ATOTWH02 Nabiki/Ranma/Shampoo A Tale of Two Wallets Hentai Version (Round Two!) by Jim Robert Bader (Inspired by the Works of Rumiko Takahashi & Others) The Second Night! 1. Nabiki's Journal Resumes: It was late at night and I had just made my last entry before powering down my computer, having taken note of the time and wanting to be ready. I had made arrangements with Shampoo and Ranma-kun to stop by around ten O'clock and with that deadline fast approaching I knew that I would have little more time at all to prepare myself before their arrival. Getting up from my chair I briefly considered what would be needed, having already taken a trip to the lavatory to freshen myself a bit so I wouldn't seem so hot and gamy after all the day's long list of excitements. On impulse I went to my wall-length mirror and studied my reflection, looking myself over with a critical eye as if I were about to be under military inspection. Staring back at me was a girl whom I thought I knew, whose profile was at least nominally familiar, yet who seemed almost a total stranger now, certainly not the person that I had thought she was on previous evenings. I could not define what was different about her, only that she was fundamentally a very different person. Some impulse-call it vanity if you must-prompted me to decide that a better look was in order, so I reached down and pulled off my halter top, then my bra with it, then I hooked my shorts and discarded them into the pile with the others, and lastly my panties, which constituted the whole of my current wardrobe. Stripped naked in both the physical and metaphorical sense, I re-presented myself before the mirror and gave myself a thorough lookover. I wanted to familiarize myself with certain details I had long been taking for granted just in case the changes within me were starting to be reflected on the outside. I was finding it increasingly difficult to believe that I was still essentially the same girl I had been before a certain martial artist had entered my life and turned it upside down completely. Staring back at me from the mirror was indeed a lanky Japanese girl with short brown hair kept stylishly trimmed to my usual helmet length. A slightly angular face that still resembled the more conventional beauty of my sisters' faces framed a pair of brown eyes that seemed slightly hooded, like a predatory beast sizing up her potential prospects. I've been called a Mercenary and a heartless girl on occasion simply because I let to little emotion show on my face, and because of my on-and-off obsession with making a living through various get- rich-quick schemes that mostly pan out in my favor, but that only touches on the surface that I let show around others. Behind the mask I wear is a girl who has known hard times and good times, and who has recently learned to care more for others than I do for my own welfare. The rest of me made for a pretty good inventory, long, thin build, athletically muscled without being hard and rangy like either Ranma or Shampoo. I pride myself on having kept in pretty good shape throughout my life, even during the long spell when I'd allowed my martial arts training to elapse, though I must confess that I've never seen much point in going all-out like Akane. Too much sweaty hard work if you ask me. Of course now that I'm studying to be a Lore Master I'm starting to change there, developing a taste for grueling exercises under the influence of the Old Woman. The results are pretty self-evident as I rate myself as in pretty good shape, lean and round in all the right places with just enough body fat to be aesthetically pleasing. Long neck, lean shoulders with an hourglass curve to my general figure. I have nicely shaped breasts that are not too large but definitely make for more than handful, with nicely shaped nipples that come with hundred-yen sized areolas. No sagging whatsoever...I stretch my arms over my head and I'm satisfied to note that my breasts rise appropriately, I let my arms fall and my breasts come down like a pair of tear-drop-shaped cones, and not even the trace of tan lines to mar my otherwise perfect complexion. Thin waist, washboard smooth stomach, check. Smooth thighs, long, tapering legs that extend to narrow ankles and long, tapering feet, double check. Everything checks out, just the way that I remember, every inch of my form is perfectly feminine with not a crotch hair out of place. I don't see myself as a raging beauty, like Kasumi, but I'm definitely well ensconced in the attractive female zone. I know my looks are better than average if not quite as heart-stopping as Shampoo or Ranma's female half, so it's not like I have anything to complain about. In fact I'm proud of my looks, and I certainly have attracted of late more than my own fair share of interest. So why did I feel that the girl before me was such an alien thing that I had never set eyes on before now? Surely as little as a day that had elapsed since I'd had my first bisexual encounter could not have changed me so much that I would see myself as an entirely different person? If anything I felt exactly the same as I had before the fun had gotten started, when Shampoo ambushed me and tied me naked to my bed to initiate the best sex of my life...but the plain fact was that I had changed. I had known what carnal delight was and what it meant to be fulfilled in bed. It was no longer just an abstract concept with me anymore but a real, manifest part of my existence...and an experience I fully intended to repeat, no matter the consequences. Okay, maybe I'm being a bit overly dramatic here, but that about summarizes my thoughts while I stood there with my arms folded beneath my chest, showcasing my bosoms to full view and feeling more than mildly self-conscious of the way I was standing-posing more like-in front of my reflection like some really vain, self- interested creature. Nothing had changed about me externally but everything had changed where it truly mattered, and now I was trying to get a handle on what it signified, these changes that were happening in my life as I went from the girl nobody wanted to becoming a sex idol to a pair of randy iinazuke. And looming in our future was an impending marriage that the ADULTS had decided upon without truly consulting us...a single month to prepare myself for the journey from single bachelorettehood to fully married status, coinciding with the occasion of my eighteenth birthday. Talk about economically harvesting two birds with a single hatchet! Oh sure, the legal age for marriage in Japan is fifteen, and both of my beloveds are well above that marker. Only a year separates us in our mutual ages, not a while lot of time chronologically, but it also meant that I was about to enter my Senior year and take my formal admittance tests for college while they were both a year-plus until graduation. It made me feel like the older woman, or something of that nature. I was marrying for love, but also to fulfill a vow made between our fathers, and I was already technically married to Shampoo by the laws of her culture, which only needed her assent and-not obligatory by any extent-my tacit acceptance, which was preferable to the alternatives left open by her customs. "Ailen?" I whirled about, feeling more than slightly off-balance at discovering that Shampoo was standing there in my room with the window left open to mark her point of