The erection sagged to limply dangle between her legs.
“AIYAA!” Shampoo mourned.
Ranma herself was surprised the fancy had worked. Thinking of making it stand up again, she snapped her fingers again. It sprang back to its full 12 inches.
“Aiyaa!...” Shampoo sighed in wonder.
“Now this is a dick I can live with,” she said, forgetting for the moment it wasn’t a member of the Saotome family. “Too bad its on my girl-body.”
“Yes,” Shampoo agreed; she did like the look and feel of men’s, and especially guy-type Ranma’s, body. “But we worry about that later!” she cried playfully, throwing her arms around her airen’s neck, sending them both to the floor. She wasn’t about to give Ranma another chance to snap her fingers and take the joystick away.
As the accomplished warrior wrestled the little redhead, she raised her groin up to where she could spit herself on the tattooed wand.
“Ranma let Shampoo show one way or another if new manhood worth keep!” She said that as much for her own doubts as Ranma’s. She still loved everything about Ranma, even his—only by comparison—smaller cock.
She forced Ranma’s fingers up into her breasts just as she sank down around the manhood, the simultaneous sensations was nearly enough to make her swoon. Her limp weight forced the long sex into her cervix. The sense of having the wide male in her tighter place stirred her. Not daring to let go of Ranma’s smaller hands, she used her Amazon muscles to drag herself back up along its length, until she was in position to drop herself back down over it. It felt so good she had to do it over and over again.
“Fuck, Ranma! Fuck like man! Now, even girl, Ranma man! Fuck good!” Shampoo was cunning enough to hope that by repeating this suggestion it might work its way into her airen’s mind. Then every time Ranma envisioned turning into a man, this cock would be part of his fine body.
Ranma had allowed this to continue because she, too, was curious. But more than that, after receiving a cock in her, the male in her mind needed to be the one giving cock. She wasn’t the one stretching a tight hole; she was the one stretching a tight hole. And with this added width, it would make most cooch’s feel tight!
The only disappointment was that there was no build up, no rising pressure, no need to hold out as long as possible. All that she felt from this stranger’s cock was the desire to be used.
Shampoo was starting to sweat from long minutes of vigorous squats, and her juices were oozing down over Ranma’s own crotch.
“Come on, already!!” Ranma cried, banging her head against the floor in frustration that her orgasm didn’t seem any closer.
Tue Nov 09 14:58:41 2004
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