hiroshi said in a hoarse voice, his hand moving from breast to breast, and his fingers delving deep between Ranma’s legs, following the trail of wetness to her inner core. A long forefinger hooked, and pushed into Ranma’s virgin sex. “Never figured to find a guy with one of these,” Hiroshi panted into Ranma’s ear. He began to move his finger in and out of her, while his thumb sought out and found her clit. He pulled Ranma hard against him, leaning backward till he was laying flat on the ground, Ranma sprawled on top of him. He ground his cock into the crevice between her ass cheeks, and squeezed and rubbed her breasts while his expert fingers stimulated Ranma in a way she’d never experienced before.

Ranma had no defenses, no way of escaping. She didn’t understand what was happening to her, she continued to cry out in inarticulate sqeeals and grunts as Hiroshi molested her body. When the climax came, it was a great shock to her. Her body spasmed, and she clenched her thighs around Hiroshi’s finger while her cunt convulsed around it.

Hiroshi panted as he pulled his hand from between Ranma’s legs. He pushed her off him, and rolled her over on her back, he started to tug at her waistband, intending to pull her pants down and take her right here and now.

“Hiroshi?” Daisuke whispered from just outside the bridge, just out of Hiroshi’s line of sight. The sound broke Hiroshi out of his trance, and brought him back to the present.

sweating profusely, he whisped back to Daisuke. “Back up here. Did you bring it?”

“Yea, Shi, it’s right here,” Daisuke said, hefting a large sports equipment bag. The sort of thing any teenage boy might be carrying on his way to some club activity.

“Good man,” Hiroshi said taking it from him. He lay it on the ground near Ranma, who was staring at him with wide eyes, her clothes in disarray.

Daisuke swallowed nervously as he looked at Ranma. Her shirt was up over her perfect breasts, which heaved from her deep breathing. Her pants were halfway down her thighs, just showing the start of her pubic arc. She was staring at both boys with a shocked expression. “Did you?” he asked Hiroshi hesitantly.

Hiroshi glanced over at Daisuke, and then at Ranma, “Nah, almost, but I just felt her up a little.” He paused for a second, and then added. “She came like a firecracker.”

“No way!” Daisuke said in surprise, looking at Ranma with an expression that held speculation.

“I didn’t do nothing! But I’m going to kill you both,” Ranma swore from her position. “You wait, when I get this collar .mmmmmffffff,” her voice cut off as Hiroshi shoved a ball gag into it. He quickly tied it around the back of her head, silencing her for the duration.

“Give me a hand,” He asked Daisuke as he took several leather ties from the bag. With Daisuke help, he fastened Ranma’s ankles together, and then folded her small body up, pushing her upper thighs against her breasts and her ankles against her upper legs. Tying her securely, they ended up with a very small package, one that could easily fit in the equipment bag Daisuke had brought. They lifted her in face down, and zipped it shut.

Just before the bag was all the way closed, Hiroshi gave into impulse, and reached in and dragged Ranma’s pants down over her thighs, revealing her bare ass cheeks. He ran a hand over them, which earned him a muffled curse. Kneeling, he spread them wide, revealing Ranma’s crinkled little anus. “Give me some oil, Daisuke,”

Daisuke had started this adventure with great misgiving, and a sick heart. He had to save his mother, but to do that he had to abuse Ranma. No however, his perverse nature, so recently unlocked, and maybe inherited from his father was coming to the fore. His erection was a painful bulge in his pants as he handed Hiroshi the small tube of sexual lubricant, and he rubbed the tented fabric of his pants as Hiroshi squirted some into the crack of Ranma’s ass, and then slipped a finger up her bottom.

“Nice and tight,” Hiroshi remarked. “Give me the little butt plug,” he asked Daisuke, who handed it to him with a wide eyed expression. Hiroshi rubbed the thin tip of the sexual aid in the excess lubricant, and then pushed it against the opening to Ranma’s ass. A loud, if muffled, cry came from the bag as the slender cone of plastic shoved inward. It was only a few inches long, and Hiroshi seated it to it’s narrow collar easily. Despite the ease of entry, he was sweating profusely by the time he finished zipping the bag shut.

“Let’s get home,” Hiroshi said in a voice that was hoarse with suppressed desire. His balls ached and he had to adjust himself to make the bulge in his pants less noticeable. With a grunt, he hefted the bag containing Ranma’s compressed body. But, he walked away with little sigh of effort. He might not have trained in the martial arts, but his pervert mother had wanted a stud for a lover, so he’d been doing weight training at home from the time he’d hit puberty. He was far stronger than he looked.

  1. Hiroshi's home
  2. Akane's situation
  3. The principal is not finished, there is still ukyou
  4. *something else

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Sat Nov 29 11:29:42 2003