entrance. I was not precisely surprised to see her in my room of course, having more-or-less invited her to stay the night with me, but in my underdressed state I was completely off my guard and totally exposed to her close examination. I saw her looking me over--"checking me out," if you want the proper terminology-and clearly approving of what she saw, which made me feel a blush come over my whole body as Shampoo is not exactly subtle in making her opinions known, especially when it concerned physical arousal. I was both open and vulnerable to her scrutiny, knowing full well that she was here to do the nasty with yours truly, but I was equally unprepared for the sudden warmth I felt spread through my body in reaction to her presence. The sensual smile she was wearing caused my heart to skip and my breasts to harden as I hesitantly smiled back at her, thinking to myself that this was going to be and even more interesting encounter than the last one... Shampoo's Diary Resumes: I found her standing there gazing her herself in the mirror as if she were trying to decide how best to array herself for my arrival, as if any embellishments were needed to rekindle my desire for her. She truly is a most remarkable person, my beloved Nabiki, and standing there in her natural glory was enough to make me salivate, as if I were in my Neko form and she was some tasty mouse for me to pounce upon. Needless to say, I left her in no doubt whatsoever of my amorous attentions as I entered the room, my hunger aroused by the very fact of her mere presence. I slipped in through the open window and removed my slippers before setting my bare feet upon her carpet. I smiled at her as I drank in the sight of my wife's perfect body, so beautiful and elegant with just the right muscle tone to feel firm to caresses. I enjoyed the look she gave me, feeling immense satisfaction at the sense of power I felt over her, the certainty that she was mine to possess causing me to savor the moment when I might have simply rushed to embrace her. Not this time, this time I meant to be gentle. Slow and steady was my intention, drawing out the moment before my hands reached up to undo the wooden pegs that hold my shirt in place. I made a slow production of unbuttoning myself, exposing more and more cleavage while posing myself against the lighting so as to deepen the mystery and prolong the suspense. Mood was what I was seeking to achieve this time as I slipped my shirt from my shoulders and allowed to fall to the floor, giving my wife a good look at my upper body, which is taunt and lean with firm breasts and nipples that obligingly now stood to attention. I let the moment linger before undoing the cords that kept my pants up around my hips, doing a slow and gentle wiggle as I ease myself from this last remaining constriction, finally permitting my pants to fall about my ankles as I stepped clear from my clothing and inevitably approached her. I saw her shiver slightly though there was no breeze in the air and the room was quite warm. My smile intensified as I reached out to her and saw her open her arms to me, accepting me this time without her usual hesitation. She smelled so clean as I drew her into my arms, embracing her eyes with my stare as I brought my face nearer to her own until we were close enough for a kiss to be initiated. Nabiki melted into my embrace as I held her body up to mine, our skin making full contact as I felt her arms tighten around me and the kiss continued. Nabiki always had such a wonderful scent when she is aroused, a perfume I will never grow too accustomed to for enjoying as it is so distinctly her, and I love every part of her being, both body and spirit. Claiming her for my own was the happiest decision of my life, and each time I renew that claim it is like the first time all over, only this time without resorting to tricks such as I discovered long ago in some manuals belonging to my parents. Our hands began to roam over each other as I brought one leg up and rubbed it against the space between my wife's thighs, gently forcing her knees apart so that I could glide my well-muscled thigh into the gulf until it finally made contact with her already-moistened pelvis. One hand glided down her back to caress her hip and buttox, and then I applied gentle pressure there and softly ground Nabiki's pelvis against my thigh to elicit a gasp of surprise and approval. My other hand steadied her shoulder, but once I felt her give into my leg- contact I moved that hand to drift around her shoulder to under her arm and then down to cup and fondle one breast. Nabiki looked at me with a curious expression as I fondled her there and played with her nipple, but after a moment she smiled and moved her own hand down to cup one of my breasts while her other hand took firm hold of my hip and encouraged me to continue my soft thigh- grinding motion. I reacted favorably to her handling of my breast as it signified that she was reciprocating my desire for her, my need to possess her body and make it sing to my caresses. When I felt that she was sufficiently aroused I desisted in my thigh-rubbing exercise and withdrew my leg, much to her evident disappointment. I surprised her then by scooping her up into my arms the way I had seen Ranma do on many an occasion, and before she could voice protest of this handling I carried her over to her bed and deposited her there unceremoniously, then climbed on top of her and straddled her so that she was forced to look up at me with anxious anticipation. "You are mine, Airen," I whispered as I began to rub my pelvis against her soft belly, enjoying the look she gave me as I lubricated her with my moistening juices. I moved slowly down until we were almost making contact between our loins, only to move to one side while she studied me with confusion in her eyes. I did not let her wonder for too long what I was up to as I reached down and lifted one of her legs, setting the ankle over my shoulder while I tilted her body to allow me easy access. Again I brought my loins up to hers and brushed them gently together, eliciting a delightful jolt of pleasure that made her gasp in both delight and amazement, and from there I proceeded to work her over pelvis-to-pelvis, using my clit to stimulate her clit, my labia to exchange kisses with her soft pink petals, and finally a gradually intensifying grinding motion that caused her moisture to mingle with my own juices as Nabiki threw her head back onto a pillow and started to make passionate cries, sounds she attempted to muffle so as not to wake the whole house, though her efforts were quite useless as she soon was so enthralled by the sensations I was giving her that she forgot all about the propriety of our surroundings. It was the opening maneuver to a long and passionate night that lay ahead of us, and I had only just begun to spark my wife into submission. I was going to make love to her in ways that she would never anticipate or imagine being done by another woman, and I was going to teach her every way that she could return the favor upon me, for this was a love with both shared without hesitation or abandon. There were so very many things I wanted to do to please her greatly, but there remained one singular question in our minds that would not be answered too promptly, that question being the present whereabouts of Ranma. As delightful as I knew it would be to make love to my wife, my pleasure would only intensify with our husband in the picture, so as I flipped Nabiki over and forced her face-down into her bed, preparing to mount her from the rear with tongue and fingers, I kept thinking in the back of my mind...where was Ranma...? 