Best Buddies. Sharing a bath was never like this before

Unending BE - episode 325911

Ranma had been able to hear Hiroshi and Daisuke, if not to comment on what she heard. So she was not surprised when the zipper of the bag was slid open, and she found herself in a very high class type bathing room.

She got ready to go into her act, the outraged martial artist, when Hiroshi’s hand slid over her bare butt, and in between her ass cheeks, and the act turned into the real thing. “Get your hand off me you fucking bastard!” she swore. Of course, the ball gag sort of muffled the demand, so Hiroshi could be forgiven for not obeying Ranma’s demand. A finger hooked under the lip of the small butt plug he’d inserted earlier and he pulled upward, popping it out. A muffled groan came from Ranma as it was withdrawn. She’d almost gotten used to it, till Hiroshi had moved it.

The next thing Hiroshi undid was Ranma’s ball gag. “I’m going to kill you!” Ranma screamed as soon as her mouth was free. “I’ll rip off your balls and stuff them up your ass. And then I’ll get serious!”

“Sorry, Ranma,” Hiroshi said in a mocking tone. “The only ones who are going to do any ass stuffing are me and Daisuke. I’m afraid you’re the stuffie.”

Ranma twisted her head and looked up at Hiroshi, her eyes wide. Her inexperience in matters sexual meant it took a few seconds for the words to percolate and be deciphered. When they were . . .Ranma’s eyes widened. “You can’t do that!”

“Sure we can,” Hiroshi answered in a matter of fact tone of voice. “It might take a lot of oil to do it, but we can, count on it.” His voice turned colder as he finished his statement.

“No!”

“Yes!”

Hiroshi continued to unfasten Ranma’s bondage, and she suddenly found herself free for the first time in an hour. Her foot lashed backward toward Hiroshi’s belly. It was slow and hesitant as Ranma’s directions to her leg got scrambled by the collar. Hiroshi easily knocked her leg to one side with his forearm. He took hold of Ranma’s pants at the caves. “Give me a hand, Dai.”

Daisuke had been a silent observer. He was seriously conflicted. Ranma was his friend, but Ranma-chan had one of the sweetest little bodies he’d ever seen. He’d dreamed of having her in just this situation before he’d known who she really was. He wanted to save Ranma from this fate, but he also wanted to inflict it on her. Daisuke was not a bad guy, not really, but he’d been exposed to a very twisted sexual life, and when given the justification of saving his mother from disgrace, he found it a bit too easy to give into his worse impulses. He moved forward to help Hiroshi.

The two boys took hold of Ranma’s pants just above the ankle, and lifted. Ranma slid out of the oversized pants like a banana out of its peel. She sprawled bare assed on the floor, her breasts exposed by the shirt that was still shoved up over them. Her hands were resting on the floor behind her and she used them as braces as she lifted a foot and waved it in a threatening manner at Daisuke.

Having made his decision, Daisuke didn’t hesitate. He moved in, grabbed Ranma’s ankle and twisted the girl over on her belly. He dropped down and took hold of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. For a few seconds her arms hung up, and then they pulled free. Daisuke felt great. Even knowing about the collar, it gave him a big ego boost to be able to manhandle Ranma like that.

Fully naked, Ranma tried to make a break for it, but caught by Daisuke and hauled back into the bathing area, her feet barely touching the ground as he tucked her under his arm. Ranma had never thought of Daisuke as being much of a man. She was now looking at him in a whole new light. He seemed much, much, bigger than she remembered for some reason. She tried to punch him in the side, but again her blow mistimed and she just drew a bit of a gasp instead of putting him down.

Daisuke let Ranma go only long enough to reposition his grip. He pulled her over one of his legs which he extended and delivered a painful swat to her rear. “Stop that.”

Ranma was shocked and mortified. He’d spanked her. “You bastard! I thought you were my friend!”

“He is, he is. He’s going to show you a really good time,” Hiroshi said in a jovial tone. He started to undress, tossing each item of clothes out into the living area of the big room as he did. Daisuke joined him.