2. Kama Sutra: The Book of Love, an ancient Hindu text said to be part of the Tantric Yoga system developed by sages and used by Maharajas and Princes throughout the ages, and generally used in the modern age as a handbook of techniques for adventuresome couples. Ranma stared at the book in front of him, trying to make sense of the images as he worked out the likely body positions and angles that would be needed to effect these maneuvers. Having a basic familiarity with both male and female anatomy, he doubted that some of these techniques were even possible even for a Martial Artist of his stature, not that he would balk at the attempt of achieving those positions. The only question for him was whether Nabiki or Shampoo would enjoy doing things the way the book recommended. The language within the book was very explicit, but that only helped to sharpen his mental conception as he tried to figure out variations he might attempt once the basic moves themselves had been fully mastered. The pictures, on the other hand, were more than merely explicit, and with such graphic illustrations to serve as his guide, Ranma had only to try and work out exactly how one was supposed to arrange things in order to achieve so many difficult...positions. He tilted the book at various angles, trying to get a handle on what the final product was supposed to look like and finally gave it up as exceeding his limited grasp of the situation. Why would anyone need to use so many complicated techniques to satisfy their sexual partners anyway? One or two of the basic moves ought to be enough to satisfy any woman. No sooner was that thought racing through Ranma's head when another part of his mind responded, "Oh yeah? That's what you think!" That part of his brain conjured up images from the previous evening, which in turn caused Ranma to flush a deep shade of crimson as he had a very good idea of what some of these maneuvers would be like from the angle of both genders. After, Shampoo had demonstrated a few of them on the previous nightfall. Ranma had wondered where she had gotten such a colorful grasp of such concepts, having repeatedly assured him that he was the first guy she had ever slept with, and now he knew! Indeed, Shampoo had not been kidding about treating this Kama Sutra like the family bible as she clearly understood the significance of every technique and maneuver. Ranma grew even more crimson as he thought of the graphic sexual lecture that he had received from his prospective Mother-in-law, Comb the Healer, which had included a detailed medical description of some very particular aspects to sexuality for which he had previously been quite ignorant (even blessedly so, he privately gauged). Such knowledge had ironically served him well when it came time to actually have sex with both of his iinazuke as it allowed Ranma to adapt his considerable knowledge of pressure-point techniques to aims other than martial competition. Treating sex as a form of discipline had helped him keep his calm when otherwise his mind might have gone into short-circuit mode from simply having to perform in such an adult manner around two very eager and demanding young women. That he would emerge triumphant was (of course) only to be expected, but victory in this arena proved to have consequences far more pleasant than the normal satisfaction he might feel upon beating up a new opponent! His mind naturally drifted back towards Shampoo and Nabiki, easily conjuring up a mental image of the two women side-by-side and naked in bed, going at it with a gentle frenzy while he watched and recovered his strength for another go-ahead at both of his women. He then had a flash of himself in female form being pleasured at both ends by these selfsame lovelies and felt a shivery run up and down his spine his arousal so intense that he suddenly found sitting down a very uncomfortable situation. He got to his feet, wondering if a cold shower might be just the thing he needed to regain his composure, or-failing that-whether Shampoo and Nabiki had already started things without him. He was just about to leave the corner of the dojo where he had been reading by flashlight when a sound caught his ears, a faint whispering murmur that at once drew his attention. He turned to see a pair of shadowy shapes moving past the garden entrance to the dojo and wondered fleetingly if it was Ryoga and his mother returning to use it as a resting place for the evening. (No, that can't be right! Those two would be halfway to Yokohama before they could figure out their way on their own!) But then he heard one of the two voices saying, "Are you sure this will be all right?" and the other one responding, "I'm quite certain. I asked Silk-san and your father for permission a little while ago, and no one will miss us while we are away. We have both worked so hard to clean everything us that I think we are entitled to a little self-indulgence." "Well," the other voice said, "If you're sure that it will be all right..." Ranma suppressed a certain shudder that past through him, for one of those voices belonged to none other than Kuno Kodachi, and the other was unmistakably Kasumi, but where were they going all alone in the dark and in this part of the yard? It wasn't exactly late in the evening, but at this time of night there were still people around who might notice them in the garden. Curiosity got the better of his judgement, for even though Ranma was not particularly comfortable around the infamous Black Rose, he was more than a little concerned about his future sister-in-law and what Kodachi might be intending. He decided to slip out the side exit and see what those two were about, which he proceeded to do, making hardly any sound as he caught up with the both of them without revealing himself, watching from concealment as they approached the hot springs Jacuzzi that was located in the corner behind the dojo farthest from the house. Wait a second! Ranma blinked his eyes and looked again in disbelief. A Jacuzzi??? When had Mister Tendo installed one of those? Ranma was so surprised at finding an entire area of the yard that seemed impossibly huge for the actual space it occupied that he failed to notice that the two girls were in the process of removing their silk kimonos until they had already undone the sash and slipped their garments clear from their shoulders. Ranma's eyes goggled as he got more of an eyeful of the two ladies than he had bargained on, and he hastily turned away, hands over his nose to forestall any premature bleeding! "Oh my, it's so lovely!" he heard Kasumi say in appreciation, "How did Comb-san and Auntie Atsuko create this in only a day?" "Odd thing that," Kodachi replied, "I didn't really ask. I think it's at least partially done with holographs or something of that nature." "It looks real," there was a slight pause before Kasumi added, "It feels real. Oh my, the water is so warm and tingly! It must feel wonderful to soak in that." "Why don't we find out?" Kodachi cooed in a sensual purr, "I'll wash your back first if you'll do me second, Kasumi-chan." "I'd love that very much," Kasumi warmly replied, "But I'd like to wash you first, if you'll allow me." Ranma decided about then and there that this was as much of an intrusion into the personal affairs of those two as he could stand on a full stomach and hastily got out of there, hoping he wouldn't ever have to contemplate the details of what was surely to follow. He had wondered why Kodachi had been so indifferent towards him of late, and finding out that the Black Rose had turned her affections in that direction was...disturbing in itself, but he strangely did not begrudge her having an outside influence. It was the very idea that it would be Kasumi that she coveted in that way that was giving him the cold shivers, for in almost every important sense Kuno Kodachi was the older Tendo sister's opposite in nature. Next to Kodachi even Kasumi's Amazon sister, Kachu, looked relatively stable! He decided he'd had enough waiting around on his own. Time to go find the persons he wanted to spend time with, and hopefully drive from his mind all thought of Kodachi and what she might be intending with Nabiki's beloved older sister! He was only mildly surprised to find the window was wide open at Nabiki's room, and when he crouched close to the opening he found his expectations more than amply fulfilled as Shampoo was going at her with a hungry eagerness that once again cause Ranma's loins to stiffen. The slurping noises and the faint groaning sounds Nabiki made while the Amazon all but devoured her sex was enough to make Ranma all but swallow his Adam's apple, for the sight alone would cause serious problems for a Eunuch! There was Shampoo's purple head bobbling slightly as she worked Nabiki over with her tongue, going in and around the tender meat of Nabiki's vulva before plunging in full bore, that tongue vanishing into the gulf of the middle Tendo sister's loins, swirling around inside as Shampoo sought out the fabled "G" spot while finding and caressing every nerve that was in her path, driving Nabiki to distraction as her groans became more intense and far more difficult to hold down from shrieking. The Amazon was relentless as her mouth worked Nabiki over, causing the Tendo girl to arch her back and dig her nails into her bed sheets while her feet curled sensuously and her legs spread wide in a "V" for Victory in advance of her impending climax! Ranma watched this and felt a part of himself harden like a rock, forcing him to loosen the cord around his pants in order to relieve the pressure caused by the swelling. He was grateful that he used boxer shorts instead of more conventional cotton underwear as there was no way for him to hold in the raging monster that threatened to burst out of its confining shackles. His eyes roved over the two naked girls, traveling the length of their smooth bodies and noting the thin layer of perspiration that signified that they had been at it for some minutes. Even as he watched he noticed how Nabiki's skin glistened in the light provided by her table lamp, even as he saw how Shampoo's sleek form had a glistening sheen that made her well-toned body seem like a bronzed statue in full motion. Nabiki's skin began to dimple and pucker in the way he now knew foreshadowed an impending climax, and sure enough Nabiki threw her head back and stared in shock up at her ceiling. She hastily grabbed up one of her pillows and pressed it up against her face before finally giving utterance of the climax that was shaking her mind and body to the rafters! The sound did not travel far, but Ranma clearly heard it, and it caused his body to spasm slightly in sympathetic response to her pleasuring. All at once he could constrain himself no more and all but through himself through the window, coming up behind Shampoo almost before the Amazon was even aware of his presence. Almost! "Airen?" she gasped as she briefly removed her lips from Nabiki's shuddering vulva, but as she felt Ranma's hands caress her buttox the Amazon smiled and resolved to do nothing to deter him. Instead she placed her mouth back over Nabiki's groin and resumed her hungry devouring of her wife's sex while Ranma positioned himself with a weapon between his legs that was set to go off like a rocket! Shampoo's muffled gasp of pleasure encouraged Ranma to slide in all the way, encountering no resistance whatsoever as he mounted Shampoo's vulva and prepared to give her a taste of manly sausage. Ranma had never wasted a moment of his life fretting about the adequacy of his endowments, nor had he cause to envy another guy in that regard as his manhood presently was swollen to a size that Shampoo found most pleasing. He began to slide it in and out of her gently, trying to remember how the technique was done in the book as he rotated his hips a little and sought to position himself at the best angle for maximum thrusting potential. Once he was satisfied by the noises that Shampoo made into believing he had a good access root down, he proceeded to hump her with slowly increasing momentum, building up a steady rhythm until he had Shampoo grunting and groaning into Nabiki's sex, which provided her with an added extra level of enjoyment as her eyes half-lidded themselves to watch as Ranma did to Shampoo what the Amazon was doing in turn to Nabiki! The Amazon was like a raging lioness as she devoured every inch of skin that she could lick and suckle, using her tongue like it was a male organ until Nabiki could no longer quite tell the difference, then withdrawing from one hole as she kissed and licked her way down to the other. Meanwhile Ranma was exploring the Amazon's moist depths with a relentless energy that was driving Shampoo to distraction. At one point the Amazon was so overcome with delight that she briefly withdrew from Nabiki, leaving the Tendo girl to make a plaintive noise of disappointment as she had been close to yet another orgasm. Shampoo suddenly plunged ahead, sliding her body up the length of Nabiki and drawing Ranma along with her until she was sandwiched between them and could bring her fulsome breasts into play, rubbing her nipples against Nabiki's. They mouths finally came together even as Ranma mounted both girls, still plunging deep into Shampoo as the point of his release grew nearer. Nabiki tasted saliva mixed with her own juices and once more enjoyed the salty-sweet flavor as Shampoo's tongue worked its will into her mouth, prompting Nabiki's tongue to respond in kind as if it wanted to wrestle with some Amazon tongue and lap up that full-bodied flavor. Nabiki's hands began to come into play as she used her experience from the night before to guide her in fondling Shampoo, caressing her skin as her hands explored the muscles of Shampoo's back, then gradually worked down to cup both breasts and mash against their firm, full, soft texture. A bit of exploratory work was needed before they could blindly find Shampoo's nipples, at which point Shampoo decided to reciprocate the attention, taking Nabiki's nipples between thumb and forefinger to tweak and caress those hard, knobby tips as both women felt their bosoms swell to full erection. It was about this point where Ranma finally had his release and Shampoo gasped with pleasant surprise, feeling the warm gush fill her from within, setting off a nice chain reaction as she brought her pelvis down on the final stroke, masterfully aiming her clitoris to brush contact with Nabiki's, which triggered a simultaneous orgasm in both