Ranma had been to public baths. She’d seen boys undress before. But this was different. The context made all the difference in the world. Before it would have just been her two buddies joining her in getting clean. Now they had a whole lot more on their agenda, and she knew it. And knew she wasn’t going to be able to stop them. She watched in horrified fascination as the boys stripped down. Her eyes widened as she spotted Hiroshi’s prick. It was semi-flaccid, about eight inches long, and damaged? There were scars along its length in several places, and it seemed to have a peculiar bend.

Ranma was so busy staring at Hiroshi’s manhood, that it took her a second to twig onto the fact that Daisuke was fully exposed. Her eyes had widened at the sight of Hiroshi, but now they bulged as she spotted Daisuke’s full erection. “No way, that’s ain’t human,” Ranma blurted out. It had to be as long as her forearm, and the head as big as her fist.

“Oh, it’s real, alright,” Hiroshi said as Daisuke preened and posed. “Unlike mine, it’s one hundred percent natural.” He started to move toward Ranma, who backed up till she was pressed against a wall. Daisuke moved with Hiroshi, and they both loomed over Ranma as she looked right and left for a way to escape.

Once again Ranma made a break for it, and once again her body betrayed her. Leaving her slow enough for Daisuke to wrap an arm around her waist and swing her up in the air as he carried her over to the pre-wash area. Hiroshi got there ahead of him and turned on the water.

Ranma felt intense relief as hot water washed over her, for about one second. Then she realized she wasn’t changing. She remembered Hiroshi’s words about the collar then. Her hands lifted and she tried with all her might to pull the disgusting thing off of her neck. She stopped when Hiroshi suddenly started washing her with a rough washcloth well lathered in soap. “Get off me!” Ranma protested, pushing away from him, only to back into Daisuke, who reached around and started washing her large breasts with soapy hands. Ranma tried to squirm away, but he had too good a grip, in more ways than one. He continued to soap and rub her breasts, which swelled from the attention, and started the same strange feeling she’d felt under the bridge with Hiroshi.

Ranma’s struggles increased as she tried to get away from Daisuke, and the feelings he was creating. She was prevented by Daisuke, and by Hiroshi, who was now kneeling in front of her washing her belly. “Stop!” Ranma protested as Hiroshi’s hands moved lower. He ran the rough cloth between her legs, drawing a gasp from Ranma. He began running the washcloth up and down her inner legs, making sure that on each upward stroke he fondled her sex.

Ranma’s distress increased as she felt a large round thing grinding into the small of her back and she realized it was Daisuke’s prick. “Get away from me!” she cried out.

“Don’t be like that, Ranma,” Hiroshi chided her. “You’ll hurt poor Dai’s feelings. Can’t you ‘feel’ how much he likes you.”

“Yea Ranma. I like you this much,” Daisuke said, bending his knees so he could run his stiff shaft up and down the cleft of Ranma’s petite bottom. Ranma went up on tiptoes to try and avoid it, and Hiroshi ran a bare hand up her leg and with great aim slid his thumb up into her twat.

“Ahhhhhh, No, ah, get it out!” Ranma protested, wiggling her hips and trying to lift herself free. Her efforts only made the weird feeling she was feeling all the more intense.

Behind her Daisuke squited some liquid soap down her back so it ran between the cheeks of her ass and over his prick. He took hold of her waist and pulled her back against him. He started pumping his cock up down her ass cleft, his breath coming quicker and quicker. One hand slid up her belly and took hold of a soapy breast. Between her legs Hiroshi had shifted his hand so he could slip his ring finger up into her twat, and rub her clit with his thumb. “No, no!” Ranma continued to protest, but her voice was growing weaker and her body was moving more in tune with the boys than against them.

Ranma let out a sudden gasp and clenched her thighs around Hiroshi’s hand as she came for the second time in her life. Before she could recover, Daisuke pulled her tight against him as he also gasped and Ranma felt hot wet sperm splattering over her back.

“Ready for a hot soak, Ranma?” Hiroshi asked. He stood up and stared down at the dazed looking Ranma. His twisted prick was fully erect, and pointing straight at Ranma. “I know I am.”

  1. *Hiroshi soaks his dick in a nice warm place
  2. Back to Akane
  3. The principal moves on to his next harem girl prospect
  4. Something else

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Mon Dec 01 15:56:51 2003