of her lovers. Nabiki shuddered as she felt her body responding to Shampoo's attentions, looking past Shampoo's shoulder to see the flushed face of Ranma pumping the Amazon with wild abandon. Unlike on the previous evening, Ranma did not appear to be faltering in his strength even though he had evidently just achieved a male orgasm, which left her hopeful that he would be able to service her with the same intensity that he was presently visiting upon their mutual Mistress of the Moistness. Shampoo obviously did not seem to mind Ranma's continuing stamina as she enjoyed his vigorous pumping with much enthusiasm evidenced in her own expression. She in turn transferred much of her zeal onto Nabiki, planting kisses all over the middle Tendo girl's chest and upper body before bending down and going to work on Nabiki's nipples. Shampoo displayed great skill and versatility in finding and stimulating every pleasurable nerve center that those strong hands and sensitive lips could encounter, driving Nabiki to ever-increasing levels of intense positive reaction, which only fired the Tendo girl's desire to reciprocate with interest. She made a point to commit to memory all the things that Shampoo was doing to her with the intent of returning the favor in very short order when the opportunity would be afforded. Ranma was being careful this time not to expend too much energy into pleasing his women, mindful of how easily exhaustion had overtaken him the night before when he went too much all out in one mind-blowing effort at claiming them for his own. He had committed to memory the instructional material that went along with the pictures in the Kama Sutra and was not about to show himself up by underestimating a woman's staying power in this form of arena. Granted a woman had the obvious advantage in their capability for multiple orgasms, but the book had given him a few helpful suggestions on how to get around that minor defect of male anatomy, and so he had allowed himself to rush through the initial phase in order to spare his reserves for those maneuvers where his stamina would truly be needed. So it was that he began to use his hands for other reasons than to guide the Amazon onto his manhood and back again, seeking out those special nerve-clusters located around the pelvic area and hips before moving down to caress the softer, smoother region of her buttox, tracing the lines of force he discovered there as he felt the energy pulse through her nerves, translating stimulus into sexual arousal, and making sure to double the efficiency of those signals. Shampoo's gasps and groans of pleasure noticeably intensified as he worked her nerve endings in this manner, which encouraged him to try even more daring techniques that the book had guaranteed would have results with even the most reserved and frigid of partners...which Shampoo most obviously was not by a long stretch! The Amazon was delighted upon discovering that Ranma had studied her mother's gift with such fine attention to detail, and being the beneficiary of his new form of Love Kata, she decided to reciprocate the same by angling her body onto his manhood so that each stroke would both caress her pelvic nerves and the clusters that surrounded the shaft of his male organ, ensuring that he would regain both his hardness and vigor in a very short order when his first gush might well have caused him to soften. This was the sort of arena that she excelled in, and she well intended to prove that to both of her beloveds. Nabiki was responding with great enthusiasm to her own stimulation, which insured that her interest would not prematurely wane when Shampoo attempted other things that would have a longer-term effect of pleasuring both of her lovers. As it was the delight in being in the middle of their sandwich far exceeded her best hopes for this second night of ardor. If the rest of their marriage proceeded this way it would indeed portend a very happy and industrious future for all three concerned parties... Nabiki did not mind at all that she was presently on the bottom layer of this delightful three-way encounter, nor had she any complaint about the lavish attention that was being showered upon her by Shampoo, but she was starting to develop a hunger for some of what Shampoo was having on the other end from Ranma, so as soon as the opportunity arose she signaled to her Amazon helpmate that she wanted to switch places. Shampoo was more than agreeable to this, gently rolling off of Nabiki as she disengaged herself from Ranma, who was only momentarily confused about what his two ladies were presently up to, but on hands and knees Nabiki confronted him with a smile like that of a cat, then brought her face up to his still-hard manhood and proceeded to rub her cheeks against it, coating her face with the mingle juices of both Shampoo and Ranma. With no further adieu she opened wide and took him in, surprising Ranma for a half-second before the first sensations quelled any desire on his part to utter a protest. Nabiki licked him like a Popsicle, so Ranma reached down and guided her head so that he could slowly encourage her to go all the way down his shaft, which she proceeded to do with hungry enthusiasm. Shampoo, meanwhile, resumed her place at Nabiki's rear entrance and proceeded to use her hands to pry open those moistened loins that had yet to achieve true fulfillment. Her mouth once more began to vigorously tongue the wet depths of the Tendo girl's loins, earning another pre-orgasmal release as Nabiki responded to the encouragement, sucking in more of Ranma before releasing him again, only to resume her "sword-swallowing" maneuver again and again while Ranma closed his eyes and settled in for the action. Nabiki was enjoying being at the center of attention one again and was delighted on finding Ranma was so hard even after several long minutes of vigorous "pole riding." As soon as she felt ready she signaled to Shampoo once again her intention of switching places, which Shampoo was only too eager to encourage, even helping to guide Nabiki about so that her well-lubricated love canal could be easily mounted from behind by an all-too- eager Ranma. Nabiki sighed as she felt her man go into her all the way, then wiggle his hips to angle himself in just the right manner before resuming the same pumping action that he had used upon Shampoo near the beginning. Shampoo positioned herself to provide Nabiki a needed buffer, planting the Tendo girl's face between her generous bosoms so that when Ranma pushed forward he drove Nabiki into Shampoo's "padding." The Amazon made sure to hold her wife's face firmly between those soft mounds so as to encourage Nabiki to begin loving her with more tongue action. Nabiki was only too happy to comply with this unspoken request, but before long she deliberately sought out a nipple to encircle between her lips, then with one hand to guide that breast and steady it in place she began to suckle the Amazon with hungry devotion, as though she were still a mere infant and Shampoo was her wet-nurse! The sensation of being drawn into her wife's eager mouth gave Shampoo all the encouragement she needed to cling to Nabiki and encourage her to do the same with each breast, while Ranma worked over nerves with cock and fingers until Nabiki was amply satisfied, being finally in the middle of this amorous "sandwich." Nabiki knew that she had what some referred to as an Oral Fixation, a near- constant need to always have something in her mouth that was good and tasty. She had endured the teasing of several classmates on this subject, but now she was grateful for her fetish, being able to more fully enjoy the taste of Shampoo's bosoms as she licked around the areolas and took each nipple between her teeth for gentle mastication. It was almost like having her own bottle to nurse from, only such firm and full packaging, so ripe to the touch yet so soft and smooth for caressing. She had always envied Shampoo for having such nice tits, but at the same time she was grateful that came with the rest of the packaging that the Amazon presented. There was not an inch of the purple haired wonder that Nabiki did not secretly covet, and now that she had permission to indulge her long suppressed appetites she was not about to waste a single moment! Shampoo belonged to her every bit as much as Ranma, and as she was more than capable of enjoying both genders she did not want to putz around in expressing the full measure of her lust. She would leave Shampoo in no doubt of her longing to join with her in the bonds of passion and matrimony, for in this one very special arena she was no longer intimidated. Formidable as Shampoo was in other forums, here they could express themselves as equals, and Nabiki fully intended to wind up dominating this girl and claiming her like a prized possession. Of course having Ranma as part of the bargain only sweetened the honeypot, for he also belonged to her, even though they had not yet undergone the technicality of a formal marriage ceremony. Ranma was enjoying the moment as he built his way up to a second explosive climax. There was an odd feeling warming up within him as he humped Nabiki from the rear, drawing closer to the point where he would fill her cavity with his seed and realizing-as if for the first time-that this was a woman he cared for very deeply that he was finally claiming for his own. All the struggles, all the doubt, hesitation and uncertainty that had confused him in the past was now banished, leaving him with the unmistakable realization that he wanted her...wanted her with an intensity that almost frightened him, for she was not as sturdy as Shampoo and the fear in the back of his mind was that he might cause her unintentional injury. It was an oddly protective feeling, a warmth that filled his breast and belly and made him gaze down at her slender backside, amazed at the discovery of how blade thin she was, how narrow in the waist with a taunt musculature that lay beneath her delicate padding. It was startling to notice the contrast between her body and that of Shampoo, who was all strength and suppleness to the touch. Nabiki felt almost fragile in his hands, and yet he knew she had her own formidable strength and was certainly not someone to be underestimated! Her strength was very different from the Amazons, and yet Ranma felt as if he had to lend her some strength of his own to give her completeness. Every inch of her was somehow sacred to him, an object to be venerated and worshipped as he now had the power to make her fully a woman! He desired Shampoo no less than Nabiki, but the difference between the two girls allowed him to care for each in a very different sense, no less intense and personal, but surprisingly forceful. Shampoo was almost physically his equal, a dynamic force of nature that could excite and arouse him like nothing else in his experience, and he knew that his desire for her was growing more intense the longer he spent time with her, in and out of coitus. Nabiki, on the other hand, was mentally his superior but physically more dependent upon him, and thus he could feel protective and nurturing and not in the least feel as if he were being condescending. Her beauty was almost a match for Shampoo's, but he desired her no less intensely and wanted to build a life around both women. It was also frightening in a way to discover just how deep he felt bound to the two women, needing them no less than they yearned for his caresses. It was like the death of his independence, this knowing that he would never again feel complete without them, for they were now the center of his existence, his entire reason for continued living, and with a jolt that made him wonder why such things would even cross his mind he discovered that he would mount any obstacle to be with them and protect them. It was his duty to pledge his honor towards their continued happiness, and that such a duty would never feel to him like much of a burden. Another random thought occurred to him in the moment before he felt himself jism deep into Nabiki, that this must have been like what his father felt when first he had been married to his mother, which then prompted the inevitable question of how and while his father had ever chosen to live apart from her in the first place? Ten years without his mother must have been a sacrifice unlike anything Ranma could even imagine, but then further thought along that line of logic was quelled as he felt himself buck and release his payload inside of his iinazuke, almost giving too much of himself to her this time before remembering to hold a little back in reserve as he was by no means finished in expressing his desire to further claim Shampoo and Nabiki... 3. Nabiki Journal Resumes: It was an electrifying and exhilarating moment with Ranma tilting my body at an angle so that he could lift one of my legs and do something nasty that felt a little like electrifying spiders crawling up and down my nerves, only in a good sense as it jolted me almost to another orgasm! We'd gone beyond the initial foreplay, which was basically an improved rehash of everything we had done the night before, only now Ranma was getting inventive in finding new ways of driving me out of my skull with sheer ecstasy! He was kissing my leg while stroking it with his fingers, working all the way down to my feet and causing every inch of the way to tingle with massive waves of unbelievable delight! I swear he was setting me on fire even without touching my pussy, and this would be far from the only original thing he would do this night to make me crazy with arousal. And what was I doing while he was turning my legs into a pair of drumsticks for devouring? I had my face buried deep into Shampoo's pussy, giving my kitty-cat sex kitten her own form of heady distraction, which was just my way of returning the favor after she all but turned my brain into a quivering mount of tofu from sheer excitement! I don't know at what point in all of this that I turned into a raging wildwoman and attacked them both sexually, but I was having the best sex of my life and doing things I doubt they even include in a porn movie! Everything we did was good and inspirational, and I lost count of all the times I climaxed having my way with both of my partners. How long was it before we decided to take a break and fell on top of one another in a limp, quivering heap of well-contented flesh, too numb to move even a finger as we waited for our bodies to recover so that we could go at it again, and never mind doing any sleeping! I had a realization as I lay there flanked on either side by a loved one that my bed was just too small for the purpose. I need a larger place to sleep if I'm going to be hosting those two in my room from now on, and larger blankets so they don't keep stealing from me, not that I had anything to complain about as it was a warm night and none of us needed to hog the covers. As I drifted in and out of wakeful consciousness, though, a thought occurred to me that had been bothering me since the previous day. Shampoo had told us all about her past relationship with a fellow Amazon girl named Lotion, and meeting the blue-haired apprenticed Healer in the flesh had been something of a revelation, for it explained to me why Shampoo was such an accomplished bed partner, having already mastered the trade from considerable practice. That left open only one question, though, which I decided on asking. "Sham-chan?" I said as I felt Shampoo play with my hair with sensitive fingers. "Yes Airen?" she replied in that adorable baby-doll voice that I found so sexy. "Last night when you tied me to my bed with those ropes," I began, "You seemed to know what you were doing. Shampoo's fingers paused in the act of toying with my hair, then with a faintly nervous hint in her tone she replied, "Shampoo know how to keep Sneaky Nabiki in one place so she convince to do wifely duties." I smiled at that and said, "I'm flattered that you felt like going to so much trouble, but...I was wondering...did you ever do this before...with her?" I didn't need to mention Lotion by name, Shampoo knew who I meant, and so I felt the soft caress of her sigh before she answered, "Shampoo learn from books found in house of Shampoo mother. Show books to Lotion...only it no Shampoo to tie her to Shampoo bed." I blinked my eyes at that and it was a moment before I could say, "You're kidding?" "Nabiki wish," Shampoo's tone sounded amused, "Recall that Shampoo very strong girl, much stronger than Lotion. Shampoo always have to hold back and be gentle so no hurt Lotion when we sharing pleasures. Lotion say tying Shampoo down give her advantage, dare Shampoo to let her. Shampoo take dare, Lotion tie her, then have way with Shampoo, and Shampoo find she like it..." "WHAT?" I gasped, almost waking up our slumbering Ranma. "Shampoo never let go so much in whole life," Shampoo replied, "First time Shampoo ever relax and let go when having pleasures. Lotion get to try things we no attempt before, and very satisfying. Shampoo let her tie Shampoo up on other occasions, only sometime Shampoo break ropes, so have to learn how to tie them tighter." This was a lot more than I had been expecting to hear, and I don't need to say how dubious I was at this particular revelation. I resolved that I was going to have to keep a closer eye on the blue haired girl just in case she did have any lingering designs on "renewing" her past relationship with my Sham-chan! Another thought occurred to me just then, and I asked, "You like being tied up?" I was rewarded by her soft chuckle, "Is old Amazon saying, No knock it until you try it." "Okay," I said, "So I tried it...and it wasn't all that bad. But does this mean that I might get to tie you up some day?" I could all but feel her sensual purr as she replied, "Nabiki welcome to try. Maybe Shampoo let you tie up, maybe you get to do things with Shampoo that make her go really crazy. Is safer for Nabiki, yes?" "Uh...sure," I swallowed, just wondering what the hell it took to make Shampoo go really crazy, and if I could possibly survive it! I'd thought she was pretty expressive herself that last time and I wasn't about to formally press the issue. "You guys wanna keep it down?" Ranma murmured faintly at my side, "In case you forgot we got school in the morning." Shampoo and I were of like mind as we turned a look on him of our renewed lust, then I took the first move by asking, "Oh...so you're tired of us already, is that it Ranma-kun?" "Huh?" I saw him open one eye to regard us, and then the closed eye followed suit and both took on an appearance of someone who was suddenly very nervous. "Shampoo think Ranma recover enough for talking, him strong enough to do other thing for Ailen." "I couldn't agree more, Sham-chan," I cooed, reaching out with a hand and stroking Ranma's manhood, which stirred back to life with only a little persuasion. Ranma's nervousness intensified, but it was already too late for him to make his escape as Shampoo got up and glided over me, positioning herself behind Ranma so that the both of us could flank him. "Shampoo think it time make Ranma sandwich," Shampoo cooed as she began to rub her body against his strong backside. "Ah..." Ranma swallowed, "Help?" "Not a chance," I leered, moving in for the kill as we proceeded to work him over, seeing just how far he had progressed in mastering his new "love katas..." Shampoo's Diary Resumes: Despite my husband's protests to the contrary he was demonstrating a remarkable facility for learning the techniques in my mother's book and applying them to our bedroom situation. With only a little encouragement on our part, Nabiki and I were able to coax him along into demonstrating all that he knew and then some, and near the end I even think he was starting to improvise new methods for continuing our game of pleasures. The sport would continue well into the night without ever becoming either tedious or repetitious. I believe my wife was no less satisfied by his performance than I was, and that's even allowing for the fact that he managed to go the distance while still retaining his male status. Of course I was also experimenting throughout the whole encounter, seeing as Ranma is the only man whom I have ever been close enough to perform with, my previous partners being, of course, other women. The time I had spent with Lotion learning about my sexuality had been a most enlightening part of my life and it taught me much about what my needs are and what it takes to satisfy me and, of course, how to please my partners. I had also done further research into the basic anatomical differences between women and men in order to transfer my knowledge to the time when I would have a husband to look after. Having both a husband and a wife, of course, means that I get to enjoy the best of both realities, and I am satisfied that I accomplished my goal of pleasing them both if I may judge from their positive responses. Our brief rest period allowed me time to think on what I wanted to do next that would continue the game further on into the morning, and with Nabiki the choices were fairly simple as my wife had demonstrated to me a hearty appetite for everything we had so far done together. With Ranma the choices are somewhat more complex due to his having a somewhat more reserved and competitive nature, less willing to concede a point and not entirely comfortable with being expressive of his real emotions. I have a somewhat more difficult time reading him than I do Nabiki, who may think she is clever and wise in concealing her emotions, but whom I have learned to read like a scroll as there are all these tell-tale signs and giveaways that can betray her inner workings and let me know when she is feeling aroused, moody or angry. Of course Nabiki wisely followed my lead as the two of us turned our attentions towards Ranma with the intent of stimulating him once again into full-fledged arousal. Our husband's hard body was like a map that we could trace with our hands, exploring territory we each coveted for ourselves, though we were willing to share in the spirit of communal bliss and matrimonial cooperation. Our husband benefited greatly from our mutual desire to please him, and I was even generous enough to allow our wife to have the first licks upon his manhood. Unlike with the previous night, where Ranma had tired himself prematurely in male aspect, there was no water on hand to trigger his transformation to his female half, which has more staying power in these games of pleasure, so he had to put everything within the limitations of his masculine body. Fortunately this time Ranma was not so rash as to rush to fulfillment and was able to pace himself better, devoting his energies to longer lasting endeavors. When Nabiki was through employing her mouth to achieve his firmness (and I helped her to mount him from the top position), Ranma was careful to ride her gently up the slope from a mere trotting motion to the more vigorous up-and-down pole-sliding gyrations of a full-blown gallop. I helped to steady Nabiki from behind while playing with her breasts and clitoris so that she would achieve a more satisfying level of heightened stimulation that required very little effort on her part to sustain, leaving Ranma to do all of the real work while we, his wives, took pleasure from seeing his look of serious determination. It was as if he was resolved to make certain that this would be as enjoyable for the both of us as it clearly was for him, and it was such a turn-on for the both of us to know that Nabiki would achieve a full and satisfying ride on the glory path to heavenly virtue. Of course neither one of us was expecting our husband to turn the tables on us by rolling us both over so that he could assert a more dominant position. I was almost thrown off the narrow bed by the suddenness of his reactions as he towered over Nabiki, still firmly planted inside her with an almost-crazed look that as much as said that he was going to climax as memorable as it was aggressive. I decided that I would sit on Nabiki's face so that she would be busy at both ends while I leaned forward and brought my lips up against our husband's hardened chest, and I'm fairly certain that Ranma was surprised when I started to lick his sweat-slick body, but I think the Cat within me was taking over about that point and I was ready to follow my instincts while Nabiki began to eat at my crotch with the hunger of a madwoman. I almost gushed into her face when I felt Ranma caress my breasts with his firm hands, cupping and fondling them before stimulating my nipples and making them once more as rock- hard as a pair of tiny marbles! Sweet ancestors, what we did during this second night of wonders truly surpassed the near miraculous pleasuring that had gone on the first night of our consummation. When Ranma was done making Nabiki a happy wife, he turned his energies fully onto me, rolling me onto my back before bringing his mouth down onto my loins, surprising me as he demonstrated great facility for cunnalingus, clearly having studied how Nabiki and I did this, or perhaps carrying over from his own experience in female form when we taught him the previous evening. To be certain my husband's tongue probed my moist depths with great art and cunning, pleasuring me in a way that even his cock never could, for a man can only thrust at so many angles while a tongue his more dexterous and sensitive, able to find the more abundant nerve clusters located within three centimeters of the mouth of my vagina. I was especially pleased that he remembered to pay extra attention to my clitoris...I'm given to understand that some men cannot even locate one on their partners, let alone pay it as much attention as they do to their phalluses, reminding me once again of why Ranma is such a special person. It was obvious enough that he had been paying attention to the book illustrations when I felt him lift my hips up and rotate my body so that most of my weight rested upon my shoulders. With my legs spread out above my head, almost toughing the bed with my toes, he brought my loins up at a better angle from which to pleasure me, making hungry slurping sounds that almost convinced me that he had shifted to his Neko persona. I was transported with sheer delight that he was showing me such rapt consideration, putting my needs before his own, that I almost did not notice when Nabiki entered the game once again, having recovered her own strength as she made a close examination of my legs, then decided to do unto me what I had been doing unto her little more than an our before hand. It is often said that the way to a woman's heart is through her loins, but there is another way to make a woman's heart sing, and that was what Nabiki was doing as he played her soft hands against the flesh of my inner thighs, moving down to my knee on my right side, then my left, before traveling down the length of my leg, where she began to kiss me and lick behind my ankles. I arched my toes with delight and approval as her brought tongue and fingers down to my arch and then the balls to my feet, working over each toe as if they were miniature cocks for her to suckle. I cannot describe the sensations that went shooting up and down my spine when she began to rub the bottom of my feet against both of her breasts, allowing me to ply my toes against her hardened nipples as I enjoyed the softness of her skin and yearned for the chance to once more suckle the rest of her with undiminished ardor. We tried many things together over the course of the night, all good and pleasuring, even those parts that were experimental. I was tingling all over with satiation when finally our energy was spent once again, and this time we knew that we would have to rest and renew ourselves as it was getting far too late in the evening, and we had another day of school looming before us. Once again I must wonder at why my mother felt schooling was necessary, when all I truly need to know can be learned at home in the arms of my dearly beloveds. Such lessons as I am learning in pleasure cannot be taught within a classroom, nor do I think these prudish Japanese would understand the full depths of Amazon ardor unleashed. I only know that we are in the beginning stages of our romantic story, and I wish it to continue forever, for I can never foresee a time when my desire for them both will be diminished. Perhaps I shock whoever might be reading this, in which case you may please accept that this was never my intention. I live only to love and to serve those who have given me a new life within their hearts. My old life with my people apparently is ending, but I have no complaints for this, for change is inevitable and growth is the goal of living. So long as one is true to their own desires and does not set artificial restrictions on whom they may love, then life itself can hold eternal promise of a brighter new tomorrow. My future is looking very bright indeed, and who knows what else may come of this as I build my new life with my wife and husband, secure in their love and the knowledge that they are my destiny's fulfillment. Be well, whomever you may be, and rejoice in the simple act of living... Continued. Comments/Criticisms/Kumma Sutra: shadowmane@ridgenet.net The battle of the bedroom is joined again, but what does this portend for the morning? Tune into the accompanying Hentai piece that will shortly follow these antics when the focus turns to Kodachi and Kasumi, while we discover just how much progress Silk has been making with Soun Tendo. Be there!