HENTAI RPG, THE HENTAI REALITY - 12: thread 2 > http://groups.yahoo.com/group/RanmaHentaiRPG1/ Compilation by St Fan [CONTINUED FROM MAIN THREAD'S START] Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma blinked in surprise. What the hey? "Hey, that was my pig!" she told the boy, and marched toward the door. Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block But two boys interposed themselves between the redhead and the door. Ranma recognized them as Hiroshi and Daisuke, two of her classmates. During Ranma-kun's first day at school, he had quickly pegged those two as complete perverts (which mean they had hit off pretty fast). The duo even hinted they had frequent romps with Akane -- which wasn't that hard to believe. Of course, none of the boys knew about Ranma's curse. The only time they ever saw the pigtailed girl, in fact, was... "Yep, no doubt about that, she's the girl who jumped into the fight between Ranma-kun and the Hibiki guy." Daisuke said (as if Ranma-chan wasn't here). "Oh yeah, I remember. She was flashing her titties to everybody with a torn shirt." Hiroshi added. "And now she's jumping into a room full of half-naked boys..." "... in a school she isn't even attending..." "... using the transparent pretext of chasing after a pet." The way each was continuing the other's sentence was rather impressive. Ranma could only wonder if they had rehearsed that. Hiroshi and Daisuke nodded in unison while sharing a knowing look. "That's a perverted girl, for sure!" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Well, yes, she was perverted. Sex was fun, and she had been seriously lacking in fun for a lot of her life. Hiroshi and Daisuke were not un-cute, and in other circumstances she might have been interested in seeing how far their ability to work in unison extended, but.... But it was one thing to admit to yourself that you were a cock-hungry slut, when you were a girl, and another to have someone else declare it to your face, and to accuse you of lying in the same breath. "Listen, jerk-wads. I -did- chase that pervert porker in here, and I'm still chasing him, so if you know what's good for you, you're going to get away from that door and let me by." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Unfortunately for Ranma, the threat didn't impress the boys since they had no idea of who she was, or what was her battle prowess. "No, no, no, little missy, you aren't going to get away that easily." Daisuke began. "Yes. Whenever a boy get caught peeking in the girls' room, he get yelled at..." "... insulted, called names like 'hentai' or 'voyeur'..." "... thrown various things in the face..." "... slapped, beaten, trampled..." "... punched in the eye..." "... or even kicked in the nads." From their tones, those two seemed to have a lot of experience in this precise kind of things. "But when a girl barges in the boys' room... can she be expecting to peep all she want, and to get away with just a 'whoops, sorry, wrong room, don't mind me, boys...'?" Hiroshi concluded (taking a fake girly voice for the last part). "That's an -intolerable- double standard!" Daisuke strongly stated. "Don't you agree with me, guys?" The other boys, behind Ranma-chan, solemnly nodded. "Oh yeah..." "It can't go on..." "Being stared at like mere pieces of meat..." "That's plain demeaning..." "I feel *so* violated." Ranma idly noted that, although Hiroshi and Daisuke weren't too bad method actors, the others sucked at it. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma sweatdropped. She actually sympathized with the boys a bit. She'd experienced that double standard more than once herself. Well, at least the part about being in the girl's room as a boy, witness five minutes ago as an example. Still... Ranma narrowed her eyes and cupped her hands over her groin, which caused her upper arms to compress her breasts and force them out through the open top she was wearing. "You try kicking me in the crotch, and you'll be singing soprano, smart boy." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys's Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The two boys in front of Ranma started to facefault. They regained their bearings, though, while the other boys just blinked. "What the... why would we do that?" "Yeah, you're a girl, that wouldn't hurt!" "Actually, that should... but a lot less than a guy." Daisuke mentioned. "You sure? You ever asked a girl?" Hiroshi pondered. "THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" his friend reminded him. Both turning back to Ranma-chan, they pointed accusing fingers toward her. "The point is that you trespassed where you had nothing to do..." "... with the sole intent of getting an eyeful of our nude, athletic bodies." "And for that..." they intoned in duo, leering grins on their faces, "... YOU MUST BE PUNISHED!" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma's head moved back and forth like a spectator at a tennis match as the boys cross-talked, and then took a step backward with a sweatdrop on her head when they dropped the last comment in unison. "Wait, you're wrong," she stammered out, a bit off balance, "I can't have snuck in to peek at hot guys. All the real studs are in class two-four." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Those words earned Ranma-chan a LOT of nasty glares. If some of the boys had been a little hesitant about going along with the lecherous duo's scheme, they felt a lot less reluctant now. "Yeah, that's right, why not aggravating your case by insulting us?" Daisuke grumbled. "My honored peers... we shall call judgment on that poor, wayward female." Hiroshi solemnly called out. "What is the verdict of the jury?" "Guilty." "Guilty." "Guilty." "Guilty." "Guilty." "Guilty." "Guilty." "Guilty." "... guilty?" "Err... guys, are you sure--OUCH! Guilty!" Any discordant voice among them was quickly shut by some elbows in the ribs. "We are unanimous." Hiroshi continued in his pedantic tone. "Considering the gravity of the offense, and in the name of fairness, this court condemns her to..." The two lead boys exchanged a glance, and winked. "Reciprocation!" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger By now the adrenaline rush Ranma had been experiencing chasing P-chan had faded and the urgent need to get out of here was gone. The little porker was likely long gone now. As a result, she was paying a bit more attention to the boys in the room with her. While not anywhere close to ultra-hunk status, they were all fairly healthy teenage boys. She picked out a few potential candidates that she might give a taste of heaven someday if she was hard up. After she'd made them crawl for this stupid guilty thing. Ranma gave a sigh and waited for them to finish up whatever nerd game they were playing. She blinked when sentence was passed however. "Recipe-- whozit? You want to cook for me?" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Daisuke rolled eyes; Hiroshi smirked. That girl was obviously not the sharpest lipstick in the maquillage box, but it was better that way. "No... we want you to _reciprocate_..." he clarified. "That is, to repay us from the peep show we've given you." Daisuke explained. "In the only way you can." "In other words: drop the clothes, little girl!" This announcement brought many leering grins on the faces of the boys. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger "Huh? Oh!" Ranma exclaimed. "Is that all? Geez, you might have come out and said so right at the beginning instead of all that talk, talk, talk." A sly smile decorated her face as she looked around the room and took in all the large group of leering boys. She might have lost P-chan, but it looked like the day was not going to be a total waste. She could give these guys a show that would have their balls aching and their cocks near bursting. The thought gave Ranma a visceral thrill. Having the power to get guys all hot and bothered, and knowing they were dreaming of doing all sorts of things to her, that they'd never, ever, get to actually do, was a real turn on. She'd be able to screw all three Tendô's sisters into collapse with the charge this episode would give her. "Welllllll...." Ranma drawled, pouting cutely. "I guess that's fair. She raised her hands so she was clutching the sides of her open shirt, spreading it open and pulling it tight so it molded to her breasts and exposed her areolas, but not her erect nipples. But with the way her shirt was pulled tight, they might as well have been exposed the way the silk clung to them. "But, I was looking forward to having a nice shower in the girl's locker room." she said with a doubtful look on her face. Her expression brightened, and she said. "But maybe I could get all nice and clean in your shower, and you can peep. Would that be good enough?" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Their gazes glued on her chest, most of the guys probably didn't hear what she said, too entranced by the way Ranma was making her breasts play under the fabric of the Chinese shirt. But Hiroshi and Daisuke where both experimented perverts, not easily distracted even by that kind of display. They seemed to ponder a bit her offer, but then they shook their heads. "Hmmm... nope... the shower stalls are too small, we would be all clinging over each other to get a good view. You gotta strip here and now, while we can all look at leisure." The circle of boys imperceptibly narrowed around Ranma-chan as they enthusiastically nodded their assents. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma pouted. "But, I'm all hot and sweaty." She let one hand shift slightly, and just for a second one perfect breast was fully exposed, before Ranma pulled the fabric back. "But, if you insist," she said with a sigh, "but, can you give me some room?" She turned her back on Hiroshi and Daisuke and moved toward the wall of boys on the other side, walking toward the center of the room. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Don't worry about hot and sweaty..." Hiroshi said, grinned maniacally. "Yes. You can have all the showers you want... *after*." Daisuke snidely commented. The other boys complied with Ranma's request, giving her a bit more space. They still formed a circle, obstructing every way out, whether they were windows or the showers room. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma slowly turned in place, giving each boy a good look into a pair of high voltage eyes. Ranma had not been a girl for long, but she complimented herself on having mastered a look of wide-eyed innocence. More than one pervert had been lulled by those eyes, and had his balls kicked up around his tonsils as a result. Not that Ranma had any intention of doing that to these boys. They were just some overly hormonal dorks. Not like the pimps and other predators who had fallen victim to Ranma's aura of helplessness. No, she'd not waste the opportunity of practicing that way. This was the perfect chance to get in some work on her cock-teasing. Already several of the boxers near her were tenting upwards, and Ranma smirked as she imagined the suckers having to run off to relieve themselves as soon as she was done with this little peep show. In fact, she bet they kicked her out before she was halfway done just so they could have a circle jerk to relieve the stress. As she turned in place, Ranma rotated her arms, causing her shoulders to narrow. As if by accident, her oversized shirt slipped down off her shoulders, baring fully the upper slopes of her breasts, while her hands still kept the good parts hidden. "You really want to look at me?" Ranma asked in a breathless voice. "But I'm nothing special." Ranma focused her mind back on the evening before, and all she'd done, and the sexual heat that memory caused gave her face a nice maidenly blush. "I'm so embarrassed." she said, ducking her head and doodling on the floor with one bare toe. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "The hell your bod is not sp--" Daisuke started, to be interrupted by a bop from Hiroshi. "That has nothing to do with us wanting to watch you..." Hiroshi bullshited. "You're the one who barged in where you didn't belong... any embarrassment you'll feel is entirely deserved; it's your punishment for such a scandalous intrusion...." That was strange, but the self-righteous tone was somewhat reminding Ranma of her father. A nerdy-looking guy toyed nervously with his glasses and muttered: "Err... guys... aren't we going to be late to cl--" *CLOMP!* A pair of elbows grinding into his skull (on for each side) made him shut up quickly. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma's pout became a bit more real. She really hated with people said she "had" to do something. She was tempted to simply leave, but in a way that would be them winning as well. Chasing her away. She made a mental note to make sure Hiroshi and Daisuke got left with a real good set of blue balls. In view of that thought, she turned so she was fully facing them and let her shirt slip farther down her shoulders, lowering her hands so her large breasts at last were fully free of their fabric halter. Due to her closeness to the two ringleaders, they were the only ones that had a really clear view of her assets. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Hiroshi and Daisuke had a hard time keeping the drool flooding their mouths from escaping. Especially since they were also struggling to keep their grins from spreading to the whole of their faces, and their jaws from unhinging. What they couldn't hide were their happy-lecher smirks. The other boys, however, were only given a glimpse of Ranma's nude shoulders, and protested. "Hey! Don't hog her, you two!" "Yeah! That ain't their private show, girly!" "Turn around a bit, please!" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger "Oh, you want to look too?" Ranma said in mock surprise, keeping her voice clueless. She turned toward the other boys, casually, as if without thought, shifting her hands so her shirt once again covered those parts of her breasts that the boys didn't get to see at the beach. "Well, maybe just a quick one." she said. She pulled her shirt open slightly, flashing a nipple at the boys, and then slipping the shirt back over the little nub. Ranma smiled as she the boys leaned forward eagerly, and then in unison pouted like toddlers denied a toy. With a smooth move that showed nothing, Ranma slipped completely out of her shirt, but kept it in her hands covering her breasts. Without her shirt tucked into the waistband of her pants, they were loose enough to slip down low over her hips before the drawstring caught. The boys in back of her had a good look at some prime ass-cleavage, and the boys in front got a tantalizing look at her pubic arch, the hem of her pants hovering just an inch or so above where her pubic hair would start, if she hadn't trimmed it. Any swimsuit would have shown far more skin and would have conformed to what it did not cover, but the disarrayed clothes suggested far more possibilities than an everyday swimsuit ever would. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Some boys are said to wear their heart on their sleeve. For other, it is considered easy to read their feelings on their faces. For the boys around Ranma-chan, however, the easiest way to know what they thought was simply to look at their crotches. None has yet taken of their slips or boxers, although they were obviously becoming uncomfortable. But even the loosest of underwear couldn't hide their raging erections. For the tightest, the redhead could even see the shape of their cocks and balls in perfect details. Ranma didn't know it, but her painfully tempting striptease was melting any reluctance the boys could have had to go along with Hiroshi and Daisuke's scheme. A crying or infuriated girl would have made them fold pretty easily. Even mere shyness or embarrassment could have convinced them to not push things past a little peek. But with the ruthless cock-teasing Ranma-chan was doing, even the meeker or most decent of the young men were seriously reeled up. Some of them almost looked ready to grasp her clothes and tear them off of her body to speed up things. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger The familiar pleasurable ache was growing in Ranma's belly and groin as the boys' interest in her performance became unmistakable. She loved it. The way they looked at her, the way they wanted her. They'd do anything for just the merest taste of what she was showing them. They were in her power and the thought was heady indeed. Her pants hung on to her hips just barely. They looked like a breeze would send them rippling down Ranma's toned legs, but so skillful was she that even though her hips rocked and her ass twitched, not one centimeter more did they fall as she slowly wiggled her way around the circle of boys. Half a dozen times, her hips barely brushed the front of a pair of straining tight whities. Her fingers, touching with gossamer gentleness, stroked across firm teenage bellies and hairless chests. And if they were a bit wimpy in build, they more than made up for it in other areas. Maybe the muscles across their chests and in their arms were not up to adult size, but they bulges between their legs showed that many of them were fully developed in the important areas. Ranma's breasts felt heavy and swollen as they swayed against her chest. She could see the boys she was facing focusing on those sweat-dappled mounds and knew they longed to touch them, to squeeze and fondle, to hold them tight together and slip their dicks into that humid cavity thus created. Ranma's breath was coming quick and she knew that soon she'd have to leave and go and find some relief of the aching need between her legs. Her thoughts turned to P-chan and she grinned. After being stroked and fondled by dozens of naked girls, she bet he'd be very rewarding to a girl who gave him a little hot water. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The girl actually voluntarily touching them was finishing to make the drooling boys wild. Several hands shot forwards to actually grope Ranma's free breasts, just like she expected. Others were moving behind her, no doubt aiming at her pants. Ranma-chan was ready to deflect or escape the hands and breeze out of the pervert boys' reach with ease. With her martial artist's agility, it would be child play to avoid those slow, clumsy gropers... *FLASH* ... when the flash of a camera suddenly startled her. Momentarily blinded, this made the redhead pause for a split-second... which was all the horny youths needed. Male hands grabbed the hem of her pants and unceremoniously pulled them down, along with her boxers, baring her cute buttocks and sending the bunched clothes at her ankles. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma was blinking her eyes quickly in order to try and clear her vision. Her pupils had been dilated with arousal, and that had made the flash particularly effective in blinding her. She didn't need eyes to tell what was going on around her however. Fingers pinched and grabbed at her breasts. A sudden cold breeze was chilling her cunt. It wasn't that the air was that cold, more that her overheated twat was very sensitive to the sudden cooler air blowing by it. She blindly batted at the hands pressing in at her from all direction, blocking and deflecting them from her breasts, and while she could keep the boys from getting a good hold on her tits, she could not stop them from getting lots of quick feels, not to mention painful pinches. She would have leapt upward, or tried to use her legs to clear the area around her, her leg muscles being much stronger than her arms, but the tangled pants around her ankles limited her mobility. She didn't dare do anything that might cause her to trip up. The last thing she wanted was to brain herself on the tile floor, and end up unconscious in the power of the boys. It's possible one reason for that fear was the fact that she wouldn't be able to enjoy the outcome if she was out like a light, but she'd have denied that to anyone who might have suggested such a thing. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Despite Ranma's efforts to slap and deflect their hands away from her tempting, naked body, the boys were getting bolder and wilder. There groping hands moved closer and closer as they surrounded her from every side. The agile pigtailed girl was soon brought to her knees, and had no more choice but to get violent if she -- truly -- wanted to keep them at bay. She was spared the choice, however, when a loud voice shouted: "Hey! Enough! That's getting too far!" The boys, startled, stopped moving, leaving a bit of breathing pace to Ranma, and turned angry glares to whoever was the party-crasher... ... which happened to be a tall, broad-shouldered boy. This fact cooled a bit the horny bunch, and several nasty repartees died down in their mouths. Ranma recognized the big guy, having noticed him in her class. He was obviously of mixed Japanese and African descent; his darker skin and tall size was making him stand out among his smaller classmates. The redhead recalled hearing distractedly that he was the son of an American soldier and a Japanese wife, though she couldn't remember his name on top of her head. At first glance, Ranma had thought of him as not especially cute and maybe a bit overweight, but now that he was nearly in the buff it was obvious it was more muscle than fat, much like her father. He was also tenting his boxer, just like every boy in the room, except with a certainly much bigger tool. Still, that didn't prevent him from starring down at the other boys with a stern look. "Listen, guys, I sure don't mind to have this cutie doing a strip to apologize for barging in... but there, you're all getting too excited. I won't stand for you bunch of idiots trying to force a girl into doing what she doesn't want. We could all get into serious trouble for this." Hiroshi and Daisuke looked at the interloper in dismay. Any dissent coming for a smaller guy would have been easily silenced by browbeating. But this one was not likely to be threatened, nor would he give in to the crowd will like the average Japanese boy. "Ow, come on, Jieremi-kun!" Hiroshi pleaded. "You don't really think this little cock-tease could be not wanting it from the start?" Ranma recognized the name, now, "Jeremy"... though his classmates were often distorting the Gaijin-sounding patronymic. "That's obvious she planned it from the beginning," Hiroshi continued, "using her pet as a pretext to come in, and then giving us this pant- bursting show just to work us enough to jump her...." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma was saved, how dare he!!! When Jeremy had started to talk, the boy's grip on Ranma had loosened slightly. It was a very simple matter to twist her arms slightly so she could deliver a painful pinch in just the right spot to the arm of her two main captors. Liquid fire seemed to run up their arms and at the same time the abused limbs went limp. Ignoring the cries of distress from behind her Ranma rose from her knees and glared at Jeremy. As her head was level with his lower chest and she was standing nearly close enough to be brushed by his erection, this lost a bit of its impact. But she didn't care. "Who the fuck asked for your help?" she demanded. She poked Jeremy in the belly with a stiff finger. "Do you really think a batch of pathetic wimps like you could really make me do anything I didn't want to do?" In fact, they had been well on the way to doing just that. But with her ego, outraged by Jeremy's sort of rescue, Ranma was not about to admit that, even to herself. In her own mind now, she had been letting the boys get as far as they had simply to make the tease more effective. She'd have waited till the last minute, pulled free, and gone off laughing at their poor blue balls while she looked up Ryôga to take care of her itch. And then the stupid foreigner had gone and spoiled it. Ranma glanced down at Jeremy's straining erection, and suppressed a sudden little uncertainty. Damn he was big. Angered anew at her reaction, she snapped her gaze upward and mocked. "Guess it's not true what they say. Big balls don't make you a man." She then tried to push herself between Hiroshi and Jeremy toward the door. What she planned to do out there, naked as a jaybird as she was, she didn't stop and think about. She also didn't think about what the reaction to a naked -- and very mad -- girl running out of the boys' locker room would be. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block *FLASH* Another camera flash went off while Ranma was talking to the boys, but this time it was from behind her (probably to get a butt shot), so she didn't pay attention to it. Jeremy may be basically a decent guy, but right now he was just as horny as the rest, and Ranma's harsh words didn't please him any. He talked on the behalf of this little cunt, and she called him a wimp in return? Niceness had its limits. Unfortunately for the redhead, the space between the two boys wasn't that wide, and they had no intent of moving away unless pushed. This forced Ranma-chan to brush against Hiroshi and Jeremy to head toward the door. The contact of hot female flesh against their bodies finished to inflame their desires. A dark-skinned, thick arm blocked Ranma's path. If she kept advancing, this would mash her chest against the forearm. "Now wait a minute," Jeremy spat, "I tried to help you, little girl, and that's how I got rewarded? What's your fucking problem?" Hiroshi took advantage of this to turn halfway and press himself against Ranma's back. She could feel his erection grinding against her cleft! "I told you, Jieremi-kun. She was enjoying herself, and you spoiled her fun by getting all white-knightly... she's just like Akane-san: she wants to be forced, but she doesn't want to admit it." Adding to Ranma's bad posture was Daisuke, who joined the two other in forming a triangle imprisoning the pigtailed girl. Not that she would have that much a hard time pushing them away, but with her smaller frame it was nonetheless feeling like being in a box with walls of male flesh and bones. "Yeah, that's clear," grinned the third boy, facing Ranma. With a start, the redhead felt some fingers reaching for her sex and touching her puffy folds. "Guess what, guys? She's very wet down there... I can feel it." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger > A dark-skinned, thick arm blocked Ranma's path. If she kept > advancing, this would mash her chest against the forearm. > "Now wait a minute," Jeremy spat, "I tried to help you, > little girl, and that's how I got rewarded? What's your > fucking problem?" > > Hiroshi took advantage of this to turn halfway and press > himself against Ranma's back. She could feel his erection > grinding against her cleft! A feeling of tension filled Ranma as once again she had the fact that she was tiny as a girl shoved in her face. Hemmed in by the two boys she started to feel worried for the first time since coming into the room. While she retained all her skill as a martial artist as a girl, there was no escaping the fact that she had only a fraction of her full strength while in this body, and her shorter limbs made it difficult for her to fight with what she would consider true precision. It was not normally a problem, but against multiple foes she was at real risk of inadvertently hurting someone if she tried seriously to escape. She was pissed off at the guys, but not so much that she wanted to kill them, or even hurt them badly. After all, all they wanted was some sex. She could certainly understand that; she'd been having a good time since getting her curse, experimenting and thoroughly enjoying the new frontiers it opened up. What she should do was give them what they wanted. Drop to her knees and give them blowjobs, and maybe let them fuck her a little. She was particularly curious about Jeremy, wondering if he would taste different. That is what she should do, but she wasn't going to. Ranma Saotome called the shots. She was the one in charge, and giving in and screwing the guys, even if she enjoyed it, would be like she surrendered. And she'd never do that. So how the hell was she going to get out of this? > "I told you, Jieremi-kun. She was enjoying herself, and > you spoiled her fun by getting all white-knightly... she's > just like Akane-san: she wants to be forced, but she doesn't > want to admit it." Ranma's eyebrows rose. She'd twigged to Akane's fetish early. It was hard not to when she screamed out "Rape me, rape me hard!" in the middle of sex. But it wasn't a turn on for her... or was it? Ranma suddenly realized she had an out here. If the boys "forced" her to have sex, then she wouldn't be giving in to them, and she'd know that they hadn't really done it. Only... there were so many of them! Ranma had been having a lot of sex as a girl, but except for that time with both her Pop and Mr. Tendô, she'd stuck to one guy at a time. There had to be a dozen or more guys in the room. Kami, they'd be able to fuck her for hours! The thought was scary, but also intriguing. All her previous sexual encounters had left her still eager to continue when her partner had pooped out. What would it be like to actually get all the sex she could take? > "Yeah, that's clear," grinned the third boy, facing Ranma. > With a start, the redhead felt some fingers reaching for her > sex and touching her puffy folds. "Guess what, guys? She's > very wet down there... I can feel it." Ranma couldn't stop herself from letting out a gasp as Daisuke's fingers took her by surprise. "Get your fingers away from me before you lose them!" she yelled at the bold boy. She tried to back away, but that only served to push herself back against Hiroshi, and drove his cock firmly between the cheeks of her ass. Her breath started to come in quick little gasps as her libido started to really fire up in anticipation. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Daisuke just snickered at Ranma's outburst. "Oh yeah? And how's this gonna happen? There're lips down there, and they're drooling... but I don't find any teeth." he taunted, his fingers indeed exploring her labia, trying to wiggle between the drenched folds. "Is she really wet?" asked Jeremy, still sounding a bit dubious, although her was certainly helping in preventing Ranma-chan's escape. "You bet she is!" Daisuke happily confirmed. "She's dripping, I swear, she can't wait to take a cock in her twat!" "I told you," Hiroshi added, "we saw her with Akane... and all of Akane's friends are nymphos, I know. Those girls may protest for the sake of form, but in truth they enjoy being perfect little sex-toysz more than anything!" The boy grinded his boner further against Ranma's arse, and reached her breasts on the front, groping them enthusiastically. Jeremy grunted. He was, like every other boy, quite excited by the little vixen. However, he knew that Japanese boys were not that concerned about rape. It was a cultural thing; many of the porn available as anime and manga was of the non-con kind. Unlike them, Jeremy's father had hammered into his son that forcing a girl was a bad thing. He wanted more than anything to believe his perverted classmates, and get a piece of that gorgeous babe. Given how she barged in, and fired them up with her striptease, Hiroshi and Daisuke's theory was likely, but he wanted to be sure. "You're ready to bet your dick on it?" "What do you mean?" Hiroshi asked. "If what you say is true, then you won't fear to put your cock in her mouth and fuck her face, right? Because in the case she didn't want it, then she could bite...." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma blinked at Jeremy's words, and then grinned. Looking up and over her shoulder she flashed an impressive array of teeth, at Daisuke. "Yea, why don't you try that," she said, clicking her teeth together with a loud clack. But even as she threatened him with her teeth, she squirmed on his fingers fighting to keep her legs clenched together and herself un-penetrated. It was getting harder and harder to do, however. Not because she was being overwhelmed by his strength, but because she was fighting her own urges. Being surrounded by all this male flesh, acres and acres of it, not to mention foot after foot. Kami-sama, she wanted to get screwed. A little mirror image of herself appeared on her shoulder, clad in a bunny outfit. "Come on," she purred. "You know you want it. Come on, drop down on you knees and get a taste of some of those yummy-looking cocks." Another mini Ranma-chan popped up on her other shoulder, dressed in full dominatrix gear. "Back off, fuck bunny. The girl doesn't get on her knees for any boy. They kneel for her, and beg for the privilege of kissing her toes." "Yea, and what does that do for the big empty hole between her legs? She needs a major meat injection, stat!" "You wish. Once she whips them in shape she can tie that big black stud down and ride him till the cows come home." "Sure, if he doesn't shrivel up from fear, you stupid dyke. Maybe Akane gets off on that sort of thing, but boys are fragile. They can go and go for ages, if they think they're in charge. Show them how weak they really are, and they'll end up curled up in a ball sucking their thumbs." "Hey, do you mind, I'm the one who has to deal with these limp dicks," Ranma snarled at her mini-selves. She blinked and looked up sheepishly at the boys around her. "Ooops, was that out loud?" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Daisuke was momentarily unnerved by Ranma's predatory smile. But he soon concluded that no girl that didn't want to suck cock would actually be challenging him to do it. Then, Ranma's "limp dick" comment settled it. "Okay, cunt. Since you're really asking for it... Hiroshi, help me get her on her knees!" "Hey, wait a minute, I'm the one Jieremi-kun dared to do this! I ain't afraid, I'm gonna do it." Before Daisuke could retort, another voice said: "Err... do you mind? The three of you are hogging the babe, we want some piece of that ass too...." Daisuke snarled. "And how are you going to do it, genius? It's hard for more than three guys to get it on with only one girl. Someone has to go first, you'll have to wait your turn!" "Maybe if you put her on her back, then more than three...." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger > "Okay, cunt. Since you're really asking for it... Hiroshi, help me > get her on her knees!" This was it; Ranma braced herself to go down fighting. Or was that fighting to not go down? But before she could start kicking ass and taking names, and maybe Jeremy's phone number, the boys started fighting over her. A rather evil smile spread across Ranma's face. This had potential. Her smile drooped a little when Daisuke started in on the math. Three guys? A quick hole-count had her feeling a bit sweaty. She'd had a cock in all three holes, but never three at once, what would it feel like? But she quickly gave her head a shake. Experiment later, shit disturb now. "Hey, are you guys going to let them hog me all to themselves?" she asked the bystanders. "You know what they plan, don't you? They want to get a quick fuck in before they're interrupted. They know there ain't time for all of you to have a go. Are you going to let them get away with that?" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Wha...?" Hiroshi started, nonplussed by Ranma's attempt at stirring up infighting. "Hey, guys, don't listen to her! You'll all get your turns, I swear! I mean, who still care if we get late to class?" "Not me." "Not me." "Certainly not me." "Neither do I." were the unanimous responses. "If we all tell the same excuse," added Daisuke, "there won't be any trouble." The most negative reaction to Ranma's words, however, was surprisingly coming from Jeremy. "So... THAT's the kind of girl you are!" he growled. The large guy, whom until now was just merely blocking Ranma's escape, started to grope and molest her flushed body more directly. "You enjoy having men fighting over you... that's WHAT you were seeking in barging here, right? I should have guessed from the way you teased us with the strip. Well, too bad... we aren't going to let you get away with it... you're screwed, little girl!" His expression was now one of anger. As much as he didn't like the idea of forcing a girl, he loathed cock-teases who tried to shatter manly friendship for their own amusement. With the last reluctant boy converted, Hiroshi and Daisuke grinned widely. Ranma's position was becoming untenable as the three partners worked together on pushing her to her knees. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Jeremy's words and tone didn't bother Ranma in the least. She was used to jerks who couldn't take a joke getting all hot and bothered. His big hands were having a much stronger effect, however. In his anger he was squeezing and mauling with much greater force than he likely ever would if he hadn't been so mad. A fact Ranma was quick to grab on to. It seemed that making guys mad could get them hot to trot even better than yanking down their pants and grabbing hold of their cock. A little shiver of fear ran up her back as the three boys started to try and press her down. It was not a mind-numbing, brain-go-away-now fear, but rather the little tingle she always felt on the rare opportunity she was faced with a fight she was not sure she could win. A rarer and rarer occurrence as she got older. It did not make her panic; instead it excited her. Normally that meant getting worked up and eager for the fight, but in this case it seemed to send a bolt of energy straight into her groin. Fighting and fucking were Ranma's two most favorite things in the world. She'd never managed to combine them before, at least not to the extent this situation was causing. Kami, it was making her hot. And she was in no hurry for once to proceed to the next stage. Ranma locked her knees. With all three boys pushing down on her, from different sides, they balanced out the pressure they were exerting so most of it was directed straight downward. With her legs and backs locked, there was no way in hell they would be able to push her downward. She might lack the muscle in this body to lift the three boys up, but with her muscle and joints already locked and stressed she was more than capable of supporting the weight of all three boys, even if they were to somehow perch on her shoulders. The boys were too close to her for Ranma to see much of what was around her, or to look downward, but her hands were still free and it was a simple matter to run her hands over Jeremy and Daisuke's legs and up to their crotches, where she took a good firm hold on two thick throbbing shafts. A tingle of anticipation made her nipples stiffen even more than they already were when she realized she could not quite make her fingers meet around Jeremy's proud weapon, and could only barely do it with Daisuke. Ranma squeezed, hard, and said in a growl "You boys maybe like to escort me to the door? Or do you want to lose something valuable?" She gave a little jerk to emphasize her point. Ranma had passed the point where she was ready to leave without getting screwed, but these guys had made the rules and if they wanted any of what she had to offer they were going to have to earn it. So, if they actually backed off she would leave, with regret. If they didn't have the balls to fight back when they outnumbered her by so many, they didn't deserve the privilege. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The boys' reactions to Ranma's squeeze were to froze, like she expected, but it was not so much out of pain or fear. The male organ was sturdy, and when fully erect it took some amount of force to make it feel pain... instead of pleasure. In fact, it seemed Daisuke had missed the threat entirely. Instead, he rocked his hips as if wanting to pump into Ranma's clutching hand. "Oh yes..." he muttered, "that's it, little missy, use your hands!" Hiroshi couldn't see or feel what Ranma was doing to his accomplices, but he sure noticed she was resisting. Upset, he tried to slip his cock between her legs to reduce the resistance... but found she was holding them closed too tightly to reach her sex. "Damn it, open your legs, slut!" The third boy, however, smirked. Ranma's dainty hand going fishing his mast inside his underwear (which Jeremy hadn't discarded yet) did give him a thrill, both of fear and arousal. But more than anything, it finished to convince him that Hiroshi had been right all along. He had heard of Akane's romp with the Hentai Horde, and although he never approved, he got plenty of descriptions of the "'NO' who mean 'Fuck me!'" kind of girl. "So that's what you want... you don't give up without a fight, hu? Fine... but now that your hands are busy... what's gonna protect your ass?" Saying so, he pushed Hiroshi a bit out of the way, to have better access to Ranma's bottom. The brown-haired boy glared at first, but when he understood what his classmate was about to... he grinned. Still holding Ranma-chan with an arm, he raised the other and... *SMACK!* ... lowered a meaty hand, hard, on her buttocks. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma arched her back in surprise at the suddenly stinging sensation of having her ass smacked. She wanted to lash out at the boy, but she was still too tightly crowded in to get any sort of a decent swing going. In frustration she clamped down harder on the cocks in her hand, but as the boys had already discovered, the hydraulic pressure of the blood engorging their members was proof against Ranma-chan's best efforts. Ranma was a bit like the monkey with her hand in the jar and a fist full of peanuts. All the monkey had to do to escape was to let go of the nuts, and she couldn't do it. All Ranma needed to do to protect her vulnerable ass was to release the boy's cocks and cover her tush with her hands, but like the monkey she was too stubborn and focused on what she had in her hand to do it. Instead, she tried to escape another swat by swaying her ass away from Jeremy, which caused her ass to compress against Hiroshi's stiff cock again. Startled, Ranma pulled back and swayed in the other direction. The problem was that all this swaying was destroying the integrity of the joint locks that had been keeping her legs square and unbending. Once that happened, she lost the ability to effortlessly resist the efforts of the boys to push her to knees. Only Daisuke was currently exerting much pressure so her legs only sagged slightly, and she managed to keep from being forced all the way down, but her sudden loss of height was easy to spot by the boys around her. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Ranma's hand-squeeze would have been very painful on flaccid cocks, but with the two steel-hard rods she had between her fingers, it only increased the boys' excitement. Jeremy noticed Ranma's reduced steadiness, and immediately put the opportunity to good use. His swift hand landed again, hard, on the soft butt cheeks. But at the same time, he swiped Ranma's legs with his foot. Her body moving in a counterproductive direction to escape the spanking, the redhead was actually losing her balance. With Daisuke's added effort, she did land rather hard on both knees. This, of course, sent a sharp jerk to the two handles she was instinctively using to catch herself. The two males connected to them grunted, but it was worth the pain. Seeing his chance, Hiroshi quickly reacted. Stepping away, he ordered to the other boys: "Quick! Block her legs!" The two closest had no need to be told twice. Jumping on the opportunity to touch some female flesh, they kneeled down and pinned Ranma's forelegs. Smirking, Hiroshi went around Daisuke, to now face Ranma-chan. Or rather, she was facing his crotch. Since her hands were busy (with Daisuke on the right and Jeremy on the left), he intended to put her potty mouth to good use. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma had clenched her legs, and ass cheeks, in a defensive effort to keep the boy's fingers away from her goodies. This had left her with a very poor stance in regards to stability. One that her pop would have kicked her ass if he had seen. This had not been a problem as long as she was dealing with balanced counter-forces from the boy's efforts to push her down, but with her reaction to having her ass spanked, and Jeremy's foot sweep, she was helpless to keep herself from dropping to her knees. She managed to take some of the force of the fall away from her legs by using the boy's cocks as handles, but she still winced slightly, pinching her eyes shut, as her knees hit the ground. Her eyes popped open when she felt hands pinning her legs to the ground, and she found herself staring at a cock bobbing in her face at just below eye level. So close, that she went momentary cross-eyed staring at it. She leaned backward to put some distance between her and it, and at the same time slackened her grip on the two cocks in her hand. It was obvious that in a second she'd be letting go of them in order to free her hands for defensive purposes. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Oh no, you don't..." Jeremy muttered, grabbing Ranma's wrist to keep her small hand on his big wang. "You've started the job, you're going to finish it!" "Yeah," Daisuke agreed, doing the same with Ranma's right hand, "though you've got to get better at giving a handjob, missy. Don't just squeeze, but move your hand to and fro..." The two boys behind her weren't just pinning her legs... leaning down, they had started to kiss and fondle and lick and even bite the flesh of her round, smooth buttocks. In front of her, Hiroshi smirked as he presented her his engorged manhood. The boy captured her nose between thumb and index and pinched it, forcing her to open her mouth if she wanted to breath... which would be the perfect opening to give her some male meat to suck. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Adrenaline pumped through Ranma's body as she pulled hard at the hands holding her wrists, while trying to cope with the sensations coming from behind her. Her ass was twitching like a horse in fly season as the boys behind her dined on her luscious flesh. Her heart was beating like it was about to explode and her breath was coming in hard gusts as she verged on hyperventilation. Kami, she couldn't remember ever being this turned on before! Who could have known getting raped could be so hot? Then Hiroshi pinched shut her nose. Ranma's oxygen-starved body left her with no option but to open her mouth wide to gulp in air. That wasn't all she gulped in. Hiroshi's fat cock head pushed between her lips, forcing her mouth open into a wide O. The familiar taste of cock exploded on her taste buds, along with the unique subtle flavor that was Hiroshi. Once again Ranma was able to confirm that each cock tasted, and felt, slightly different. Ranma tried to pull her head backward, but Hiroshi used her pinched nose like a bridle to hold her in place till he could place a hand against the back of her head. At which point, thank goodness, he released her nose, allowing her to suck in much-needed air. But only till he placed his other hand on her head and used his handholds to hold her head in place as he fucked his cock deep into her mouth. The tip of his cock blocked the front of her throat and caused her to gag slightly before he pulled back, getting ready for another push. Her mind focused fully on what was happening in her mouth, Ranma allowed her hands to be guided by Jeremy and Daisuke so that her small fingers pumped up and down on their rigid erections. The distraction also caused her to still her weaving butt, offering the boys behind her a much easier time of exploring her midsection. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Now that Ranma-chan was not totally surrounded by the boys, the mysterious photographer pursued his job, probably getting a shot of her face as she swallowed a cock. *FLASH* Hiroshi held her head solidly, his fingers rummaging in her ruby hair. He pulled her face in counterpoint to his hips pushing forwards, feeding her the whole length of his prick. It was warm, pulsing and tasty in her mouth. Her flaring nostrils, no longer obstructed, where assaulted by the strong musky scent of male arousal. *FLASH* Jeremy and Daisuke guided her digits over their respective shafts while looking down at the forced fellatio and smirking. They were wondering if she could bring them off solely with the handjob. Although they wouldn't mind coating her face with jizm, it would be a bit of waste, they had just started having fun. *FLASH* This time, Ranma could almost swear she felt the heat of the flash over her backside. It was probably to get a very close shot of her scrumptious butt. She idly noted that indeed, the two guys that were molesting her bottom had momentarily stopped, probably to not obstruct the view for their classmate. They resumed almost immediately, though, roughly pinching and kneading and feasting on the pliant flesh. They became even more forward, some inquisitive fingers slipping in her cleft to tease her asshole, while others reached between her legs to stroke her needy sex. *FLASH* Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Hiroshi's cock filled Ranma's mouth, stretching her jaw and pressing all the way to the back of her throat. His hands held her head firmly as he face-fucked her with slow, forceful strokes. The taste of his sweat and pre-cum flooded Ranma's mouth even as the presence of the meaty intruder caused Ranma's saliva to flow like a river, flooding her mouth and spilling down her chin as Hiroshi's cock alternatively drew it out of her mouth, and then squeegeed it off on her lips as he pumped it back in. Mixed with Hiroshi's pre-cum, the thick mixture dangled in a streamer from her chin, swaying back and forth with the force of Hiroshi's strokes until it grew long enough to hit her upper breasts, where it clung like a glistening thread, slowly swelling as more juice was forced from Ranma's mouth to join it. Small grunts and what could have been protesting noises emerged from her throat, occasionally causing a bubble to blow for a short while at the junction of her mouth and Hiroshi's cock. Ranma had given lots of blow jobs since getting her curse, reluctantly at first, and then with more enthusiasm as she learned to enjoy the sensation of taking a soft, flaccid dick in her mouth and coaxing it into something hard and pulsing that would then give her pleasure between her legs. None of them had been like this. She had no control, could not use her hands to control the depth of Hiroshi's strokes or alter the motion of her head to go slower or faster. She was helpless in the hands of the boys who had hold of her. She strained against their grip, but there were too many, and they had too good a position of control over her. The very act of fighting increased the thrill she was feeling from the experience. She'd always loved being pushed to her limits in a fight, even if it meant she lost. The knowledge that it had stretched her limits had been satisfaction enough. Now she was being stretched and pushed to her limits in a very different way, but the same adrenaline fueled thrill that made fighting a hopeless battle such a pleasure was working on her now. The finger's exploring between her legs found ample evidence of her arousal, her labia were fully engorged with blood and her clit was extended beyond the protective hood, the little nub standing up straight and vulnerable, sending sharp jolts of feeling through her body every time a clumsy, eager teenage finger found it. In an instinctive need to support herself, her fingers had closed around Jeremy and Daisuke's cocks. Her body's reaction was to use them as handholds, but with encouragement from the two boys she stroked her fingers up and down the shaft, the flexible skin that surrounded the hard internal core moving with her hand. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Yes... oh yes... that's it, little slut... take it all the way...." Hiroshi muttered. His shiny, slick, glistening organ was throbbing from the pleasure of those lips and tongue around it. Feeling his release coming, he pushed it deeper into Ranma's mouth, compelling her to take it down her throat. The hands playing with her body were no longer limited to the five boys restraining her. Reaching between the legs of the three standing studs, the other boys touched her skin, stroked her legs, groped her breasts. Fingers were everywhere, feeling, squeezing, pinching, rubbing... The assault on her ass and sex weren't limited anymore to external stimulation. The clumsy but determined digits were slipping past the engorged folds or the puckered ring, wiggling and twisting inside. Jeremy and Daisuke groaned as Ranma unwillingly masturbated them. They urged Hiroshi to get it over soon, so they could take his place. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger All of Ranma's senses were being assaulted. Her taste buds were flooded with the flavor of Hiroshi's cock and pre-cum, while her nose was filled with the sweaty clean sent of a boy in lust. It was before gym class, so Hiroshi had not showered and his smell was strong and powerful, but he was a cleanly boy, so it was not so strong as to be offensive. Instead the sexual pheromones present in his smell just notched Ranma's reaction up that much higher. Her sense of touch was being just as powerful assaulted, from the feel of Hiroshi in her mouth, to Jeremy and Daisuke's cocks in her hands, to what seemed like dozens of hands wandering all over her body, pinching and fondling, and.... Her back straightened up and she swallowed Hiroshi in even deeper as a finger wiggled up into her clenched-tight twat. Her muffled exclamation caused her mouth to vibrate around Hiroshi's shaft. Her ears were full of not just the boy's nasty comments, not just about what she was doing, and they were doing, but over what they wanted to do to her. Fuck her ass, fuck her cunt, fuck her tits, fuck her mouth. Hell, she was surprised no one had suggested fucking her ears, they seemed eager enough to stick it in all her other openings. Even her sense of sight was supplying erotic imagery to her brain. Her eyes were crossed and focused on the Hiroshi's gleaming shaft as it moved in and out of her mouth. For a few seconds Ranma wondered if she should try to make Hiroshi's face-fucking last so he'd have the energy to fuck her cunt. On the journey home from China, she has sort of fallen into the concept that guys were only really good for one shot an hour or so. After a long trip on the road, that meant that if she brought her pop off with her mouth, she wouldn't get fucked till the next morning at the earliest. Which usually meant she spent a night horny. But such thoughts only lasted for the brief moment it took Ranma to realize that for once she was not faced with having to ration her meat intake. So what if Hiroshi came off in her mouth? There were lots of other guys ready and able to take his place, and from the way they were talking there was little risk that her cunt would go without. As soon as she realized that little fact, she started putting all the training Genma had given her into action. Sucking hard, she used her tongue to stimulate the nerves along the underside of Hiroshi's cock and the tip of it whenever the thick cap was pulled back far enough for her to reach. She wondered how long he could last, and made a sort of game out of seeing how quickly she could bring him off. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Ranma didn't wonder for long. Hiroshi was a pervert, and certainly not a virgin... but neither his official girlfriend (which, rather coincidentally, was currently getting shafted by a huge Hibiki cock in a shower room not very far away) nor the few easy girls he scored with were as good at giving head than Ranma-chan was, even when forced (with the possible exception of Akane Tendô). Indeed, if Hiroshi had been worried for a while he'd have to do all the work screwing her mouth (and even feared, in the back of his mind, she'd try to hurt him), he was quickly put at ease by Ranma's sudden turnaround. The girl had been a hapless victim of the skull-fucking at first, but now she was using all the skills of a talented cock-sucker to bring him off. The brown-haired boy was happy that his assertions about this little tramp proved entirely true. Though it was nothing compared to the happiness of having his pride so thoroughly cleaned and washed and rinsed. The amazing ministrations of Ranma's throat, tongue, lips, palate and even teeth, used expertly to massage every inch of his manhood inside the warm and wet mouth, were the best Hiroshi ever experienced. The boy's heart rate was reaching levels rarely attained even during the gym class he was skipping. His engorged rod was throbbing from the astounding pleasure, the extra-sensitive head caught in a snug cavity that squeezed it with the exactly right pressure. The venous, pulsing shaft swelled just a little bit more, unmistakable forewarning of its incoming eruption. Hiroshi grunted and gasped frantically for air. His testicles, painfully tense with need, generously flushed semen into his hose. A little bulge ran throughout the urethra, that Ranma definitely noticed against her tongue. Then, the first thick spurt of manly seed shoot forcefully, splashing deep in the redhead's throat. It was followed by many others, drowning her mouth up to the tonsils in salty, male- flavored cream. Re: Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma received several warnings from Hiroshi, an increase in the intensity of the force he was using to fuck her face, the way his hands dug into her scalp, and finally, the swelling of his cock just a second before he painted her tonsils with his thick cream. Ranma intensified her suction, drinking from Hiroshi's cock like it was a straw, drawing out the cum that otherwise would have slowly dribbled out as his cock went limp. Ranma's efforts were not because she was a cum slut, though she had developed a fondness for the stuff, but because she knew very well how super sensitive the tip of a guy's cock could be after coming. Her intense stimulation of that nerves-heavy glans could cause pleasure so strong that it would verge on the painful. On occasion she'd managed to make her pop cry uncle just by over- stimulating his just-ejaculated penis. But those times she'd had the use of her hands. Without them to help her, it was a bit hard to get the full effect of the Saotome-kill-them-with-pleasure technique. Hiroshi had buried himself in her mouth as he came, and she could not get at the main nerve clusters with her tongue. Instead, Ranma was left with a mouth full of her own spit and Hiroshi's cum which she swallowed with many convulsions of her throat. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "OH FUUUUCK!!" Hiroshi screamed in a half-strangled voice. His orgasm magnified by Ranma-chan's technique, he felt like he was dying. Good thing he was young and healthy; the redhead could probably kill an elderly man with such a blowjob. His legs betraying himself, Hiroshi unsteadily stepped backward, which withdrew his deflating cock from the vacuum cleaner that was Ranma's mouth. The boy then unceremoniously slumped on his ass, panting. "Oh kami... she's incredible... what a mouth!" Daisuke couldn't guess exactly what his friend just experienced, but the amazed look on his face was very telling. Watching the sexy way Ranma was gulping all the jizm she had been feed with, Daisuke knew he had to claim this hole fast. "I'm next! Her mouth is mine!" he exclaimed while prying Ranma's finger from his stiff prick (but keeping a hold on her arm). However, he faltered when he saw Jeremy doing the same. The bigger boy pulled down the irritation that was his slip, and stood entirely naked next to Ranma-chan, his large wang standing to attention. "Err... I mean, if you don't mind..." Daisuke hesitantly added. "Don't worry," Jeremy answered, "you can have it... since I'm going to take her pussy!" he declared, leaning behind Ranma to fondle her ass. "Now wait a minute," protested another boy, "why would you be the first to get a go at her cunt?" "Because she made me so hard I'm gonna blow anytime!" the dark-skinned boy grumbled. "That's not fair! We're all just as hard... and you're going to make her all loose with your fat dick!" "Yeah, you three hogged her enough already, we wanna our turn!" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma gave a gasp as Hiroshi pulled free from her mouth, sperm dribbling down her chin as she let her head sag forward panting. It wasn't that she's been strained that badly, but she'd had a hard time pulling enough air into her lungs when her nose spent half its time buried in Hiroshi's pubic hair. She hung forward, her weight supported by the grip Daisuke and Jeremy had on her arms, but she was in no way beaten. Ranma had no objections to the boy's plans, but the rules of this little game, as written in her mind, mandated that she prevent them if she could. Both boys were distracted, their minds focused on what they planned to do, rather than on what they should have been focusing on. Namely keeping Ranma fully secured. Maybe now that she had been forcefully face-fucked, they thought she'd roll over and beg if they asked. Well, they were in for a surprise. Ranma twisted her arms and pulled down with a sharp jerk. Her arm jerked free of Jeremy's hand as he bent over her shoulder to fondle her butt. Daisuke had secured her a bit better so he retained his hold. That is, till Ranma whipped her free hand across and struck a blow across the back of his hands, numbing the tendons and causing his grip to relax. Ranma slumped forward, both hands lashing down to grab an ankle. She pulled back with all her strength, yanking a leg out from under both Jeremy and Daisuke. "Don't count your cunt till you've fucked it, boys!" Ranma shouted. Releasing Daisuke and Jeremy and hoping that she'd destroyed their balance enough to land then on their asses, she flexed her body backward, showing her flexibility as her upper torso bent far enough over to let her look into the two boys who were holding her legs against the ground. "Hi boys," she said to the two startled boys, before sending stiff fingers into the diaphragm of both, driving the wind from their lungs and paralyzing them for a few seconds. Ranma continued to roll backward, knocking off the two boys. Her back hit the ground, her legs bent double on either side of her body, and given a second of time she'd have her legs unbent and be ready to kick some ass. Ranma did not allow the fact that she had little talent for fighting multiple opponents, at least when compared to her ability at one on one, to slow her movements or to cause self-doubt. She'd fight, and she'd win, one way or another. No other thought was possible. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block With the boys busy arguing with each other, Ranma's rebellion was a complete surprise. Daisuke yelped when the painful nerve strike hit his hands, making them numb. He was then easily toppled over by Ranma's ankle-grab, landing flat on his back next to a blinking Hiroshi. Jeremy had put one knee to the floor to reach Ranma's ass, so the move wasn't as effective on him, but he nonetheless rolled on his side and out of the way when the redhead lifted his ankle. The last two boys restraining Ranma were easily dispatched, and the pigtailed girl was now about to make an instant stand. The number of opponents (and Ranma's lack of habit for such conflict), indeed, wouldn't have mattered much considering the wide gap of fighting skills between them. For all these boys, training was limited to a bit of wrestling, or boxing, or basic judo moves in gym class. They weren't the Hentai Horde, which at least counted some half-descent fighters after the numerous morning battles against Akane. However, as the Tendô girl could have warned Ranma, there was a little problem with large groups... the fact that they could use some techniques which, although completely beyond a single martial artist, required no skill at all, only number. Like a dog-pile. Most of the boys had been stunned by Ranma's sudden resistance and didn't know how too react. But unfortunately for Ranma, ONE happened to have good reflexes and won the initiative roll just as her legs sprung... ... by simply letting himself fall atop Ranma, bringing her down in mid- move. This was like a signal, and in no time half a dozen of nude boys were pilling themselves atop the redhead, who had her breath stolen by the accumulated weight. For the horny guys, this was as much to restrain her as to get some contact with female flesh. No cock found its way into one of her openings, but they certainly rubbed and grinded their male bits against her pinned body. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger "Gerreoff...." Ranma's voice demanded, muffled by the ton or so of boy flesh lying on top of her. She felt like she'd been flattened into a pancake. Her breasts were squashed flat against her chest, and the lucky boy lying across them was jamming his cock into her compressed tit flesh. This was not the type of titty-fucking Ranma was used to. There was barely an inch of her body that was not in someway in contact with a boy, and in most cases naked boy flesh. It was overwhelming and frustrating, and also a turn on as she struggled with all her might to escape the dog-pile she was underneath. And everything had been going so well. "Eerrrgggg, shtop shat!" Ranma groaned as two boys both tried to force their hands between her legs and reach her honey pot. She didn't sport a big bush of pubic hair, but what she did have was getting snagged between the boy's fingers and they were threatening to strip her bare in a very different way than the usual. Ranma bucked her hips up, actually lifting the pile on top of her a fraction of an inch as a third boy managed to sneak his hand down under the other two and forced a finger up her bottom. Smears of pre-cum began to appear on her body as half a dozen boys settle for merely rubbing themselves against whatever bit of skin they could get close enough to. The boy who had been pressing down on her face shifted and she opened her mouth to let out a few choice curses, when a fat cock bumped against her lower lip, barely missing a hole in one. Ranma twisted her head the side the side to avoid the next blind poke, and started to curse out the various boys on top of her. Not a wise move. She might have denied the one boy her mouth, but he had a companion.... Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Daisuke, rubbing the back of his hands, was cursing. Jeremy stood up, casting a nasty glare at the dog-piled redhead. Hiroshi, still sitting on the floor, was much calmer and actually smirked. "Maybe we ought to tie her hands..." the brown-haired boy suggested. Having already blew his load, he was the clearer-minded here. "Yeah, but with what?" Daisuke retorted. "Clothes, shoelaces, towels, I don't know...." Hiroshi shrugged. Jeremy nodded. "Good idea. Her legs, too." "Hu... we can't, it will be hard to reach her pussy if we tie her legs..." Daisuke interjected. "Depends on how we do it. Okay...." Hiroshi stood up, and the trio gathered the necessary items for a bit of improvised bondage. Then, Hiroshi walked to the monticule of tangled bodies and limbs, and clapped his hands to attract their attention. "Guys... I must praise you, and command your quick reflexes in jumping that little minx. You should have realized by now, however, that you aren't going to get anywhere by just piling like that. We'll have to do this scien-ti-fi-cally. So, move carefully off her, one by one, while keeping the subject pinned, and we'll be able to put her into bondage. Then, everybody will get a go at her safely. Everybody agree?" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger "Hell no! I don't agree!" Ranma objected as a pair of balls that had been resting on her tightly closed mouth was removed. "What's the matter, you ain't men enough to handle one little girl with your bare hands? You got to cheat!" Ranma's ire was more along the line of a kid being denied a treat. She had really been enjoying wrestling with the boys, and the thought of being tied up unable to fight back sounded pretty darn boring. What fun would it be if she couldn't move? Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Jeremy blinked and scratched his head. "It's my ears, or... is she actually just disagreeing with the bondage, and NOT the rape?" "I told you," Hiroshi said, grinning, "I'm used to that kind of things with Akane-san... though she's a bit less obvious than this one about it." Otherwise, the boys ignored Ranma-chan's protests. They were quick to adhere to Hiroshi's plan, trusting to get the kinkier deal with the experienced pervert. A few crawled away, while several stayed on Ranma's arms and legs to pin her for good. "First, the legs." Hiroshi announced. With Daisuke and Jeremy's help, they forced a cute, curvy leg upward, and then tried to bent it at the knee. This was much harder than they expected; those muscles in the slender-looking member were stronger than it looked. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger "Of course I'm disagreeing with the rape, you stupid, limp-dicked, pencil-necked waste of good cooking lard!" Ranma cursed Jeremy as she struggled with the boys holding her down. "Let me go, you poor excuses for men!" she said as she fought to keep her leg straight, not sure why they wanted to bend it. Just knowing they wanted to was more than enough excuse for her to try and prevent them from doing it. "I have never seen such a collection of brain-dead, needle-dicked, pinheads in my life!" she squalled as she tried to yank her other leg free so she could kick someone in the gut with it. But while she managed to jerk one or two boys back and forth a bit, she did not manage to free her leg. Ranma felt her tendons stretching as her leg was bent backward till her heel touched her thigh. In the back of her mind, a stray thought filtered through her brain: 'Geez, this is a pretty good workout.' What came out of her mouth was not nearly as complimentary. "Kami, you guys are such losers. I've seen smarter cow patties, and stronger guys in a kindergarten class." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Nervous twitches simultaneously appeared on the foreheads of every boy present in the room. They glared balefully at the restrained redhead. Was she completely stupid, or just trying to get them mad for the fun of it? "Maybe we should gag her mouth too..." Jeremy suggested. He was probably the more upset, having been directly targeted by the potty- mouthed rant of the pigtailed girl. "Nah..." Hiroshi retorted, "we'll just make sure that she has a cock in her mouth at all time... that'll shut her up." Hiroshi and Daisuke probably wouldn't have managed to bend Ranma's leg without Jeremy's help. Now, using some strips of cloth, they tied the ankle to the upper part of the thigh. They soon were doing the same things to the second leg. Ranma now couldn't use them to kick or stand up, but her thighs, not linked together, could still easily be parted to reach her treasure. "Okay. Now, guys, we have to roll her on her front so that we can tie up her hands in the back. Ready? One, two, three...." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger "You stupid piles of crap. You just try to shut me up. I'd bite your dicks off, only they're already so short it would be hard to do!" Ranma yelled as she tried to keep herself from being rolled over on her belly. It was a lost cause. She simply had no leverage to work with. As a girl, her most potent weapon when it came to fighting was her legs. Pound for pound they were as nearly as strong as her male legs, while her arms were nearly sixty percent weaker. She did manage to pull an arm free for a second while they twisted her over on her belly, due to poor teamwork. But other than knocking the wind out of one of her attackers it did little good. Her arm was quickly recaptured and her body twisted fully over on to her front. Her sweaty breasts flattened against the cold tile of the locker room, sending a cold shiver through her body that was at odds with the furnace burning between her legs. Despite her disparaging comments about the boys, she was getting really turned on by fighting them. While no martial artists, they were still teenage boys, and that gave them a lot of energy and half-decent bodies; well, most of them. For the last few minutes Ranma had been constantly reminded, in the form of bulging shorts and bare jutting cocks, of just how turned on they were by her body, and the chance to fuck her. That was cream to her catty ego. There was nothing Ranma liked better than to be admired. And also catlike, she enjoyed snubbing those who admired her. The boys had removed the option of snubbing them, and Ranma actually respected them for it, not that she'd ever admit it to them. Ranma wriggled like a snake on the floor, not going anywhere, but making it hard for the boys to control her body despite her position. "Hey, jerk-wads, I hear your mummy calling. You'd better head home so she can change your diapers. It's starting to smell in here." she taunted, snapping her teeth at a foot that wandered just a touch to close to her face. She missed, but not by much. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The boy that nearly lose a toe jumped in fright, and frantically said "I think Jieremi-kun is right... we should gag her!" "Nah, what's the fun in it if we can't hear her moan while we're fucking her?" Hiroshi countered. Ranma's arms were twisted behind her back, and soon tied together with a small towel. The boys smirked once their job was done. Jeremy slapped his hands together and announced "Now, her pussy is MINE!" "No way, man!" "Yeah, who died and make you the chief?" "We told you already, we don't want YOU to go first. Her cunt would be all stretched for every guy that went next!" The large, dark-skinned boy grunted in frustration. Ranma's hand had worked him hard, her insults had made his blood boil, and now they were denying the first go at her sweet treasure? A hand landed on his shoulder; craning his neck, he faced Hiroshi, who was shaking his head solemnly. "Sorry, Jieremy-kun, but they got a point. Nobody wants sloppy seconds, and it wouldn't be nice for your comrades if you made the only pussy we got here all loose...." Jeremy snorted, not happy to have what looked like unanimity against him. "If we go that way... then the first guy to have a go at her should logically be the smallest dick, right?" The others looked uncertain at this announcement, looking at each other. But, after a short pondering while rubbing his chin, Hiroshi nodded. "Well... in a way, that sound kind of fair. And it would ease a bit the arguing about whose turn it is. It cost me, but it sound like a good idea." "It cost YOU?" Daisuke deadpanned. "You already got a blowjob out of her!" He wasn't exactly happy, since his own endowment would probably put him in the last ones, just before Jeremy. "Well, those that get some pussy last can have the priority at her mouth, if they dare." This brought some hesitant nods. It sounded like a compromise was reached. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger "Oh, what a great idea, the smallest dick goes first. Why don't you run and get a magnifying glass so you can decide which of you limp dicks goes first?" Ranma mouthed off from her position on the floor. Truth was, after all the struggling she had done with the boys, she was getting a bit fed up with all this talk, talk, talk. If she'd had a match like this with Ryôga, she bet he wouldn't stand around flapping his dick in the breeze why'll her cunt was all hot and lonely. "Kami, what a wimp!" Ranma exclaimed, twisting her neck around so she could glare at Jeremy. "A real man wouldn't let a bunch of 'little' dicks push him out of his turn. Oh, I forgot, there ain't any real men here. That's why you got to tie a girl up. It's the only way you can get any pussy." But even as she was cursing Jeremy, her eyes were flickering from boy to boy. From her position on the floor, looking up at the boys, Ranma had a rather unique perspective. All the faces seemed foreshortened by distance, while the jutting cocks spearing out over heavy balls seems exaggerated. To tell the truth, none of the boys were tiny, though some just barely matched average. But, then Ranma-chan was below average in size, all over. And, as she gazed at all those bobbing cocks, she had to think that they might very well be able to make up for in quantity what they lacked in size. She licked her lips in nervousness. She was beginning to wonder just what it was going to be like. Unless something intervened, she was going to get fucked by the entire gym class. That was a lot of dicks any way you measured it. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block *FLASH* While Ranma was verbally lashing at the boys and checking them out, the mysterious photographer took another shot of her naked, and now tied-up and helpless body. "Shut your trap, you bitch." Jeremy growled. "You'll be glad all the guys have prepared you for my big mast when it'll be my turn... you'll wail like the little girl you are when I'll stick it in." Not too gently, the big guy rolled Ranma-chan on her back. Now, she didn't have to crane her neck to look at the gang, but the position, with her arms tied behind her back and her knees forcefully bent, wasn't that comfortable. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* Said position was, however, of great interest to the camera artist. Hiroshi smirked at that. "Hey, Gosunkugi, you are going to give everybody some copies of your pictures afterward, right?" The blinding flash stopped, and for the first time Ranma could get a clear view of the amateur porn shooter. He was a lanky boy, looking almost gaunt here wearing only his underwear. He has skin noticeably paler than the rest, greasy black hair and dark ring under his eyes. The weird fact about him, however, was that Ranma couldn't remember having seen him in her class. True, she (he) had been at Fûrinkan only for a few weeks, but all the other boys she recognized (though she could only name a few). This guy... it was like he was a ghost. Ranma could bet she wouldn't even have noticed his presence if not for the flashes of his camera. He had probably the most inconspicuous aura she's ever felt. "Hu... yes... of course..." Hikaru answered in a voice that fit the rest of his character -- that is, meek and whiny. "Good." Hiroshi nodded. "Then, you get the honor of being the first to plow her pussy." "Wha... me?" Gosunkugi gawked in disbelief. He apparently didn't even consider going after the redhead, satisfying his voyeuristic tendencies with his photos. He probably wouldn't have dared touch her, or maybe only when every of the other guys were done. It wasn't often he enjoyed any luck in his life. "You're sure?" "Of course, that's what was decided!" Jeremy added somewhat glumly. "Come on, don't waste our time." "Yeah, Hikaru-kun, don't be shy." Daisuke encouraged. "Unless... hey, you're not hesitating because it's your first time?" "Hu... no... Tendô Akane-san..." the pale boy reluctantly answered. "Should have guessed." Hiroshi sighed. Still looking like he couldn't believe his luck, Gosunkugi circled around Ranma-chan to stand by her legs. A silly grin forming on his face at the sight of female pulchritude, he whipped a little drool from his lips. Then, he simply kept the camera hanging around his neck, and pulled down his slip. Ranma could see that her first would-be-rapist was... not too big. Not too small either, but rather average, or maybe a little under.... Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Being surrounded by a dozen boys, bent on gang-rapping her, had not scared Ranma. But as she got a good look at Hikaru, her legs, which had been gapping wide open revealing her inner pink, slapped shut, her knees slapping together as she rose up on her toes which were stuck under her thighs. At the same time she lifted her upper torso up on the fingers of her bound hands and tried to scoot away from Gosunkugi. As she only had her toes and fingers to work with, her speed was not impressive, but the side-to-side shifting of her body was enough to make her big breasts behave like lello moulds. "What the hell is this?" Ranma yelled out. "The night of the living dead?" If she had been able to, she would have been making warding signs with her fingers. When you've despoiled as many temples, and temple maidens, as Ranma had in company with his pop, you developed a healthy respect for supernatural vengeance. Ranma normally had zero fear of the living dead; they were slow and clumsy. But she was tied up and at the mercy of this zombie. She shuddered as she imagined his ice-cold dick plunging into her poor little cunt, his drooling rotted tongue licking her breasts. Ranma's head smacked up against the foot of one of the boys, and stopped her attempted retreat, leaving her with no option but to keep her legs pressed together and hope for divine intervention. Where was a shrine maiden when you needed one? She could sneak away while the boys molested her. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Most of the boys were wide-eyed at the sight of Ranma managing to move only with her toes and fingers. "How is she doing that?" "Now these are strong toes...." Gosunkugi seemed to hesitate a bit in view of Ranma's terrified reaction. Okay, it wasn't the first time a girl shrieked when she saw him, but generally it was because he startled her by seemingly coming out of thin air. Maybe it was because he was naked? Hiroshi shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, little missy, that's not something nice to say to Hikaru-kun. You're going to hurt his sense of self- worth..." "Not that he has much left anyway." Daisuke added under his breath. "Come on, Hikaru-kun... get it on, we don't have all day!" Jeremy then urged. Gosunkugi snapped out of his funk, and nodded. He kneeled before the tied girl's body, while other guys were pinning her so that she couldn't crawl away again. Hikaru, an eager look on his face, put his hands on Ranma's knees and tried to pry her legs open. "Gnnn... nnnnn... NNNNNNNNNNNN...." Without success. Ranma barely felt the strength exerted. She knew she had powerful muscles there, but an ordinary girl could probably have resisted the anemic pull of the scrawny boy. "Oh brother..." Hiroshi facepalmed. "Come on, let's help him, or we'd never get it done. Jeremy, Hiroshi and two other boys struggled to force Ranma's thighs open. "Maybe we should keep her that way with a pole or something, like in those ecchi manga...." Daisuke suggested. Hiroshi nodded. "Yeah... good idea... someone got us a broom handle!" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma had felt relief when Hikaru failed to pry her legs open. Partly because he'd failed, but mostly because his hands were warm, belying her first impression he was the walking dead. After that, keeping her legs together was for the challenge and fun, not out of atavistic terror. In the end it took four boys to force her legs open, and again the excitement of straining against them and her bondage turned out to be arousing, much to her surprise. Her cunt, which had started to dry up at Hikaru's approach, once more flowed with juices and her outer lips were swollen with blood. They parted slightly, giving all the boys with a line of sight a good view of her damp inner petals. Ranma had been straining so hard against the boys that she'd missed part of the discussion; so when she heard Hiroshi call out for a broom handle, she jumped to conclusions. "What, you ain't man enough to get it up. You need a chunk of wood to stand in for you?" On the surface of it, Ranma's words were nonsense; there wasn't a single boy in the dozen surrounding her, including Hikaru, who were not sporting major wood. But, Ranma lacked the other boys' association with ecchi manga, and so missed the true reason for the broom handle. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Hiroshi and Daisuke looked at each other, a puzzled look on their face, and rolled their eyes. "What make you think we'd need the handle for that, you twit?" Hiroshi mocked. "I'm beginning to think that girl is a few cards short of a full deck." Jeremy mumbled. "And you're feeling bad for taking advantage of the mentally imbalanced?" Daisuke asked around. "HELL NO!" was the unanimous response of the horny boys. A guy was bringing a broom to the perverted duo, but Hikaru wasn't waiting for them. With tears of joy in his eyes, he aligned his boyhood with Ranma's puffy sex, and aimed at her opening. "Hey wait, Hikaru-kun, we gotta bind her legs open..." Hiroshi said. "Don't bother... I'm not sure it's worth the trouble... it'll get in the way..." Daisuke countered. "Yeah... how are we getting her to kneel, then?" "Or to stand up?" "Or to lay down on one guy while another sandwiches her...?" While the randy teenagers were planning various ecchi positions, Hikaru-kun moved for the gold. He was breathing loudly, almost hyperventilating, although he had yet to do anything strenuous. Probably the excitement alone. The round tip of his prick grazed Ranma's neither lips, finding them abundantly lubricated. He pushed his venous shaft within the folds, slowly and deliberately, enjoying every second of penetration. From the look on Gosunkugi's face, he was having a religious-like experience. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger "Hey, I'm a good card player!" Ranma objected. "Can I help it if everyone else always cheats? Hey, wait...." she protested as Hikaru knelt between her legs and brought the head of his cock to bear on her eager cunt. With her hands behind her back, her upper body and head was naturally sitting at a lower level than her pelvis and she strained her stomach muscles to bring her head up, a look of determination on her face. It wasn't as if doing so would help her in the least, but at the moment it was the only movement possible for her with her limbs bound and the boys holding her legs spread open. It did give her a very good view of the tip of Hikaru's cock parting the folds of her twat. Her eyes bugged and she suddenly let her head drop backward as he eased into her. A loud groan escaped her lips. Ranma didn't know if it was true for real girls, but every time she was penetrated it felt like the first time. The feeling of her lower flesh being parted and something warm and hard pressing up into her belly was just about the most marvelous thing in the world. Not better than when she shafted some girl as a boy, but different, as if the wires were different, which in a way they were. It didn't matter how big the guy was, it always felt as if she was being split in those first few seconds. The only reason she liked big cocks was that feeling of the guy sliding into her lasted longer. Strangely, she was finding Gosunkugi's slow penetration as stimulating as the bigger cocks she'd tried out. Maybe because he was taking his time slipping her the meat, unlike most of her partners who aimed to get inside her as quick as they could. There was something to be said for a hard rough fuck, but this slow, easy stuff was nice, at least for the first screw of the day. She would have yelled encouragement to Hikaru, but she was damned if she'd let the boys know how much she was enjoying this. As if her closed eyes and blissful expression was not a dead give away. As always, Ranma's poker face was less than perfect. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Oh Kami... she's so tight!" Hikaru exclaimed in a strangled voice. "She is? Good." Daisuke smirked. "She won't be so much when we'd finished with her, though...." "Well, she seems to be enjoying herself, at least." Hiroshi commented, watching Ranma's blissful face. "I don't think we'll need the broom, finally. Only if she get rowdy again... but I'm pretty sure she'll happily spread her legs for us now." "Don't take too much your sweet time, Gosunkugi," Jeremy warned, "there's plenty to go after you." Hikaru heard him, shortly nodded, and followed the advice. Holding his upper body arched above Ranma-chan, with his hips sticking forward, he pumped his needy needle in and out of the red-furred twat faster and faster. Sweating and panting, the scrawny boy seemed nonetheless to enjoy himself; the ecstatic look on his face was quite clear. Clear fluids splashed against his groin each time he brought his pelvis to slap against Ranma's mound. His blood-engorged prick, encased in warm female flesh, was throbbing with pleasure. It was filling her nicely with each downward thrust. The pigtailed girl was petite, and her vessel wasn't that deep. She only could accommodate large cocks thanks to the insane level of physical training she put her body through -- which had become more specialized just recently, thanks to Tendô-sensei's teaching. Even an average-endowed boy like Hikaru could stimulate most of the sensitive spots in her snug sheath. Added to that was the shameless groping of the other erogenous zones, like her breasts and thighs and hips by the other boys holding her. Jeremy kneeled atop Ranma's face, a leg on either side of her head. He hadn't rushed in doing this because he wanted the little slut to WATCH as Gosunkugi claimed her womanhood, but now he couldn't wait any more. Taking his large wang in hand, the burly Half-Japanese boy pointed the tip toward Ranma's mouth. "Time to suck on something else, you nympho!" "Hey, wait, I thought we said..." Daisuke began to protest. "Just fuck her breasts, Daisuke-kun. There's enough of her to get around." Hiroshi said, smoothing up things. "Oh, yeah... great idea." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma's body rocked on the pivot point of her hands and forearms as Hikaru slammed in and out of her clutching channel. Who would have thought a little spindly geek like him could throw such a good fuck her way? His early slower pace had given way to a frantic in and out shuffle that would have worried Ranma if she hadn't already realized that this was one time she didn't have to worry about her partner running out of gas. Her eyes were half closed in pleasure as she moved as best she could in rhythm with the boy fucking her. She'd learned that if a girl wanted to get the most out of the experience, she had to look out for herself. That thought brought back a memory of being trained by Akane's dad, and his comments about her having to be ready if she was ever attacked by a bunch of boys. Her respect for him went up several notches. At the time she hadn't believed it was something she'd ever need to use. But look where she was now. Distracted as she was by Hikaru's enthusiastic, if not particularly skilled, fucking, Ranma could still hear and comprehend the comments the boys were making. Didn't need the broom? She'd spread her legs for them? Sounds like someone was taking her for granted. Well, she'd show them. If they wanted to shoot their wads in her belly, they were going to have to earn the privilege. Through Ranma's slitted eyes, a rather disturbing image appeared. That of Jeremy lowering himself over her, his heavy balls brushing over her forehead as he settled into place, the head of his big cock hovering over her mouth. His comments, which Ranma chose to interpret as an order, raised her ire. She jerked her face out of line with his cock denying him her mouth. Just them, Hikaru let out a loud cry and stabbed deep into Ranma. Ranma felt him pulse inside her cunt, and it twitched in reaction to the knowledge that he was shooting his jizm deep into her belly. Only Ranma was just getting warmed up, and still wasn't close to coming yet. Once again she had to remind herself that there was lots more to come. Which didn't meant Mr. Quick-Draw shouldn't learn some respect for his partner. The boys who had been holding Ranma's legs had taken it for granted that once Hikaru started fucking her, their job was done. They had joined their fellows in groping Ranma, and had left her powerful legs unrestrained. Those legs now clamped shut against Hikaru like a vise, pinning him in place deep in Ranma, and making his ribs creak with strain. "Time to milk this cow for all the juice he has!" Ranma snickered as Hikaru cried out in surprise. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Hikaru squealed as a pair of thighs harder than steel clamped on his lower body like a crab pincer. This didn't stop him from climaxing, though; he was already too far gone when Ranma acted. His pulsing worm shot several spurts of jizm in the love tunnel of the redhead, uncaring of what was happening to the rest of the body. Somehow, as life was squeezed out of him, Gosunkugi felt... relief. He could still not believe his luck of being the first to claim that pussy, and was somehow expecting the other shoe to drop at any time. Now that it happened, he knew that everything was all right, and that the end of the world wasn't coming soon. That's partly why he kept a blissful smile on his face when he passed out. Okay, the fact that he was getting his rocks off in the warm twat of the girl may have been the biggest contribution, though. "What the fuck!" Hiroshi yelled. He jumped to pry Ranma's legs open, with Daisuke, Jeremy and several other boys' help. Hikaru slumped bonelessly to the floor, the silly grin not leaving his frozen features. "Oh my god, she killed Gosunkugi!" "The she-bastard!" "At least he died happy...." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma might have been concerned, if she hadn't been able to feel Hikaru's strong pulse against her inner thighs, and she didn't mean the pulsing of his dick. The boy was out for the count, but still very much alive. She fought as hard as she could against letting her legs be pried open, again taking pleasure in the struggle, but was just as glad when they pulled Gosunkugi free. His limp form on top of her was just a bit too much night of the living dead for her taste. She smirked up at Jeremy, whose legs were still framing her head. She had to look around his erect cock to see his face and she licked her lips out of reflex when she spotted the big drop of pearly pre-cum beading on the tip. "So, big boy, you sure you want to risk your pride and joy? Look what happened to dead boy. And I don't even have any teeth down there." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Daisuke, checking Hikaru's pulse, confirmed Ranma's guess and soothed the boys' panic. When they looked back at Ranma-chan, they still seemed a bit wary of the girl they intended to rape, though. Jeremy was sending a nasty glare in Ranma's direction. He wasn't the kind of guy to have any inclination about hitting girls, especially helpless one, but this little minx would seriously deserve some spanking. "She's joking!" Hiroshi said to the mulatto. "She could have bit me anytime, but instead she gave me the best blowjob of my life." ('Even Yuka isn't that good.' he added inwardly.) "She's a cock-sucking whore all right--" "Yeah, yeah, I guessed so." Jeremy interrupted. He may not be a martial artist, but he had pride, enough to swallow his apprehension and take Ranma up to her challenge. That was what she wanted, no doubt. "I know you want it in your cunt, slut... you'll never dare damaging it, I'm sure...." Firmly grabbing Ranma's chin, he forced her jaws to open, the thick, bulbous head of his big, dark cock prying her lips open. A strong, musky smell of male arousal assaulted Ranma's nostrils, and the salty taste of his pre-cum invaded her mouth. Kneeling down, facing her body, Jeremy lowered his hips to nail Ranma's head to the floor with his big boner. While her naughty mouth was getting stuffed, Ranma could distractedly hear the voice of the other guys. "We'd better use the broom handle, finally." "Won't it get into the way?" "Not if we do it right... okay, I want as many guys as possible holding her legs while we retie her bonds... spread her as open as possible, that'll teach her." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma liked sucking cocks. Maybe as a result of going hungry so often, but she loved the feel of warm throbbing meat in her mouth. The taste, the texture, the creamy filling. It was all good. What she didn't like were guys who took her for granted and made assumptions about her. How dare he call her a cock-sucking whore? She'd never charged in her life. Though Pop had suggested it... once. She opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind, which was really not that bright a thing to do, as at the same moment Jeremy had grabbed her chin. Aided by her already-open mouth, he shoved her jaw down even further and stuffed his big cock into her mouth, and almost all the way to the back of her throat. Ranma's jawbone popped slightly as it strained to accommodate Jeremy. In fact, it was forced so far open, there was no real chance she could work up the leverage to give Jeremy a hard bite. Though, truth to tell, it had been a bluff. No matter how much his pop might have aggravated him, or anyone else as far as that went, no matter how much she wanted to teach them a lesson and sink her teeth into their cocks, she simply could not do it. She was too much a guy, even when she was a girl, to not flinch at the idea of doing that. Same reason she could never kick a guy in the nads. As a result, Jeremy pretty much had free reign to fuck her face as hard and as deep as he wanted. And from the way the big bulbous head of his cock was pushing at the opening to her throat, he wanted very badly. The back of Ranma's head ground against the tile floor while her eyes, due to her head being forced backward, were staring at Jeremy's hairy thighs. Not really a pretty picture. Ranma was feeling a bit of concern. With the current angle of her head and neck, there was a very real risk that Jeremy might shove his big wang down her throat. If he did, she'd have a sore throat for days. She wiggled her body, trying to change the angle to keep him away from her tonsils. But, acting on Hiroshi's instructions, just about every boy in the locker room, with Hikaru still out for the count, had laid hands on her and was pulling her body flat against the ground. She struggled as hard as she could, especially when she felt her bonds being untied, but they forced her legs outward, spread-eagleing her on the floor. And all the while Jeremy kept sliding his cock in and out of her tight stretched lips, the black shaft glistening in the overhead lights from a combination of her saliva and his pre-cum. His musky taste flooding her taste buds and causing her spit glands to go into over drive. She frantically swallowed to keep from drowning in her own juices, and her tongue and the front of her throat massaged Jeremy's dick head. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Jeremy enjoyed the warm and wet massage Ranma's mouth was giving to his cock. He shifted position a little, holding her head still, to spear her throat more directly. He wasn't really trying to hurt her, but he wanted the whole of his organ to be stimulated, not just the tip. He had seen how she deep-throated Hiroshi's dick earlier, and just wanted the same treatment... even if his fat wand was even thicker. And that meant the redhead had to swallow it all the way, down to her trachea if needed. The other horndogs had done a good job with her legs. Ranma's body wasn't exactly forced to do the split, but close. Both forelegs were tied, parallel, to the pole of the broom handle. This kept her thighs nicely open, and her sex entirely accessible. The boys were pleased by their handiwork, and by the view, though some doubts subsisted. "Okay..." a muffled voice reached her ears. "She can't close her legs any more... but she can still move her hips... What if she pin someone under the handle?" "We gotta keep her legs blocked, I guess... and fuck any resistance out of her." Hiroshi's voice commented. Despite all the knowledge gleaned in ecchi magazines, they still lacked some experience in this kind of things, and it showed. "Okay, next two! One get her pussy, the other... hehe. If you can find some lubricant, that's good, though that's not a requirement... that'll teach her to crush Hikaru-kun." "And where d'ya think we could find lub?" "Some must have body oil or liniment or the like in your bags, right?" Those discussions were a bit far away from Ranma's viewpoint, though. One big wang splitting her jaws open, and a pair of hairy balls filling her vision currently occupied her world. The large, venous shaft pumped in and out of her oral cavity, the exposed length coming out glistening with drool, while the hidden part caused a bulge in her neck. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma would have had some choice comments to make about the way the boys were discussing her, but her vocal apparatus was otherwise occupied. If Jeremy's cock had been a bow, he would have been playing a tune on her vocal cords. Ranma groaned around the meaty plug in her mouth as she felt her head being forced backward out of simple necessity. It was the only way she could cope with the length of man-meat plundering her mouth and throat. Under her back, her hands clenched in frustration at not being able to participate, or not-participate. She had been reduced to a fuck-toy for the boys, with no control over what they might choose to do to her. Once again she was reminded of Sôun's words not so long ago. If she'd followed his advice, she could have controlled the situation, giving the boys what they wanted, while still remaining in power. By fighting back and insulting the hell out of them while going out of the way to tease them, she'd lost any chance to set the pace. Strangely, she found it sort of liberating, much to her surprise. She didn't have to do anything, just lie back and let them go to town, and enjoy the experience. Of course, Ranma's mind was a bit twisted. What was happening to her would traumatize a real girl for life. To Ranma it was just another strenuous training exercise, which really said all there was to say about Genma. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Although Jeremy was having lots of fun, he was careful to check that Ranma still breathed and he wasn't smothering her with his big meat. He wasn't one to really enjoy hurting a girl. But this little minx's mouth was feeling too great to let got any soon. Not as long as he wouldn't blow his load in her stomach. The thick, fleshy pole slid between Ranma's lips like a piston, pumping in her snug oral cavity relentlessly. Ranma's face was almost upside-down to allow a perfect aligning of her mouth with her neck, to make her throat a straight tunnel. The overwhelming skull-fucking would easily be enough to distract her completely of what the other guys were doing... at least until they got serious. The pole keeping her legs spread was a handy handle to lift her bottom a few inches from the floor. Ranma felt someone slipping underneath her, a warm body lying sideway and supporting her bottom. She wouldn't have minded much -- in fact it was lessening the strain of her weight on her bound arms, only her head and shoulders still touching the ground -- until the reason for this arrangement became evident. Something, not too big or thick, but certainly hard, pressed into her cleft and against the puckered hole of her anus. With a start, Ranma felt it force its way into her anal opening. Thanks the kami, the boy had coated his prick with some oily lubricant -- though it was probably more to not hurt himself than to spare her the pain. Otherwise, he wasn't very gentle, ramming his cock in her asshole without much consideration for her comfort. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma's body went rigid, her muscles and tendons standing out like a bodybuilder in full pose. In her current state of bondage, flexing her muscles was about all she could do. Her mouth clamped down hard on Jeremy, her throat working convulsively, her oral cavity doing a good imitation of a milking machine. As for the cock in her ass... Well, the boy was experiencing whole new meanings to the word "snug". Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Ooooh fuck... she got such a tight ass..." a muffled voice came from somewhere under Ranma. "You think she's tight now? Well, just wait I stuff her front..." said another boy, the leer audible in his tone. The pole tying Ranma's legs was pushed forward, bringing her spread knees on either side of her waist. The tempting opening this left wasn't long to be filled. A stiff prick rubbed against the glistening, gaping lips of her sex, before entering her without much more ceremony. Gosunkugi's dick hadn't loosened her much, so it was a very snug sheath that the gang-rapist found. With a cock in every hole, Ranma was experiencing her very first triple-penetration. Jeremy groaned, his respiration growing more and more frantic, as he thrust his throbbing manhood into her amazing mouth. Pre-cum oozed generously from the tip and splashed her taste buds, hinting of an imminent eruption. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma's early speculation was proving to have validity. Quantity did indeed make up for a lack of machismo. Not that she was thinking about that at the moment. With a cock plunging in and out of every -- reasonable -- opening in her body, she was nearly overwhelmed by the pure sensation. Jeremy's cock was plunging to the roots in her mouth, stretching her throat to make room. The boys standing around the scene, pumping their hands up and down their cocks, could see a bulge traveling up and down Ranma's narrow neck as the head of Jeremy's cock displaced flesh. The other two boys were nowhere near as well endowed, but more than made up for that by filling both her lower holes at the same time, making each seem bigger than he was. While technical her ass had a higher capacity than her cunt, she was not nearly as used to anal sex as she was to the more standard fornication, and what she had experienced had involved a reasonable amount of foreplay. Not like this case where the boy had pretty much forced himself into her tight rear passage with his only concern the desire to sink his meat into her flesh. Ranma was still feeling a dull ache from back there as the boy lurched back and forth, his fucking more jerky than smooth, the awkward position making it near impossible for the novice to maintain any sort of rhythm, which was likely one reason he hadn't already blown his wad. The boy fucking her cunt had an easier time of it, and his piston was starting to warm Ranma up nicely. Ranma was finding the whole experience... fun. It was certainly different from what she was used to, but far from the bondage lowering her pleasure by reducing her participation, it actually intensified it as she strained and pulled at her bonds. Her body was coated with a thin film of sweat and both her mouth and twat were drooling capaciously coating the respective cocks plundering those holes with lubrication that glistened in the overhead lights. Once again a mixture of pre-cum and spit was causing her to foam slightly at the mouth, this time the overflow running sideways, or down her tilted back head, to run just under her ears and drip on the floor. The overflow from her cunt was running down the crack of her ass and easing the boy fucking her ass, making it easier for him to slip in and out of her, and helping him find a steadier pace that was soon heating his balls to the exploding point. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Ranma couldn't get any more coherent words from her three... "partners". The boys were grunting, panting, gasping, moaning, and generally sounding like rutting animals. Which they were, anyway. Those grunts increased in pitch and rhythm as Jeremy, nameless rapist #1 and nameless rapist #2 came close to the edge, helped by the incredible muscle-work of the slutty redhead. Jeremy lengthily groaned and pushed his monster all the way into Ranma's mouth. It swelled a last time between her lips; Ranma could feel every vein in stark relief with the rest of the shaft under her tongue. From the round tip, a flood of hot spunk erupted in her throat and streamed directly into her stomach. The other two guys hadn't pounded her cunt and asshole for as long as Jeremy claimed her mouth, but they nonetheless came roughly at the same time. They were mere teenagers, and Ranma had worked them up pretty hard with her dance and her reluctance. Short recuperation could be expected of them, but not long performances. That's why the one in Ranma's pussy gave her two last, long strokes, before freezing on the spot, imbedded to the root in her twat, tensing with release. Spurts of creamy man juices shot in her vessel, splashing her cervix and mixing with Gosunkugi's earlier gift in her womb. The last one, skewering her snug rear passage, was not long to follow. Despite the minimal pumping here due to his position, the shaking of Ranma's bottom from his comrade pounding her cunt was bringing far enough friction. The thin layer of flesh between the two invading shafts wasn't screening the sensations much. It was like they were rubbing and bumping against each other inside Ranma-chan's hot innards. The ass-pirate let out a breathless whimper as his manly sausage started squirting juices in Ranma's bowels, adding to the lubrication of her anal hole for the future visitors. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma screamed in frustration around Jeremy's cock as she felt the boy in her pussy tense and then plunge. The pulsing of his cock left no question as to what had happened and -- 'Fuck it!!' She had been getting close. Her cunt milked the imbedded boy as best she could, but she was too distracted by the other boys to focus closely enough to bring herself to orgasm. Once again she regretted not listening more closely to Sôun when he'd talked about gangbangs. Thanks to her pop she'd learned that having an orgasm was just like any other physical activity; practice and concentration made them much easier to come by. She could orgasm a dozen times with any of her usual partners, but she had seriously neglected doing so while distractions were being inflicted on her. And her disappointment didn't end with the boy in her cunt. Jeremy's deep throat explosion had denied her the pleasure of tasting and savoring his sperm. Getting it shot directly into her belly sort of defeated the whole purpose in her mind. If she was going to suck cock, then she expected to get to savor the creamy filling. Jeremy might as well have stuck a plastic prick down her throat for all the good this did her. That wasn't really fair; plastic would not have tasted nearly as good as Jeremy's sweaty meat, and if she'd been denied a mouth full of jizm, she had certainly been treated to a good taste of his strong flavored pre- cum. And even now, as he slowly drew his cock back out her throat, her taste buds were being flooded by the remainder of his juices that coated the smooth cap of his dick. The boy in her ass was less of a disappointment. Her ass had started to accept his presence, but not to the point where she'd actually started to really enjoy his clumsy thrusting. So feeling him go limp in her rear was more a relief than a regret. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Jeremy's dark fuck-tool slipped out of Ranma's mouth, a trail of drool still linking her lips with the bulbous, dripping head. "Oh boy, she has a really hot mouth... what a sucker." The two boys in her lower holes had stopped moving, the top one slumping contentedly over Ranma's body. They obviously would have lazily stayed here if not for their horny comrades. "Hey, if you're finished, get the hell outta her! It's our turn!" The two spent boys where rather unceremoniously pulled away from Ranma, their limp noodles popping out of her front and rear openings, which messily leaked sperm on the floor. Two other, much impatient guys immediately worked on replacing them, at first goofing a bit to find the correct position without hindering each other. While his classmates were struggling to fill again Ranma's cunt and asshole, a very erect Daisuke stood over her. Smirking, he straddled her waist, kneeled around her chest and sat on her belly. His long, straight cock, jutting from his loins, landed in the valley of her big boobs. "And now, for some breast action..." the dark-haired boy announced. He grabbed firmly both her knockers in his groping hands. He mauled the supple mammary flesh a little bit, before pressing the melons together around his shaft, the visible tip pointing at her face. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma did not hurry to make a comment after Jeremy withdrew from her mouth. Not because she'd didn't have anything to say, but because she needed to work her jaw a bit to make sure it wasn't dislocated, as opposed to merely feeling like it was. That didn't stop her from subtly moving her ass in such a way as to make it as hard as possible for the two boys currently trying to thread the needle. She was careful not to be too obvious, the boys had already shown a willingness to restrain her body. She didn't want to lose any more motion than she already had. After confirming her jaw was still correctly attached in all the right places, she lifted her head slightly so she could stare at the one-eyed snake peaking out from between the valley of her breasts. She had to admit, privately to herself, that from this angle Daisuke's cock looked downright impressive. Her breasts, always sensitive -- and now doubly so from the mauling they had received, and were receiving --, swelled with her arousal, the fat nipples on the top engorging with blood. "Is that your cock?" Ranma asked in a derisive tone. "I thought someone had been a sloppy eater and dropped a ramen noodle." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Daisuke didn't lose his grin. "Yeah, yeah, you can say whatever you want... we'll see if you still find it so small when I'll fuck you with it. For now, you can suck on it or get a facial, whatever you choose." This said, Daisuke began slipping his rod in the space between her boobs. His hands were mashing the two mounds together, squeezing the mammary flesh roughly, his thumbs occasionally flickering over the nipples. The position wasn't that comfortable for Ranma, as it was pushing her down on her tied arms. The two other guys were getting impatient with her squirming, trying to align their needy pricks with her openings. "Hey, stop trying to push her down, I gotta get her under her for her ass!" "I don't care, let me get her pussy first!" "You bastard!" "Guys, if you fight, other are gonna take your place!" Hiroshi warned. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma's breasts were getting sensitive as hell, what with her initial arousal and now with Daisuke hand's mauling them. The visual turn on of seeing them mashed into a tunnel for Daisuke's cock to fuck added its little bit toward making her hot. She had to fight the temptation to force her head forward so she could lick the head every time it popped through. She also had to resist the urge to help, rather than hinder, the boy between her legs find the target. She reminded herself that the boys had set the rules; if they wanted some, they were going to have to take it. Panting slightly, she licked her lips and said in a husky voice. "Oh, yeah, spurt it all over my face. Then your gay friends can get off getting your juice all over themselves when they rub against me." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Daisuke smirked at Ranma's comment, not taking the bait. "Oh, I was sure you'd like that, little missy. And don't worry about the bukkake... you'll sure be covered in spunk once we've finished with you!" The boy renewed his efforts to bring himself of using the redhead's breasts. The tip of his turgid shaft peeked out rhythmically from between the mashed mounds, tantalizing Ranma's mouth like a one-eyed snake. Her two bottom molesters, after a few well-placed bops on the head from their accomplices, finally got their things straight... or rather, their straight cocks aligned with Ranma's holes. Another rigid prick began to work its way in Ranma's snug bottom, helped by the previous lubrication and ejaculate to slip in. It stayed a tight fit, but it was not long before some male meat was stuffed in the curvy, scrumptious buttocks-sandwich. This had for unintended consequence of making Ranma-chan relax her cunt, offering a tempting entrance to the delights of her womanly vessel. A new penis (slightly bigger than the former, Ranma noticed) parted the tempting folds, first with hesitating thrusts to ease the way in, before a long stroke buried it to the hilt. For the second time, Ranma-chan was overwhelmed by the feeling of double-penetration. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Try as she would, Ranma could not help but react to the feeling of two stiff cocks slipping into her bottom holes. Her well-toned body betrayed her. If it had been less fit, she might have still been loose from the previous fucking, but in the short time between the two double- fucks her holes had regained their tightness. Only the ample lubrication left in her ass kept this penetration from being as uncomfortable as the first time. Her muscles tensed and a low groan emerged from between her tightly pressed lips. Sweat beaded on her forehead and she let out a short sharp gasp as the second cock twisted as the boy on top lost his balance momentarily. Her eyes glazed slightly as she focused on the sensation of the two cocks slipping in and out of her slick tight tunnels. She was not going to miss coming this time. Daisuke's cock moved in and out of her field of vision and unconsciously she started to flex her belly muscles in time with it. Her breath started to come at a more rapid pace and her exhalations blew over the slick head of Daisuke's cock. Her little tongue slipped out between her lips and moistened them. Her lower body jerked back and forth, while Daisuke's weight held her upper torso firmly in place, his hands squeezing her tender boobs. Her tit flesh burned from the feeling of his cock slipping back and forth in her cleavage. "Ah, ah, ah...." she panted, feeling an orgasm coming. "Uhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, her cunt contracting around her ravager's cock as she willed herself over the brink. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Oh fuck... she's cumming!" the boy pounding her twat croaked. Ranma's pussy clamping around his shaft seemed to have a lot of effect on the teenager. Indeed, he gargled unintelligibly once or twice more, his prick imbedded all the way in the female furnace, before climaxing on his own. Ropey strands of sperm fired into Ranma's hot vessel for the third time in a few minutes. Ranma wasn't sure, but it might be the fastest she got a guy to cum in her womb. With maybe the exception of Ryôga... though the Lost Boy was compensating his pre-maturity with the stamina of a bull, staying hard as a log even after three of four cum-shots. This wasn't the case here, the spent boy deflating very soon. Thankfully, the one in her fanny stayed erect. "I knew you liked that, you cunt!" Daisuke triumphantly exclaimed. He was quite enjoying himself too. Crushing Ranma's boobs like she was a mere blow-up doll, he used the bountiful melons as a cock-sheath for a couple more thrusts, almost ramming the tip against her chin. Then he let out an unarticulated grunt, finished himself by hand and started firing gooey spunk over her cleavage and her face. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Daisuke's taunts went in one ear and out the other. Ranma was far too busy focusing on the other things going into her. Namely the cock in her stretched ass, and the one pulsing its load of jizm into her womb. As usual, the feel of a boy shooting his load into her belly got Ranma hot. To her mind it was a victory. One of Ranma's favorite things about being a girl was the fact that she could have as many orgasms as she could squeeze into the duration of her partner's stamina. With Ryôga, that was one hell of a lot. Compared to being a boy, where a few orgasm's left her exhausted and limp, orgasms as a girl just seemed to make her hotter and more eager for the next. In some part of her mind, Ranma had translated that into the fact that when it came to sex, girls, or at least her girl-side, were superior to boys. Every time a boy shot into her while she was still eager and willing to keep going was more proof of this fact. Of course, some male orgasms were not quite as satisfying. Ranma was staring down her nose at the engorged head of Daisuke's cock when she saw it swell and the hole in the tip expand as a streamer of white cum jetted out. She closed her eyes and felt the warm sticky gunk splatter across her face and eyelids. Some of it splashed onto her lips and even without licking the strong flavor of Daisuke's juice permeated her mouth and started her salivary glands working overtime. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Ranma's salivating wasn't about to get lost for everybody, though. As soon as Daisuke stood up from Ranma-chan, two of the yet-to-get-a-piece- of-her boys, probably getting impatient, kneeled on either side of her head and pushed their cocks in her face. They were trying to stuff her mouth, both at the same time, with engorged male meat. The one that just emptied his balls in her vessel finally managed to withdrew his milked shaft -- not that an easy task, considering how strong were Ranma's muscles when they clenched on his organ. The redhead's puffy twat started leaking messily from the surplus of sperm that was shot into her. The last one, in her anus, seemed quite content to stay where he was, occasionally giving a little thrust into Ranma's bottom to keep things interesting. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma found it fairly easy to use the two boys trying to face fuck her against each other. It didn't take much skill at all to make sure that one cock was always in the way of the other as they tried to push them into her mouth. That was a good thing, because the throbbing cock in her ass was a big distraction. He might not have been all that big, but where he was meant he didn't really have to be for her to feel stuffed. She could feel the blood pulsing through his organ, her ass clamped around him like some sort of erotic blood pressure gauge. With a little training, she could likely have given him a sound medical diagnosis. Even without it she could tell he was suffering from rapid pulse, not really surprising given the circumstances. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The two needy guys weren't going to take Ranma's teasing lying down... well, with the girl lying down yes, but not them. They both grabbed Ranma's face rather roughly to have her stop moving around. Then they pinched her cheeks and pried her jaws open to give themselves a wide opening where to fit their cocks. Two rods of turgid man-flesh quickly followed up. This time, they didn't bump each other but crossed against her palate, each of her cheeks bulging from the bulbous ends ramming the inside. Ranma rarely had such a mouthful. The guy in her ass seemed contend to stay here. But her pussy wasn't to be left alone for long. A new guy, better endowed than the precedents, took position over her crotch. His pride rubbed her glistening folds, from which a mixture of female juices and male spunk was leaking. The engorged prick tested the waters by stroking the snatch up and down with the rounded tip, but not entering yet. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma's jaws stretched, and once again made creaking noises inside her head as the two boys roughly forced their way inside. Her cheeks must have looked like she was storing nuts for the winter from the way they felt. With two cocks forcing their way in, there was no way she could even begin to form a tight seal around them and spit ran freely from her mouth and down her chin and cheeks. Her eyes were forced half shut by the stretching of her facial skin and she let out inarticulate protests at this double stuffing. But even that distraction was not enough to keep her groin from contracting with reaction when the new boy between her legs ran the smooth helmet of his dick over her hyper-sensitive folds, the hole in the tip snagging her clit for just a second and twanging it like a musical instrument. Her rear clenched around the boy still embedded in it and the muscles in her thighs stood out in clear definition as she strained against her bondage. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Gaaah... aaaah... urk... yes..." Those strangled noises were coming from the boy skewering Ranma's bottom. That mean the redhead could hardly tell where they were coming from, or wouldn't care. But she got another indication of what was happening. The prick imbedded in the tight folds of her anal tunnel reacted to the squeeze, and suddenly erupted like a geyser in her bowels. For the second time, she got a good lubricating shower in her ass. The two guys fucking her face managed to angle their cocks a bit so that the tip reached her throat, which meant more of the twin shafts could slip between her lips. They were limited in their movements, though, because their hips were bumping if they tried to get in front of Ranma's head. The mouth of the gangbanged girl was completely filled by a pair of dark cocks, which was quite a wanton sight. Apparently, the guys wanted to keep a souvenir of this, since she felt the flash of a camera going very close to her face. "Hey, Gosunkugi, you seem to be feeling better..." "Hu, hu." "Well, don't miss a shot then... she really look hot like that." Another voice came; Ranma couldn't know it, but it was the guy that had been toying with her pussy. "What about we vary the position a bit? I'd like to put her on her hands and knees!" "I don't know if it's a great idea..." answered Hiroshi's voice. "We'd had to modify the bondage for this...." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma was finding that bondage had its upside. She'd been afraid that being unable to participate fully would sour the experience of being fucked, but instead she found that straining against the ties that bound her, and writhing on top of one boy, his cock in her ass firmly pinning her in place, was in its own way just as exciting as her regular fuck sessions. She could have done without the two boys trying to face-fuck her, however. The two cocks were just uncomfortable, she couldn't really focus on one or the other and they were stretching her lips well past the point where she could savor the sensation. Still, there was her normal pride in exceeding limits, and she was certainly doing that as the heads of both dicks pumped the back of her mouth. Her groin contracted as she felt the boy in her ass squirt his load, and if she couldn't quite bring herself to climax, she could at least keep her motor running hot as hell while the boys decided what to do with her next. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block *Bop!* *Bop!* The two boys that were stuffing Ranma's face jerked slightly as they got bopped on top of the head. "Hey! What do you think you're doing, you morons? Are you trying to suffocate her?" came Daisuke's upset voice. Both mouth-rapists rubbed their head and turned around, miffed. "We were just trying to do something we've seen in a hentai manga...." "You twits! Like it would work! Now get off, we're going to move things a bit." The two boys reluctantly withdrew from Ranma's face. Then, several others grabbed her and lifted her. This, incidentally, freed her asshole from the flattening cock still inside. As she was turned around, Ranma noticed that the guy whom had been sodomizing her had fallen fast asleep on the spot. The molesters finished turning Ranma around; she was now facing the floor. Because her arms were tied behind her back, she couldn't support her upper body. So, she rested on her face, a cheek against the hard floor, flattened like her generous chest. Her knees, still spread by the rod, supported her lower body, exposing her upturned ass and dripping pussy to the boys' covetousness. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma-chan had started to get used to the position, despite the discomfort linked to it and the pain in her arms and spread legs. Pain was nothing to her, anyway; she'd endured far worse abuse at the hands of her Baka Oyaji. The clumsy efforts of the two boys to stuff her mouth hadn't been welcomed, so she was glad that Daisuke had them stop their antics. She had been primed and ready for the next guy to plug her twat, however, especially after he teased her outer womanhood with his dick. So, she had expected him to stop beating around the bush and finally stick, and the momentary stop was getting her quite frustrated. The sudden change of position had surprised her, too. Confused and horny, she ranted while turned around. "Hey! What the FUCK are you doing, you limp dicks!? Can't you make up your minds?!?" The mashing of her sticky breasts and face against the cold floor weren't making her happier, especially with how her hardened nipples poked and rubbed against the hard tiles. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Ranma's outburst just inspired snickering from the boys. "Why, you answered your question yourself by using the word 'fuck', girlie." Hiroshi teased. Ranma got the confirmation, indeed, as the guy that suggested the new position couldn't wait any longer. Firmly grasping Ranma's bottom, he speared her sex with one long, unique stroke of his erect manhood. He bottomed immediately in the well-lubricated twat of the redhead, filling her nicely with throbbing male meat. Other camera flash illuminated the scene, as Gosunkugi was photographing the taking of Ranma-chan, doggy-style. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma's eyes were veiled by strands of loose hair, pulled free from her usual tightly braided pigtail, but they clearly widened as the newest boy plunged into her body. A hiss escaped her quickly shut mouth and her belly clenched, lifting her upper body free of the floor for just a moment before gravity and a skewed center of gravity forced her sore breasts back against the cold tiles of the floor. Her hiss increased as her tender nipples made contact with the chill surface. Beads of sweat sprang out on her forehead as she closed her eyes and experienced the feeling of hard male meat slipping deep into her core, only to be withdrawn and slammed back as fast as its owner could manage. Ranma's body jolted, slipping ahead slightly. The boy fucking her adjusted without breaking the rhythm of his hard fucking, slipping forward on his knees as he scooted Ranma along the floor, her breasts dragging against the tile. Each hard inrush spanked his thighs against her ass and shoved her another inch or so ahead. His low hanging balls would swing forward and strike her sex, the hairy objects prickling her clit with each blow. The irritation caused Ranma to clench around him with each inner plunge, making it hard for him to draw out of her. Each time he did, her inner walls would cling to his shaft, drawing out slightly from her body before slipping free. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Hooo fuck... she's so good and tight..." hissed the one boy that was screwing Ranma. Each of his outward pull was bringing out a ring of pink flesh around his shaft, as if the redhead's sex refused to part with the impaling tool. Then, the blood-engorged rod pumped back into the marvelously snug pussy, filling her with male meat. The position allowed full penetration, slick male meat penetrating deep within the womanly fold. Mixed sperm and juices eased the friction, but it was nonetheless heating up both sets of sexual organs, the male as well as the female, bringing blissful sensations. "Well, don't take too long, there's still others to go...." another voice said. Lined up around Ranma-chan, several of the guys were beating their noodle while watching her rape. She couldn't tell if they were those who had already got a go at her body that were getting a second wind, or those who had yet to sample her charms and were getting impatient. Whatever the case, it sure looked like she was surrounded by turgid cocks on all side. "Too bad like this, it's not that easy to plug her ass..." "Hmmm... maybe we still can...." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma's current position left her view more than slightly restricted. About all she could see was the lower half of all the boys on her right side as her left cheek pressed against the tiles. Of course, in regards to her that was the important part at the moment as she watched five sets of hands pumping five swollen cocks. The sight had an added element of tactility caused by the cock that was currently pumping in and out of her well-used cunt. She found herself focusing on the large heads topping each dick as she felt the one in her belly stretching her tunnel as it forced its way in and out of her tightness. Her breath came out in short sharp gasps, partly from her increasing excitement, partly because her compressed diaphragm left deep breaths out of the question. She could feel another orgasm approaching and she began to clamp down on the boy inside her in time with his thrusts, doing all she could to bring herself off. She was distracted by the talk about fucking her in the ass, however. Not out of any fear of the activity, but because it would mean the boy pumping into her would have to stop doing so in order for them to move her around some more. "Don't you dare!" she panted out. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Don't we dare what, girlie? As if you would have any say in this...." Hiroshi said in a mocking voice. "Of course, that's your own fault." Daisuke explained. "If you hadn't be so stubborn, we wouldn't have been forced to tie you up. And if you had given us some pleasure back, like with your hands, then maybe we would have listened to your wishes. But as it was, we'll do as we please." While the two leading perverts were speaking, the one pounding her cunt wasn't relenting. He made his intent clear by saying "Nobody... move her around... before I make her cum... she's almost here... I feel it." Yes, he said "made HER cum". Which meant that not all those boys were inconsiderate. Or maybe he was just full of himself.... Ranma-chan, though, could say *she* was full of him. His venous, blood- engorged prick was pumping in and out of her drenched, well-lubricated vessel. The hardened rod of manly meat was stretching her tunnel and mashing her inner folds of flesh with each forward thrust, before leaving an emptiness sensation with the backward hip move. It was, thankfully, for a short duration, as the next stuffing was soon to come. The rhythmic, piston moves where shaking her body, rubbing her sensitive breasts against the cold floor, sending vibrations throughout her nude, sweaty, scrumptious frame. The boys surrounding were not missing a second of the hard-core show while wanking off. Well, with the exception of Gosunkugi, who was photographing Ranma's rape for posterity. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Annoyance raced through Ranma's mind at Hiroshi's words, but they did remind her that she was not supposed to be going along with these perverts. They had set the rules, and she was duty bound to fight them to the last drop of cum. Which she would do right after she got off. Ranma rippled her strong stomach muscles, massaging the boy's cock with her internal walls. Not for his benefit, but for her own. Her eyes clenched tight, her forehead furrowing as she focused all her will and concentration on that hot cylinder for flesh sliding in and out of her cunt, rubbing against her sensitive nerves. The stimulation coming from her breasts as they were jolted back and forth over the grout lines in the tile floor did not go to waste either. She gathered all the feelings her body was experiencing and molded it into a ball of passion in her gut that got bigger and bigger. And then it exploded. Ranma's mouth opened wide as she reared up in the air, her lower body convulsing around the dick in her twat. And then leaning sideways to the best of her ability, she clamped her teeth into the calf muscle of a boy who had moved in close to give her a facial from the cock he was stroking in his hand. That'd show them, she thought in satisfaction as she dissolved in the bliss of combining an orgasm with revenge. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Ohhh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssss... she's so fucking hot..." the boy shafting Ranma-chan groaned. He felt her burning twat squeeze his manhood like a boa constrictor around a prey. "Ayyyyyyyaaaaaiiii!! That hurt!" the boy that Ranma was biting wailed. He fell backward and rolled on his back, his hand letting go of his cock to massage his calf. The male organ prisoner of Ranma's spasming cunt couldn't pump out, but the boy connected to it didn't care. The intense squeeze had pushed him over the edge. His balls trembled, before releasing all they could in the manly hose. The clamping of the vaginal muscles prevented the ejaculation for a second, before the pressure overcome it. A torrent of sperm shot deep in Ranma's vessel, splashing her cervix and flooding her womb. Tight as she was, the spunk couldn't escape for now from her plugged sex, and Ranma could feel her belly slightly swelling from the load. "Hey... that wasn't nice at all!" Hiroshi commented of Ranma's lashing out with her teeth. "She deserves a correction for that!" another guy asserted. "Let's give her a good bottom-warming, she's in the right position!" "Yeah! I even have a ping-pong paddle in my bag!" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma's mind was in a bit of an orgasmic daze, but that comment snapped her out of it quickly. She lashed out with her teeth at several nearby boy, but they had all cautiously stepped back a few steps. All her motion did was cause her to stretch around the boy imbedded inside her and push her over into another mini-orgasm. "You wouldn't dare," she shouted, her voice trembling slightly from the pleasurable release in her cunt. Her struggles, and the increased limpness of the boy buried up inside her caused them to part ways, and with the seal broken, sperm gushed out of her spasming cunt, drenching her thighs with his and her juices. The sudden flood of fluid caused Ranma yet another small orgasm. The boys had finally fucked Ranma to the point where she was super sensitive and her body responded too quickly to any stimulation. Which might not have been a good thing, considering their intentions. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "You heard that, guys? Would we dare?" Hiroshi jokingly asked. Ranma could hardly see their faces, but nonetheless, she could *hear* them nod. The boy that spent himself in her cunny finally stepped backward with a satisfied grunt. Ranma's twat, now insufferably empty, leaked with their mixed cum. Ranma heard a slapping sound, of something hard probably hitting the palm of a hand. She couldn't swear it, but she could bet it was either Hiroshi or Daisuke who was "testing" the paddle. Then, she felt some light, short breezes over her buttocks, as if something was displacing the air like a fan. She could imagine her tormentor making playful swipes with the paddle to get it better in hand. "Now... you can still avoid this, girly..." Hiroshi said in a mocking tone, "... if you swear on your honor to be a good girl... to be nice to us and just do everything we say... then maybe you'll be spared the spanking. We may even untie you... what do you say?" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger The cold draft from the ping-pong paddle caused a shiver to run up Ranma's spine. Not out of fear of what it represented, however. For a much more mundane reason. It was cooling the liquid coating her ass and twat, and even sending a shiver up inside her slightly distended cunt. For that reason she flinched away from it, though it might have looked like she was quivering in fear of a possible spanking. If Hiroshi had not added that they "maybe" would untie her, she would have had no trouble whimpering like a baby and promising anything, and then kicking their asses once her legs and arms were free. But she was damned if she was going to let them think she was afraid of anything they could do to her if there was no potential advantage in it for her. "Go to hell!" she snarled. In an impressive display of flexibility she managed to curl her body enough to shift her center of gravity to the point where she could leverage herself up on her knees. She jerked her head to toss the strands of hair that were partially obscuring her face out of the way and glared at the circle of boys surrounding her. All of them except the boy who was directly behind her were sporting at least half-erect cocks, and his was only semi-flaccid as it dripped juices on the floor, remainders of his time inside her jizm-filled twat. Even the pale boy with the camera was sporting an erection as he clicked off a picture just as she turned toward her. Which sort of ruined her moment of defiance as the flash caused her pupils to shrink down to little dots. She blinked her eyes frantically, blind as a bat for the moment and unable to make out anything more than vague blurs where before had been a crowd of horny teen-age boys. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Tsk, tsk, tsk... such language in the mouth of a lady...." Hiroshi snickered. There was a soft whistle of air, and then something hard and flat slapped Ranma's left buttock. While the sound still echoed in the room, a second swat landed sharply on the other butt cheek, making the flesh of Ranma's backside ripple under the impact. Gosunkugi leaned down, fascinated by the redhead's beautiful face as she was receiving a spanking. Her eyes still blinded by his previous flash, the boy was just an indistinct blur for Ranma. Hikaru wanted to keep photographing her, but he had already made a lot of pictures in various angles, and it could start to get redundant. He wanted something that could add a little variety. The stray hair sticking to her sweat-soaked forehead gave him an idea. Entirely on a whim, Hikaru reached behind Ranma-chan's head and grabbed her pigtail. His trembling fingers fumbled a bit on the tightly bound end, but he managed to untie the knot. He pulled on the string and the braid went loose. The gorgeous red hair cascaded around Ranma's pretty face in a mane of crimson. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma snarled at the blurs in front of her eyes, choosing generic, over specific, menace. Her efforts proved futile as her sensitive ass received a sharp smack from the ping-pong paddle. Normally Ranma could have shrugged off such a blow, barely even noticing it, but at the moment every nerve in her body was in a state of high alert, and the smack *stung*! "Yow!" Ranma cried out, trying to pull her abused ass away from the next blow. That proved unwise as her precarious balance was destroyed and she started to lean forward. She braced herself for the sensation of falling tits first into the floor, tucking her head backward so her face would not impact. She was saved by the fingers fumbling in her hair, providing just enough support to keep her from finishing her fall. Her relief at not doing a tit plant prevented her from realizing what was happening till her hair suddenly cascaded loose around her face. Instincts kicked in, instilled by a terror of going prematurely bald. "No! Tie it back up!" she shouted out, even as her ass received another smack from the paddle. The blow garbled the middle of her sentence a bit, making "tie" and "up" the only clearly understood words, not that made a lot of sense given Ranma was already in a fairly confining bondage. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "What did you say, little girl?" Hiroshi asked while fondling Ranma's tingling ass. "I think I heard she liked to be tied up, and want it to stay that way..." Daisuke mused. "Ho no! Would this meant we are actually feeding that little pervert's fetish? That would be bad...." Hiroshi mocked. Hikaru, who was a little closer from Ranma's mouth, had better understood. But he was still puzzled by Ranma's vehement reaction. Blinking, he looked at the innocuous-looking string in his hand, then back at Ranma's flushed face, framed by her wild, wavy, ruby hair. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma could feel her hair, released from its extreme compaction billowing out around her neck and head, the silky strands caressing her hot flesh. But it was not erotic thoughts that filled her mind, but fear of what would happen if she couldn't get that Dragon Whisker back. She'd have to stay a girl, or risk going bald, after filling up the school with hair. "Give that back!" Ranma snarled, lunging toward Hikaru. Which was foolish. Her eyes widened as her precarious balance, barely preserved by Hikaru's hands in her hair failed her. She plummeted toward the floor, a gasp of pain escaping her as her large breasts acted as air bags, and protected her rib cage from the impact. A second later her head followed suit and whacked against the floor, leaving her dazed and confused, and with her ass wiggling high in the air. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The boys were really intrigued by Ranma's sudden agitation. She hadn't fought that hard when they were all gang-raping her. Now what could have elicited such a frantic reaction? "Hu... give what back?" Hiroshi asked, walking around the redhead to face Gosunkugi. The pale boy was just as puzzled, but he nonetheless waved the Dragon Whisker he just took from Ranma's hair. "Wha... you gotta be kiddin' me? She makes all this fuss just for a bit of string?" "Maybe it's important to her..." Daisuke advanced. "Some memorabilia from a first kiss or something like that... girls tend to like those silly things." "Ya think?" Hiroshi mused, looking dubious. "Well, we'll see about that...." Taking the intriguing string from Hikaru's hand, Hiroshi extended his arms to smack the paddle again against Ranma's buttock, as to get the dazed girl's attention. "Hey, girlie... what is this thing worth to you?" the browned-haired boy asked, waving his spoil of war in front of her face. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma's eyes went from dazed to focused on a split second, her muscles from slack to energized, but she'd learned her lesson and did not make any futile lunges. She also resisted the urge to scream at Hiroshi to give it back to her. "That, it ain't nothing much. Just a keepsake from a guy I met in China." Technically the truth, if not the whole truth. Her words might have worked better if her lack of a poker face had not given away the fact that the limp strand of whatever in Hiroshi's hand was very, very important to her. The wide eyes, the sweat on her brow, the way her words were said with the emphasizing on all the wrong parts, it all spoke of someone fearing the loss of something precious. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Oh yeah?" Hiroshi drawled, a frown on his face. Although Ranma's uneasiness could easily be attributed to her uncomfortable position, the brown-haired boy didn't miss the signs. This girl had barely shown that much uneasiness when they began to rape her. He smelled a rat, here. The other guys weren't as much interested by Ranma's trinket. Impatient to get some, they were rubbing their engorged pricks against Ranma's skin and running their hands over her plushier parts. Some even seemed to enjoy giving little nip at her flesh with their teeth. "Then... you don't care if I get rid of it, right?" Hiroshi pursued, hoping to call off Ranma-chan's bluff. "Anybody got a lighter, here?" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma face paled and she twisted her head around as best she could to see if anyone proffered said lighter. She gained confidence as one boy after another shrugged their shoulders or shook their head. At the same time she really and truly strained at her bondage for the first time, using all her strength. Up till that point she'd held back from exerting herself to the utmost, but no more. Unfortunately, while she managed to raise a strained thrumming sound from the towel holding her arms secure, she came nowhere near breaking it. She had no leverage, and as a girl her upper body strength sucked. All she succeeded in doing was turning her face red with strain, and proved to the boys that she was fearful of Hiroshi's threat. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The boys seemed to enjoy Ranma getting hot and sweaty, even though it was more due to her own efforts than theirs. Nonetheless, their fingers stroked her belly, her breasts, her spine, her thighs, her buttocks. What was rubbing her cleft wasn't a finger, she was pretty sure of it. Finally, Gosunkugi was the one to procure a lighter to Hiroshi. (He wasn't a smoker, but had the habit to light candles for weird rituals.) The brown-haired boy dangled the string in front of Ranma's face -- but out of reach -- and alighted a flame underneath. "So, we have an agreement here... there's no problem if I burn this?" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger "NO!!!!!!" Ranma cried out, all attempts at dissembling going out the window. Not that she was doing that good a job at it in the first place. She squirmed as hands, and other things, rubbed and propped her, but her wide eyes never wavered as she gazed in horror at the small flame just below her precious Dragon Whisker. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The brown-haired boy smirked, pulling the whisker away from the fire. The other guys, a bit surprised by the sudden outburst, stepped away from Ranma-chan. They looked at the scheming Hiroshi, wondering what he was up to. "So... it looks like you're pretty attached to this piece of string, finally." Hiroshi mocked, waving it sadistically before Ranma's face. "Well... maybe I can give it back... but only if you agree to be nicer to us." Hiroshi then threw the magical component back to Gosunkugi's hands. "There, Hikaru, hide this thing... somewhere she won't find." Kneeling again and leaning close to Ranma-chan's face, the pervert grinned. "Here's the deal. We could untie your hands and legs, letting you free... but only if you promise to be a good girl... a nice little fuck-toy, all deferring to your masters. No more biting, no more kicking, no more insult or badmouthing or any other show of violence or disrespect. You use your hands, your mouth, and every other hole solely to pleasure us, and nothing else. And then, we'll consider giving you back your little trinket. Otherwise... you can say goodbye to it." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma glared at Hiroshi, and then lowered her head, letting her loose hair spill over her face as she contemplated her options. She really didn't have any problem with spending the afternoon as a fuck toy. It might even be fun. But, to do it because they ordered her to, threatened her... that put a whole different slant on it. The thought of just giving in and doing what Hiroshi demanded wasn't really an option. She had no guarantee that he'd keep his word and give her back the Dragon Whisker. If she gave in to his orders, he'd know how important it was, and if he was anything like her Pop, he wouldn't just give up such a powerful hold over her. She'd be in his thrall. And she wouldn't be able turn back into a boy while he did so. Keeping her head lowered she let her eyes wander around the room, their motion hidden by her hair. Hikaru was pulling on his clothes, the Dragon Whisker held in a sweaty hand that was balled up in a fist. That was the weak point. Once he left the room, he'd have no idea what was going on inside. If she took out the other boys, she could wait for him to come back. She didn't think she'd have any trouble getting him to show her where he'd hidden it. There were problems with her plan. The boys had already proven that they could dog pile her and negate the advantage that her skill gave her. To make matters worse, her legs and arms would be numb and unresponsive after being so tightly bound for so long, but she didn't see where she had any choice in the matter. Ranma heaved a sigh, and said "OK, you win. I'll do whatever you want." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block From the corner of her eyes, Ranma-chan could see that Hikaru was indeed pulling at his clothes. But that wasn't, like she expected, to leave and hide her precious Dragon Whisker somewhere. The pale boy sure never intended to miss any of the show. He was simply getting some new film for his camera. Hiroshi frowned, glaring intently at the poker-face-impaired girl. "You're giving it a bit too easily, I'd say. Is that a promise? Or are you going to try and double-cross us?" Before Ranma could answer, Hikaru stepped back into view, timidly saying "I think I got an idea... to be sure she won't beat us up." "Oh yeah? What?" Daisuke asked. Hikaru simply held the string in plain view, opened his jaw... and put the Dragon Whisker inside his mouth. "Even if shesh try to getsh it back..." Hikaru pursued with a slightly altered diction, "... I'd have time to shwallow it." Hiroshi beamed. "Now that's a great idea. If she doesn't want to have to wait and get her trinket back in a shitty state... she better be a good girl." Turning back to the redhead, he grinned. "So, we have a deal? Either you swear to not try anything once we untie you... or your precious thingy will just add fibers to help with Hikaru's digestion." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger A low growl rumbled in Ranma's throat, and her hands clenched and unclenched behind her back. The look she gave Hikaru was dire, enough to make him back up a pace or two, and to cause his throat to work nervously. "Stop, stop, don't you dare swallow it!" Ranma cried out in sudden panic. She plastered her best cute girl look on her face and let her eyes widen to their full extent. "Please, don't eat my hair tie, Mr. Hikaru." she begged. Turning to Hiroshi, she gave a sigh and said. "OK, whatever you want, Mr. Hiroshi." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Hikaru nodded, slightly blushing, before getting back at his photo work. Hiroshi and Daisuke giggled lecherously. "All right! Let's get some real action!" They untied Ranma's lower appendages from the broom handle, letting her stiff legs free from the restraint. Then, the cloth tying her arms together followed. Before Ranma could massage her wrists to get back a correct blood flow in them, she was sat up by the gang and her face surrounded by erect cocks on all side. "Now, use your hands, girlie!" the guys ordered impatiently. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma could not keep a scowl off her face. She really hated being backed into a corner like this. Her inclination was to fight, but the risk of what might happen to the Dragon Whisker made it impossible for her to do it with any assurance. If these had been street punks, that might have opened up options. But they were Ranma's classmates, even if they were acting like perverted jerks, and that limited the degree of violence she was prepared to dish out. Having no other option, she reached out and took hold of the two nearest cocks. The feel of that warm pulsing flesh in her hands mellowed her mood a great deal. Once, Ranma had found touching another guy's cock disquieting. Not so much because of her other gender, though that had been part of it, but for the feeling of inadequacy it gave her. Ranma, like all guys, tended to measure and compare when in a bathhouse or other venue of public nudity. He had always measured up quite well, being in the upper part of the bell curve in regards to dick size. But the chief tool of comparison was how his own cock filled his hand. Which, given the size of his girl form's hands, made just about any guy she took hold of seem over-endowed, to say the least. She'd learned to adjust her perspective over time, however. Now, the exaggerated perspective given by her tiny hands was a turn on for her. The boys might have been no better than average, and maybe a bit less, but they filled her hands with lots left over. Indeed, her fingers could not quite reach all the way around the one, and both of them stuck out over the top of her clenched fist by a good margin, the swollen heads inches away from her face, and just above eye level. Ranma pumped her fists up and down, feeling the slack outer skin move over top of the hard inner core of muscle and her anger at the boys receded slightly as the feel and texture put her mind in a much more pleasant place. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The boys snickered at the sight of Ranma-chan meekly complying and stroking the offered dicks. Hiroshi and Daisuke, especially, were jubilating. This fitted much more with their favorite hentai manga scenes. Another camera flash went off in Ranma's face. The picture promised to be beautiful, with the redhead's flaming hair flowing around her pretty face, and her hands sliding around a pair of stiff poles. Hikaru didn't have the opportunity to double the shot, though, since the ass of a guy blocked his view. Standing in front of Ranma, a third boy took her face between his hands, and pushed a turgid organ between her lips, deeming her mouth a tad bit empty. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' T.H. Tiger Ranma blinked her eyes at the flash of the camera, and when she opened them, she found herself staring straight into some guy's crotch, and the meaty head of his cock. Her eyes crossed for just a second as he moved forward. A hand on the top of her head stopped her instinctive pull back and a moment later the fat head pressed against her lips, smearing them with pre-cum. Ranma put down the urge to fight back or to bite; there was too much at stake. So, she let her lips part slightly; not enough to make it look like she was eager to suck his cock, but enough that when he pressed forward he was able to force his way in. Her mouth was filled with his salty taste, her salivary glands going into full production as he took hold of her head and pumped himself into her face in an awkward disjointed pace, his frantic need to possess at least part of her body making him uncoordinated. Ranma nearly gagged as he shoved deep into her mouth, the head of his cock pressing into the top of her throat. For a second her slender neck just under her chin bulged. To her relief he pulled back out before she embarrassed herself and his subsequent shoves didn't go quite as deep. Still, they were more than enough to make her very aware of his masculinity as it filled her small mouth, straining her lips and raping her tonsils. She made little gargling noises as he plunged in and out. Her lips acted like wipers, cleaning the excess spit and pre-cum from his shaft as he moved it in and out. Drool ran down her chin and dripped onto her swaying, bouncing breasts. And all the time she was being face-fucked, Ranma's hands continued to pump up and down on the two warm meaty shafts in her grip. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The boys moaned and grunted around Ranma-chan. Those that she wasn't pleasuring were still beating their meats, but it wasn't the same as to having a cute redhead giving a handjob. The pair of cocks were throbbing and swelling under the girl's tiny hands, the supple outer layer of skin rolling over the blood-engorged tissue beneath. Both were making Ranma think of loaded weapons, ready to discharge on the slightest pull of the trigger. The one fucking her mouth was the most enthusiastic, slipping his hard cock in and out of that delicious oral cavity. Ranma could feel every little pulsing vein snaking under the skin. The musky scent of arousal and salty flavor of sperm flooded her senses. The turgid tip rubbed between her wet tongue and palate, bumping against her tonsils in its efforts to nest in her throat. Pre-cum drops were dropping from the pee hole and mixing with the abundant saliva that Ranma's glands were generously producing to ease the friction. She heard a boy asking: "Okay, whose turn it is to her pussy?" "Mine!" Hiroshi's voice firmly answered. "I've waited long enough already!" "You mean 'ours', I bet?" Daisuke flatly retorted. "There's enough of her to go around...." "Of course, of course. You'll take her ass?" "I prefer her cunt for a start... we can always switch later." "Alright. Hey, guys, move her a bit. You can still have her mouth once we've plucked her...." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma growled low in her throat, as the boys discussed dividing her up like a prime cut of meat. The only result was to give the boy fucking her face an added thrill as her upper throat vibrated around the head of his cock. At the same time, she couldn't help being a bit aroused. She'd already experienced a pair of double penetrations, but they'd been awkward, and the boys unskilled. Hiroshi and Daisuke were much more experienced; at least going by the comments they'd made to Ranma while she'd been a boy, and by the way they'd run this little gangbang. She was curious to see how they performed when they got the chance to really strut their stuff. She took a deep gasp of air as the maneuvering of her body caused the cock in her mouth to fall out. The engorged head swiped across her cheek, adding more material to the mess already decorating her face. Despite having her mouth free, she didn't say anything. Her agreement disallowed foul language and insults, and like the proverb said, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block As she was moved, Ranma realized that Hiroshi and Daisuke were sitting on the floor behind her, facing each other, their legs overlapping. Each of their erect masts pointed upward, awaiting for the impalement of their victim. The other boys lifted Ranma by her legs and made her straddle her two next "rapists". Her pert bottom hovered above the two menacing mushrooms, which seemed eager to claim her, pre-cum already oozing from the tips. Hiroshi and Daisuke relayed their buddies in guiding Ranma-chan down. Daisuke had clearly greased his prick in preparation from the sodomy. Nevertheless, he was a tad bigger than the previous boys that have visited her backdoor. Ranma could tell it immediately when the turgid glans pressed against her cleft. But gravity, as well as the boys, were unerringly pulling her down. Parting her delicate buttocks with both hands, Hiroshi nested the bulbous head of his penis in her puckered hole, where it slowly stretched the wrinkled ring of flesh by its progress. At the same time, Daisuke was having a lot less trouble finding his way in her pussy. As she estimated earlier, the boy was fairly well endowed. Not in her father or Ryôga's league, but close. That would be a lot of male meat in a tight hole. However, this one was naturally lubricated, and it offered little resistance to Daisuke's pride. The large, round tip slipped between the outer, then inner labia, with only a minimal help from Daisuke's fingers. Then, it was a straight road.... Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma's hands, still wrapped around a pair of cocks, were using them more as handholds than as objects of erotic intent. That became even more obvious when her lower holes were breached by Hiroshi and Daisuke. "Kami-sama!" Ranma groaned out, her hands tightening into vises around the two cocks. Only their own high arousal kept the two boys from being injured. Breath hissed from Ranma's throat as she was lowered. Her own weight forced her down on the impaling male spears. "Oh, geez...." she groaned again, biting her lower lip in reaction to the sensation of being stuff to capacity. While she had taken larger -- and stronger -- cocks, she had never taken two at the same time that were the equal of the two boys. Her tight tunnels were made even more so by the presence of so much meat in the adjacent opening. She felt like her ass was being split in two and every inch Hiroshi gained felt like half a foot to Ranma. She was ready to swear she could feel them pumping up against her internal organs. And what made it all the more strenuous was the absence of hard thighs under her legs. She was still hovering overtop of both boys legs, proof that there were more inches yet to come. Ranma tensed her legs, stopping her downward progress, trying to get her body to adjust to the intrusion of so much cock. "Huh, huh, huh!" she panted, her breasts heaving up and down with the force of her panting. "So big...." she moaned. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The two boys that Ranma was using as living handholds were starting to get very red. Their faces turned apoplectic as the redhead crushed their cocks in her iron grip. They grunted and gurgled from lack of air, the all-encompassing pain making their breathing difficult. Overwhelmed, they both gave up the fight and started to topple backward. That wouldn't have been so terrible for Ranma-chan if not for the fact that those two boys were also the ones holding her body, each by a knee and an arm on her back, above Hiroshi and Daisuke. As they went limp (not their organs, but the rest of them), Ranma's support was over. Gravity was about to slam her down on Hiroshi and Daisuke's upright swords, taking the rest of the length of their shaft way too fast for her liking. Ranma wasn't even given have the time to panic, however. A split-second before it was too late, a pair of strong hands caught her under the armpits, stopping her harmful descent. Both Hiroshi and Daisuke's big wang were still in her holes, stuffing her good, but she was spared a too violent ramming. "Boy... what a bunch of wimps... can't you be careful?" a grave voice said. Then, it became more playful while addressing Ranma-chan. "If you think those two runts are big, girlie, what are you gonna say when it will be my turn?". Ranma identified her savior as Jeremy... though it was probably more thanks to the big, dark-skinned penis laid on her shoulder than from recognizing the voice. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma took several deep breaths in order to accommodate the extra few inches of male meat she'd absorbed before Jeremy had stopped her downward motion. She sweatdropped as she took in the semi-flaccid, but still thick as her wrist, cock lying on her shoulder. She swallowed nervously. She was usually up for a challenge, but the stuffed feeling in her cunt and ass was showing that she might have bitten off a bit more than she could chew in this case. She wasn't sure if she was going to be able to handle dessert. "Uh, UH!" she suddenly grunted as the two boys under her grew impatient and one of them jerked his hips. Ranma's wasn't sure which one. The sensation was so overwhelming she couldn't pinpoint which fat point was moving inside her. Her breasts swayed at the motion, attracting attention and a pair of boys each helped themselves to a handful of her bountiful tits, which they proceeded to use like executive stress relievers. They tightened their fingers till the pale flesh oozed out between them and Ranma let out a groan from the strong sensation. Pain mixed with pleasure. She could feel the heat radiating from Jeremy's cock as it lay on her shoulder and part of her noted that if she just turned her head a little toward it, she'd very likely be able to mouth the fat head that was oozing pre-cum. Her mouth watered at the thought. Not all boys tasted good, not that Ranma had sampled all that many, but Jeremy's had been one of the tastier ones Ranma had tried. She licked her lips, and her eyes kept straying toward the slowly hardening shaft that was now rubbing against one of her cheeks. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Ranma couldn't see the face of the big boy since he was behind her, but she was certain he was smiling. Something in the way his cock twitched told her. The two other guys that were pawing her breasts had erections too, and wanted the pretty fuck-toy to notice them. So, they grabbed her hands and guided them to the new pair of penises eagerly waiting their touch. Daisuke and Hiroshi had been slightly frightened, too, when Ranma almost slammed down on their masts. They could be very hard, but it would surely have hurt to have the redhead ram too fast on them. So, they felt grateful toward Jeremy too. But now that the fright was past, they had more important concerns. Like double-stuffing Ranma-chan out of her brain. Daisuke's hand went to the girl's slender waist, and Hiroshi's to her curvy, scrumptious hips. They caressed the soft skin for a short while, but what they wanted was mainly a handle. Pulling her down and pushing their hips up at the same time, they slowly drove their rigid boners into her tight, quivering holes. Supple female flesh was parting around solid male meat. Her snug rectum and wet vagina were soon filled to the brink by a pair of venous shafts. Ranma could feel Hiroshi and Daisuke's respective pulses, so frantic was the pumping of blood in their engorged organs. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma was breathing with short sharp pants. Her eyes were closed and her face screwed up in strain. Her whole world was focused on her cunt and ass, and the way they were packed full of male meat. If she'd had a hand free, she would have been rubbing her tummy. She was sure that if she did she'd be able to feel the boys moving inside her. The idea filled her with excitement. Her favorite sex was the same as her favorite fights. The type that pushed her to the limit of her capability. Just as she had hoped the boys were making up in quantity what they lacked in toughness and stamina. A case in point was the fact that despite how full she felt, she was still aware of the fact that there were still a couple of inches of cock still outside her body. A fact that Hiroshi and Daisuke seemed determined to rectify as they dug there fingers into her flesh and dragged her downward, forcing their cocks into her till at last she had every inch they had to give. Ranma's stomach muscles twitched and tensed, massaging the boys' cocks even as the extreme strain wrung an orgasm out of Ranma. "Ahhhhhhh, gaahhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out, her hands pumping in a staggering motion as she twisted and twitched on top of Hiroshi and Daisuke. "Fuck me you bastards! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!!" she cried out at the top of her voice. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Every boy in the room grinned at Ranma's reaction. Hiroshi and Daisuke, in particular, were quite pleased. "We live to please...." snickered Hiroshi. True to his word, he granted Ranma's request, along with Daisuke, by firming his grip on her taut hips. Both boys pushed their hips upward to the best of their ability, while pinning Ranma-chan's supple, hot, sexy body. They weren't exactly synchronous, which meant that the stimulation of her ass and pussy wasn't getting predictable. At one time they pushing simultaneously, at another one was withdrawing while his pal was thrusting.... "Boy, I'm sorry I ever doubted you too... you were right, she's quite the little slut." Jeremy commented. He was clearly not expecting Ranma to hear him, she was way too busy screaming and cumming. Now that she was fully in the laps of Hiroshi and Daisuke, he let go of her arms and moved from behind her. Though he was probably planning something too. The two other guys grunted and panted from Ranma's handjob, their tense pricks pulsing with anticipation between her fingers. Their hands were still clumsily stroking her waving breasts, trying to follow the rhythm of her bouncing atop their buddies. The sight of the redhead's nude and glistening body shaking from the fierce spearing of her bottom was mesmerizing Hikaru's camera. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger As Akane had noted on many occasions, Ranma had no shame as a female. It went beyond a lack of modesty; Ranma would behave in a manner that she would never dream of doing while she was a "cool" guy. Case in point. The boys in the locker room had finally pushed her past the point where her resentment and pride were not high on her list of motivations. All Ranma was interested in now was pleasure, having as many body-shaking orgasms as it was possible to manage. "Goooooodd, so big, so much, fuck me, fuck me!!" she cried out. She was rocking her hips back and forth, like a kid on a spring-mounted toy horse, trying to synchronize Hiroshi and Daisuke's actions with her own body. She wasn't being completely successful, but her nerves had passed the point where she needed a specific regular sensation to get off. She was fully into the act now, and all she needed was the constant pumping that they were providing, and her own mental state. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, fuck, fuck, shit, god, oh fuck, pump you bastards!!" she cried out, her head thrown back so her hair waterfalled down her sweat- slicked back. Her hands pumped the cocks of the two boys on either side of her. The sensation of their warm pulsing meat in her hands only adding to her sensory load. "Ahhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeee!" Her voice was getting louder as her orgasms came faster and harder. The walls and doors of the shower room were thick and soundproofed to spare the rest of the school the sound of rowdy boys showering, but even they had their limits. Out in the hallway, passing students were turning to stare at the door, their faces puzzled. The sound coming form the other side of the door seemed a bit high-pitched for even teenage boys. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Hiroshi sweatdropped. And not just from the exertion of spearing the ass of the bouncing hottie in his lap. "Hu... she's really loud... could someone do something about that before she attract the whole school?" he worriedly asked. "I'm taking care of it..." Jeremy announced in his grave voice. Having circled around Ranma-chan and her many lovers, he faced her and planted his feet on either side of Daisuke. Then, his large bludgeon in hand, he guided into Ranma-chan's wide-open mouth, stuffing her yells with a sudden infusion of a fat sausage between her sweet lips. Hiroshi, quite satisfied, focused anew to the work at hand. His burning iron rod was squeezed hard within the snug passage of Ranma's bottom. Not a single inch of the shaft seemed to be spared the marvelous heat and pressure. Even with the lubricant he'd used, the slightest move was producing wondrous friction, bringing delightful sensations to his male organ. His fingers digging into the flesh of Ranma's hips, he drove her up and down around his impaling tool, basking in the carnal bliss of the sodomy. He couldn't help but think this red-hot sex-dynamo had the tightest ass he'd ever had the pleasure to pluck. Tighter than Yuka or Sayuri, or even than Akane. Daisuke, on the other end, had much less trouble thrusting his thick manhood in Ranma-chan's gushing twat. Her cunt was flooding, as she seemed to have orgasms by the dozen. This certainly encouraged the leering boy, who drove his penis in and out of the welcoming vagina at steady rhythm. Pulling and lifting her by the waist, while using his own hips for the rest of the movement, he was pumping much faster than Hiroshi, bringing a maddening unpredictability to Ranma's experience. The thoroughly fucked redhead couldn't predict if she was going to be emptied or filled, in both holes or one at a time. Daisuke's boner, when it hit bottom, was completely stuffing her vagina up to the cervix, making her Venus mons bulge from all the male meat within. Then it was sliding backward, leaving her needy love hole deserted for torturous fractions of second, before slamming back in, mercilessly parting her drenched, womanly folds. The frantic piston moves were stimulating her outer sex also, her rosy labia clinging around the shaft like a sucking mouth with every downward stroke. The vibrations were transmitted to her lewdly erect clitoris, the fullness of the double-penetration leaving no erogenous nerve unattended. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma was in mid-orgasmic yell, when her voice was suddenly silenced by having Jeremy's fat cock-head thrust into her mouth. Ironically, it actually fit easier this time than the last because Ranma was in full bellow. That didn't mean it wasn't a tight fit still, however. Ranma's lips were stretched into a large oval, and her jaw was forced wide enough that she could hear the joints creaking, the sound being transmitted through the bones in her head. Her eyes, which had been shut in ecstasy, flew wide open in surprise and she stared cross-eyed at the long length of shaft that was still outside her mouth. Her surprise wore off quickly; or rather, it was replaced by the sensation of having her ass and twat plundered by two slightly-above- average-sized cocks. The pumping motion under her was enough to force even more of Jeremy's cock into her mouth, but due to the angle of her head it was impossible for her to take as much of him as she had before, when he'd had pretty much a straight shot down her throat and into her belly. She gagged as the tip of his cock pushed into the top of her throat, sending vibrations through its head. She took a deep breath through her nose as the boys under her lowered her down and three inches of cock slipped out of her mouth, wet and slick with her spit. The heady smell of Jeremy's musk, ripe and pungent from their earlier encounter, filled her nose. She tried, out of instinctive reaction, to pull back her head and free herself from Jeremy's jawbreaker, but he took firm hold of her head and holding it in place started to face-fuck her vigorously. His position was providing him with a much greater freedom of motion than Hiroshi and Daisuke. Ranma's hands, which had been pumping up and down on the shafts of the boys fondling her tits lost their rhythm and her stroking became haphazard. In truth, her hands were pretty much on autopilot, only continuing what they were doing because Ranma's brain was too overloaded to give them any new instructions. Slowly, Ranma became used to the cock pistoning in and out of her mouth, though nothing short of major growth spurt could make taking it easy. Soon she was eagerly sucking on Jeremy while doing her best to add her own motion to the boys below her. Her thighs flexed as she bounced up and down on the two thick shafts spearing her stuffed body, rocking herself back and forth and enjoying the feeling of being full of hot throbbing male meat. Her ass was starting to loosen up slightly, the loads previously deposited inside her helping to supply the lubrication needed to keep her from being rubbed raw. As for her twat... that well- exercised vessel was sending a constant stream of overwhelming sensation to Ranma's brain. "Kami, sometimes it's good to be a girl." Ranma mumbled around Jeremy's dick. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Oh boy... she looks so hot..." grumbled one of the handjob-receiving guy. "You bet... oh baby!" added the second. Ranma may not be giving her full attention to those two, but they were enjoying the sight of the redhead getting triple-penetrated just as much as her touch. Testimony to their excitement, pre-cum was starting to spurt from their cocks, greasing Ranma's hands. "Yah got a great mouth, hottie...." Jeremy complimented in a strained voice. True, he was skull-fucking her rather forcefully, pulling and pushing her head forward and backward, somehow in rhythm with Hiroshi and Daisuke's moves. But in the way his strong hand stroked her cheeks, or the underlying fondness in his tone, you could tell he was as gentle as his raging male hormones allowed him. Case in point, he didn't try to push too hard the fat head of his tallywhacker past Ranma's throat after the few first tries, aware it could hurt her. He was still giving her a mouthful, filling her oral cavity with a big slab of male meat. The savor of his arousal was flooding her taste buds, just as her nose was overwhelmed by his musk. Hiroshi, groaning from peaking excitation, pushed his back up from the floor, half-sitting and driving his sausage deeper in Ranma's buttock sandwich. As to not fall back, he clung to Ranma's back by grasping her breasts in the front, dislodging the hands of his two classmates. The brown-haired boy then mauled and pinched the mounds relentlessly, using them as handhold. His deeply imbedded penis wasn't moving as much as before, but Hiroshi nonetheless still rocked his hips, shaking Ranma-chan's stuffed bottom as well as the rest of her body. Daisuke was fully lying on his back; he couldn't realistically straighten up like his friend without bumping into Jeremy, who was standing above him. But the shift in position brought Ranma's pelvis even closer to his, burying his manly sword all the way in her lovely sheath. He could feel Hiroshi's penis shifting, so close to him, making the girl's tightness all but amazing. He never renounced to the friction of a pumping, though, driving as much of his length as he could in and out of Ranma's womanhood with stubborn rocking of his hips. His gasps and moans and pants were getting unsteady and frantic as he was nearing the edge, unwilling to give up this moment of bliss until exhaustion would claim him. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma was surrounded, inside and out, by males, and male meat. Hands massaged and tweaked and pinched and fondled her body, as pulsing throbbing cocks speared in and out of her three holes. Her body burnt with arousal, and with the sheer proximity of all that hot male flesh. Her body was coated with sweat, where it was not covered in other fluids. Her skin glistened in the overhead lights as her muscles writhed and twisted just under the surface. All her senses were involved, taste, touch, smell, hearing and sight. Each feeding its own data into her brain, each adding its own erotic component to the experience. Ranma had never experienced a sexual encounter like this. All her previous partners, not counting Ryôga, would have been limp with exhaustion by this point, leaving her barely satisfied. Even Ryôga, who could fuck for hours, had never given her a session like this. He was restricted in regards as to how much of her he could stimulate. Her few double team sex sessions with Sôun and Genma had not matched her current level of stimulation. The boys who had fucked her ass and cunt earlier might not have gotten her off individually, but they had stoked the fire, building her sensitivity to the point she was not experiencing where every sexual nerve in her body was stimulated to the utmost. The fact that the boys were also stretching her various openings as they had never been done before only added to the thrill. Ranma gloried in pushing herself to her limits and beyond. Jeremy might have silenced her vocal yells, but he had not stopped them. They still occurred inside her mouth and throat as she screamed out her pleasure with the events, Her vibrating throat massaging Jeremy's cock. Her ass clenched tightly in a regular pulse as small orgasms fired off in rapid succession, every now and then merging together to give her a body shaking, bone crunching orgasm. When that happened her lower holes clenched so tightly that for a moment neither boys could move inside her. One of the boys she was stroking with her hands cried out and blew his load, and some instinct of Ranma's caused her to direct the flow of spunk from his cock toward her chest. Jizm splashed over her hot flesh, painting it with white globes of white cum. Some of it landed on Hiroshi's hands, but the bulk of it splashed into Ranma's cleavage and spilled down between her bouncing tits. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The second boy was quick to join the first in squirting his life-seed on Ranma's other side, splashing her face and shoulder as his prick erupted in her hand. Hiroshi and Daisuke couldn't move, true, but they sure weren't regretting it. Ranma-chan's vise-like openings were made even snugger by the ultimate swelling of their respective cocks. Instead of being squeezed smaller by Ranma's powerful vaginal and anal muscles, the meaty organs were in fact getting thicker and straighter -- mostly from the pressure of the cum that rushed through the urethral canals from the pumping balls. "Ooooohooohoo FUCK! She's SO tight!" Daisuke groaned. "Yah kIDdinG?! NoW THAt's tight...!" Hiroshi croaked, clutching very hard on Ranma's breasts while he felt like she was trying to cut off his pride with her sphincter. This didn't deter his happy one-eyed monk from bursting, though. Despite all the crushing hug of the surrounding female flesh, spurts after spurts of thick man-cream was shooting in her heated bowels. Daisuke was in the same boat, his turgid shaft solidly implanted all the way in Ranma's love tunnel, the bulbous head peeking past the cervix. There, it was firing off a generous load of jism, awash with vigorous spermatozoids that flooded the false-girl's womb like an army, meeting up with many of his classmates', that were already visiting. Jeremy was the only one of the boys not ejaculating right now despite the work of Ranma's mouth. He was keeping his precious cargo for later, intending to use it fully once his turn will come. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Hot sperm splashed over Ranma's heated skin, proof of her attractiveness to the boys. The swelling and pulsing of the cocks in her ass and twat added to the reinforcement of that attitude. As were the words moaned out by Hiroshi and Daisuke. She was a hot chick. There could be no doubt at all of that. Guys sprouted wood just watching her walk past. And they all wanted to do to her what these boys were doing. Only they hadn't had the guts to go for what they wanted. Maybe it was Stockholm syndrome, but Ranma experienced a growing affection for this group of perverts. If they hadn't been so determined to sample her luscious body, she'd never had known the joy of the gangbang. She's already had more orgasms than she could ever remember having before and the solid stick of man meat sliding in and out between her lips told her that it was far from over. As did the various erections she could spot out of the corner of her eyes. Ranma didn't bother looking upward to see what boy belonged to what cock. She didn't care. All the boys were to her at the moment was transportation for the thick jutting cocks she craved. The ones in her hands were going limp, sticky with their expended juices. She dropped them and reached out blindly, searching for another pair to take hold of, to get ready for the main event. She sucked with all her might on Jeremy's dick, savoring the rich taste of his pre-cum, but desiring the even richer flavor of his sperm. The fat head of his cock swelled in her mouth, filling it to the brim, but as hard as she tried she could not induce him to spend himself into her eager oral cavity. A small moan of frustration bubbled in her throat. The boys under her were going limp and the stimulation from them was being sorely missed. Her ass and cunt squeezed and flexed, milking every last drop of juice and sensation she could from them, but far too soon for her taste the one in her pussy slipped out, followed by a gush of juices. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Oh man... what a fuck..." Daisuke feebly moaned, lying bonelessly on the floor. "Yeah... she milked us real good..." Hiroshi mirrored. Both leading perverts had quite enjoyed taking the sexy redhead by every hole, even though their performance had been quicker than they expected. Though it wasn't out of lack of experience. Those two had often fucked with their girlfriends, Yuka and Sayuri, sometimes swapping, sometimes together... not to forget Akane. They weren't new to double-stuffing a hot chick. But the excitation of the wait, added to Ranma's INCREDIBLE cock-massage, had drained their usual stamina. Ranma was like a whirlwind, catching any cock at hand, and milking dry the poor boys with a few swift strokes. Since they were all quite excited, and had kept themselves worked up with their hands while watching the show, none lasted long. In no time, two more boys crumbled in an exhausted heap, useless for any other sexual task. Well, all except one. Despite Ranma's incredible blowjob, Jeremy stayed an immovable rock. Not that he didn't enjoy Ranma's mouthwork... but he had a bit more willpower than that. He didn't want to shot his load into her mouth and miss a go at her pussy. He waited long enough for that. Pushing Ranma's face away from his big log, he stepped back from the nympho aquatranssexual. Crossing his arms, he looked down at her. Any doubts he could have had that the little slut was anything but entirely willing were dispelled long ago. Still, he talked to her, as if to give the redhead a chance to back down. "Look like you've tired out the others. It is my turn now. Unless you are afraid of my boner, little girl? Do you think you can take it?" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma was completely caught up in events. All her initial resistance was long forgotten. All that mattered to her now was getting her itch scratched. She didn't even consider Jeremy's remark the challenge she usually would have taken it for. She just said "Shut the fuck up, and fuck me." She flexed her legs and lifted up off of Daisuke and Hiroshi, reaching her arms up toward Jeremy as she did so. His cock slid into the valley of her breasts, and she paused in that position for a moment and rubbed him with her tender tits. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Jeremy put his hand on Ranma-chan's head, tussling her freely-flowing ruby hair. He pushed his hips forward, grinding his erection in the deep breast-valley of the kneeling redhead. He was smirking from her impatient words. He sure intended to give her a good ride, and Ranma could tell that the erection between her mounds was hard and ready. Leaning down, Jeremy's hands traveled over her back and reached her round buttocks, cupping them firmly in the calloused palms. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma wiggled her ass, enjoying the feel of Jeremy's hands cupping it. The fact that his fingers easily spanned both cheeks seemed to offer some proof to the old legend that finger size was directly related to other parts of a guy's body. And Jeremy certainly sported a whopper of a cock. Ranma's breasts were pressed hard against Jeremy's body, and squashed outward, magnifying their already large size, but even so, the head of Jeremy's dick stuck well past the top of her tits. It was slick with her spit, and a pearly bead of pre-cum decorated the very tip. Despite her itchy cunt, Ranma remembered what Kasumi had once said: "Take time to smell the roses." Well, Jeremy's cock was no rose, but to Ranma's nose it smelled as sweet, and when she stuck out her dainty tongue and licked off the drop of cum, it tasted pretty good too. Ranma lifted her hands and pressed on the side of her tits, tightening the tunnel Jeremy's cock was resting in. She bobbed up and down, playing peek-a-boo with the top of his cock. There was a slow languid grace to her movements, almost feline. The urgency she'd been feeling had eased somewhat. She still wanted to fuck, but having had the edge taken off by the other boys she was prepared to take her time and enjoy this treat. She lowered her head and sucked in the tip of Jeremy's cock, and then let it pop back out as she lifted up slightly. "Mmmm, tasty." she purred, once again giving the tip a quick lick as it reemerged. "How about you dip it in my honey pot, big boy." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The "big boy" had shown impressive restraint till now, considering how long he waited for the other guys to finish up with Ranma. Sure, he got the first blowjob, but it was some time ago already, and now he was back to full readiness. Ranma could attest it; his thick boner was harder than a baseball bat. "Sure... though I'm not going to just 'dip' it... I'm going to do much more." Leaving other sweet nonsense to the girl, Jeremy firmed his grip on her curvy ass, and lifted Ranma-chan up with this handle. Bringing her face level with him, he captured her lips with his, and kissed her hotly. His tongue slipped in and began wiggling inside her sweet mouth. Like Hiroshi and Daisuke, the young man currently sexing up Ranma-chan wasn't a virgin. He may have some trouble finding a steady girlfriend, Japanese being a little uptight about half-Gaijin... but he got his share of one-night-stands with adventurous girls that wanted a taste of the big guy. Ranma-chan could tell, he wasn't handling her like a clueless dude. His fingers were stroking the cleft of her butt while his palms supported her weight. His large wang was rubbing between her thighs, the bulbous head touching her mons. He walked with his precious cargo toward a nearby bench. It was low, though if Ranma stood on it, she would probably be just at the right height for the incoming intercourse. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger It was strange, considering the things that Ranma had done with her female body, but kissing someone on the lips was still something she did not do casually. To her it was much more significant than letting some guy jam his cock up her ass. So she stiffened slightly when he moved in and planted a good one on her lips. For a moment her mouth was unresponsive, but her normal inhibitions were being compromised by her racing libido, not to mention the promise she made to cooperate. The feel of his chest pressed against her breasts, and his cock pressing between her legs warmed her up and she parted her lips so his tongue could invade her mouth. A second later she was tongue wrestling him with enthusiasm. Ironically, none of the boys watching realized that Ranma was giving herself more fully to Jeremy than she had to any of them. She moaned urgently into his mouth as his hands fondled her rear. She curled one leg around his thigh, and showing her flexibility lifted the other to circle his waist, trusting him to not let her fall. When he started walking, the motion rubbed her lower gash along his cock shaft, and she squirmed her hips to increase the action. She let out a soft sound of protest when he stopped moving and just stood there. She humped herself against him, trying to encourage him to start moving again. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Jeremy clearly got the message that Ranma was impatient, but he had his own plan, obviously. Lifting up the redhead a bit higher against him, he freed his turgid manhood from between their bodies. The blood-engorged organ snapped free horizontally, before rising again thanks to the raging erection. It slapped between Ranma's thighs, the shaft rubbing against her round ass. Having only two hands to support the girl's weight and guide her, it would be hard for him to spear through her needy snatch in this position. The boy was not an extraordinarily strong or limber martial artist. But he could improvise. Jeremy stepped closer to the bench, and Ranma-chan's naked back was plastered against the hard wall of the lockers room. She shivered; the wall was rather cold in comparison to her heated, flushed skin. At least its surface was smooth and not rough. By pressing his bulky frame against the petite girl, Jeremy was holding her in place against the wall. Her weight now better distributed, he could divert a hand to his member and her pussy, stroking the latter with the former. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma pressed herself against Jeremy, savoring the contrast between his warm body and the cold tiles pressing against her back and ass. She hunched her hips and slid the slick lips of her sex along Jeremy's cock, coating it liberally with her own juices. Ranma felt Jeremy's hand reaching under the leg she had wrapped around his waist and she laid her head on his shoulders, taking a good mouthful of firm muscle, but not biting down as she tingled in anticipation. She helped a bit by moving her body to apply pressure on their upper bodies so that when he pulled his hips backward she didn't slid downward. She had to loosen the leg she had curled around his body, but as soon as she felt the head of his cock parting her lower lips, she tensed her muscle and bit down on his shoulder as his thick maleness parted her folds and pressed up into her body. "Hmmmmmfffff...." her muffled voice cried out past her mouthful of muscle. She was too well-fucked by now for Jeremy to really give her that stretched-out feeling she loved, but it wasn't bad. Oh, no, not bad at all she thought as she moaned. Of course, Jeremy had only stuffed about four inches into her, there was a lot more to come, and no amount of fucking was going to make her snug tunnel any longer than it was. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Now that his thick, venous, purplish shaft had found her love hole, Jeremy no longer needed to guide himself. His manly organ was hard and erect enough to stay in place, especially given how snugly Ranma-chan's twat was squeezing it. He could feel her lower set of lips, puffy from the blood pumping into it, pulsing in resonance with his own engorged knot. Female secretions and male spunk were helping the penetration, though it was certainly a tight fit. His right hand went back to Ranma's left buttock, firmly cupping the tender flesh to secure his grip. Using this plump handhold, he lifted the spunky redhead a bit, rubbing her back against the cold tiles, and her front against his hot flesh. He could feel her mashed breasts against his torso, especially the small nubs of her nipple, which were hard as diamond. Jeremy didn't try to push more of his big log in Ranma's tiny body. He knew from experience that a girl had to get used to his girth before even dreaming to take it all. That's why he was only using the four already conquered inches to screw her. Slowly moving his mast in and out of the entrance of Ranma's pussy, he was tantalizing her with his fat cock. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma chewed lightly on Jeremy's muscular shoulder, her body rocking with the motion of his slow fucking. Pinned against the wall as she was, she could do little to help with the in and out, but she could do something about the side to side. She clenched her stomach and pelvic muscles, and her tight tunnel suddenly became even tighter. If she hadn't been so full of sperm from the other boys, she would have trapped Jeremy inside her cunt. As it was she gasped around the warm flesh in her mouth as she felt like her insides were being dragged out, and then pushed back in. He was so fucking big, Kami-sama it felt good. The leg curled around his waist tensed as she tried to drag him toward her, to get more of that glorious fuck rod up her tight snatch. Another inch of prick slipped into her belly, and she felt her inner walls being spread as the thick flange of his cock rubbed her G-spot. A good part of Ranma's weight was actually being supported by Jeremy's cock, forcing the top of his shaft hard against her erect clit, Which rode along the top of it each time he moved it in or out. She shuddered, her twat clenching in rolling waves as she experienced a deep down orgasm that seemed to start in the middle of her body and radiated out in every direction. Her teeth tightened, the small sharp weapons digging in to Jeremy's skin, not enough to draw blood, but he'd be wearing her mark for a least a week or two. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The burly boy grunted, his face tense and his teeth gritted. Though it was not from the pain of Ranma-chan's teeth on his shoulder. That was nothing, actually... compared to the tight snugness (or the snug tightness) of her cunt around his manly organ. When she climaxed, Jeremy felt like he had stuck his prick in a meat tenderizer. Not that he ever tried that literally, he wasn't stupid. Letting a long exhalation, the flustered boy tried to retake the upper hand with the petite but feisty redhead. He couldn't believe the strength that was hidden in this small body. Not only her nails were raking his back, or her legs crushing his hips, but her inners muscles were quite impressive too. Good thing his hardness was unyielding... his shaft was so erect and solid that it could withstand the pressure. Firming again his grip on her ass, Jeremy tried to make Ranma slip up and down on his mast. That was difficult, though, her flesh seemed fused with his boner, the inner folds of her sheath staying stuck and rippling around it than letting it escape. They were really joined at the hips. The boy began to feel a tiny hint of panic deep down, recalling some stories of lovers staying stuck mid-coitus in this embarrassing position. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma's finger's clawed at Jeremy's back, from trying to pull herself as close to him as possible, and slipping on his muscular, and sweat slick, back. Jeremy was very lucky that Ranma kept her fingernails clipped close, or she'd have torn his back to ribbons. As it was she was leaving long red welts all over his back. He was beginning to look like a sailor being lashed at the mast. His own mast, however, was in heaven, or as close as a teenage boy was likely to come on earth. Ranma's muscular and slick cunt was wrapped tightly around half of his cock by this point, her own tightness frustrating her desire to suck him all the way in. But she was too excited to relax and let her muscles loosen, so she continued to grind her hips against him in an effort to work his dick deeper. The taste of him, his sweat, and skin, filled her mouth and she released the grip her teeth had on his shoulders and began licking the bite mark and the side of his neck as she flung her head about in passion. "Kami, god, god, oh, oh, shit, damn, oh crap, damn, fuck me damn you," she cried out, before biting him on the shoulder again. Her large breasts were mashed flat against his chest and bulged out on either side of her petite body as he leaned in against her, using the pressure so created to hold her pinned in place as his hips rocked back and forth. Her own pelvis was alternately drawn forward, by the friction of his cock trying to pull out, and then slammed backward, crushing her ass against the wall as he shoved inward, trying to nail her to the wall. He gained very little on his outward pulls, but each inward stroke managed to drive him another fraction of an inch into her twat. Juices sprayed from her stuffed cunt, the remains left by the other boys, now expelled from her for want of lack of room. There was only room for one thing inside Ranma, and that was Jeremy's asoko, and it was still open to discovery as to whether there was room for that. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "OW! CUT IT OUT WITH THE TEETH!" Jeremy snarled. He wasn't a sissy- boy, but still, the assault of Ranma's enamel weapon on his shoulder was starting to hurt. A single tear formed in his eye. Grunting, he thrust his hips forward harder, pounding Ranma's little pussy like he would never have dared with any other girl. The redhead's incredible muscular strength, as wall as enthusiastic energy, and not to forget her utter wantonness, were crumbling his last reluctance. The young man had always tried to be a gentle and careful lover, but here he clearly got the message: there was no place for that. Never in his life would he have thought finding such a little sex-pistol as Ranma-chan. The rougher and harder she was fucked, the further she was excited. It seemed like she got off as much from the sex than from fighting with the horny guys. Well, she wouldn't be disappointed. Jeremy rocked his backside to and fro faster and faster, beating his pole in her gushing twat like a piston machine. Using the liberal amount of juices and lubrication the hot sex kitten was producing, he literally screwed her raw. His manhood was positively delighted by the amount of action it got today, sending blissful feelings to its owner. Throbbing with carnal abandon in Ranma's snug sheath, it ravaged the tender folds like a big, meaty ram. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma snarled in reaction to Jeremy's order to stop biting. A snarl of delight at having got to him, and at having egged him on to harder thrusts. She disengaged her teeth from his shoulder and lifted her head back and howled as another orgasm rocked her world. Her body was shaking like leaf, helpless as a rag doll in the face of Jeremy's passion, and she loved it. He had lost all restraint and she knew he was giving her all he had. He might not be in Ryôga's league when it came to rough fucking -- by now Ryôga would have put her right through the wall. But the warm-up she'd gotten from the other guys had got her running hot enough that Jeremy was more than good enough. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. She licked and nipped at his neck frantically as passion forced her to express her joy by going animalistic. Ranma was as close to channeling her cat persona as she could get without the stimulus of utter terror. She needed Jeremy's thick cock, needed it to plunge to the roots in her clutching cunt, to shove right into her womb, and convince her body that she'd been fucked as deep and as hard as possible to it would release her from the faux heat she was now in. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Jeremy's body was glistening with sweat. His breathing was raged, his animalistic grunts filling the room. The other guys, in awe, were watching silently at the frantic taking of Ranma-chan. The only other sounds, besides the slapping of meat against meat and the coos and cries of the girl, were the clicks of Hikaru's camera. He was clearly using lots of film today, but obviously didn't care. Jeremy could feel his legs getting tired from supporting their weights, his arms getting stiff from keeping her in place, his back and ass getting painful from sustaining the effort of the frantic pounding. Idly, he thought this was worse than the most harrowing rugby training. He was starting to fear he wouldn't be up to the task, that his stamina would betray him before the end. One part of him wouldn't accept this, though. His male pride, certainly. Including the one deeply imbedded in the girl's twat, turgid and purple, which plain refused to give up, and leave that warm, wet, snug, welcoming sheath. Not until it was milked out of the last droplet of life-giving seed at least. Keeping his blood-engorged shaft pumping in and out of Ranma-chan's delicious, sloshing pussy, Jeremy suddenly pulled her from the wall. Ranma's skin, made sticky by sweat, clung to the tiles momentarily. Then, it both cooled with renewed contact with the air, and warmed up again from the heat radiating from her body. Jeremy didn't stay upright with the redhead clinging to him for very long, though. He turned around and sat on the bench, Ranma on his lap. Gravity doing its work now that Ranma had not other handhold than the boy, Ranma was sliding further down along his mast. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Jeremy's legs were far too weak at this point to allow him to ease down on the bench. As soon as his body passed the point of balance, he settled with a thump, and a good two inches of his cock spiked up into Ranma's twat as if driven by a nail gun. Ranma's mouth opened in a silent wail as Jeremy punched through the opening of her cervix and she slowly slid down till her thighs were resting on his. She gasped in great gulps of air as she tried to adjust to the sudden shocking intrusion. It really should have been impossible for her to take all of Jeremy's log. She was far too small. Yet, her body, the creation of magic, had done it. Maybe if she'd been an observer Ranma could have contemplated how she'd pulled off such a sword swallowing act, but as the recipient all she could do was gulp air and emit a shrill little scream as air whistled through her clenched neck. Her muscles were all standing out in stark relief as she fought to keep from losing control. Kami-sama, she was so fucking full, Ranma swore to herself. She leaned forward so her breasts once again squashed against Jeremy's chest and she rested her forehead against his neck as her breath gusted against his sweaty body. Her hands were resting on his biceps, her fingers dug deep into his flesh, enough so that it was turning pale against the dark of the surrounding skin. Slowly, as her lower body adjusted to the feeling of being impaled on a spike, her fingers relaxed and she heaved a great gasp of air as the constriction in her chest eased. "Oh, Kami, shit fuck!" she panted. She lifted her head to look up into Jeremy's eyes and opened her mouth wide. "Take a peek, can you see the other end?" she joked. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Jeremy would have laughed to Ranma's joke in many other circumstances... no, really. It was just that right now, he was a bit... how to put it... distracted? The completely out-of-it, brain slipped in another dimension, kind of distracted. As mentioned before, the boy wasn't a virgin, and he knew what it felt like to have his truncheon inside the tight twat of a petite Japanese girl. Except none of his previous one-night-stand had ever, ever managed to take his whole mast inside their bodies. Hell, they rarely got more than half of it. So, that was an entirely new sensation that Ranma's classmate was experiencing. Having the entire length of his meat sheathed within warm and wet female flesh, constricting it in a way that could be painful if it plain didn't felt so good. Jeremy could feel the contraction of Ranma-chan's pussy lips around the base of his shaft, a spot that was rarely stimulated. Though it was nothing compared to the sensation assaulting the bulbous, comfortably nested in Ranma's womb. It throbbed in delight, giving warning from the incoming eruption. Letting out a strangled exhalation, Jeremy finally looked down at Ranma -- wondering, in the back of his mind, how she could still be alive -- and stuttered "I-I-I think-I'm... going to.... "CUM!" he exploded shortly after, hugging Ranma in a hot embrace, crashing his lips against hers and devouring her mouth while his lower head began to paint her innards. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger There was no possible way for Ranma to miss what was happening between her legs. Her cunt was so tightly wrapped around Jeremy's dick that she could have taken his pulse. When he swelled to even bigger dimensions and started to shoot his load, she felt a surge of pure pleasure jump through her body with the realization that she'd won again. The thrill of victory was all it took to shove her back up and over the hump for the Lord knows how many times. Ranma climaxed, her cunt clenching and fluttering around Jeremy's prick, wringing every drop of cream possible from his balls. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The boy grunted and gasped in an unarticulated manner as Ranma-chan was milking him for all he was worth. His meaty hands cupped her round fanny and squeezed the pliant flesh, keeping her impaled on his mast. Not that the girl seemed to have any desire of getting away from his big tool. Gritting his teeth, Jeremy willed himself to not whimper like a baby as the vixen's incredibly hot twat massaged and kneaded his manly shaft better than a dozen skilled hands. Never had he met any girl with such a control of her lower-body muscles. Nor one that could take him whole and not scream bloody murder. She was amazing! That was a fuck he'd never forget. His manhood was soon finishing to empty his load in her womb, but with the extra stimulation provided but her snug, warm, fleshy tunnel, it wasn't deflating immediately. The fluttering of Ranma's folds was keeping the meat in a delightful, prolonged state of erection. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma enjoyed the feel of Jeremy emptying himself into her cunt, and was pleasantly surprised when he didn't go limp and pull out of her right after. His thick shaft had her opening stretched so wide that her clit would have been forced out from under its hood even if she hadn't been so aroused. As it was the little bud was exposed and vulnerable to the friction from Jeremy's pubic hair. The stiff hairs poked at her clit like bristles on a brush. It was irritating in the extreme. Ranma's nerves were at their peek of sensitivity and the sensation was more than she could bear. She started to squirm on Jeremy's lap, trying to pull herself away from him. Jeremy's hands held her firmly in place, preventing her from backing off and her own squirming only made the itchy feeling stronger. She climaxed, giving a little cry as she did, but it was too much. Pleasure was actually starting to be painful. "Let me go!" she cried out. "Pull it out! It's too much!" She pushed at Jeremy's chest with her hands. The only result was that Jeremy's hands tightened on her butt in reflex. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Jeremy wasn't the kind of guy to keep going on when the girl was pleading him to stop. If his hands had clamped on her hips and he delayed to react, that was only because he was catching up his breath from the gut-wrenching orgasm she induced in him. Opening eyes and seeing Ranma's obvious distress, he reverted his grips and pulled her up. This elicited a breathless groan from him, as Ranma's stretched pussy slipped around his stubbornly erect rod. Their mixed juices helped the move, but Ranma's sheath was still snug and hugging, and it took him some extraneous effort to lift her weight. Grunting in a mix of frustration and relief, Jeremy managed to extirpate his hard rod from the grip of her snatch, un-impaling her with an audible "pop". Then, he sat her back on his lap, his thick log pushed down by her buttocks, and he hugged her, her hot, nude, sweaty body pressing against his manly frame. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma sighed with relief as her over-stimulated little clit got a break. She wrapped her arms around Jeremy as best she could as she felt his juices, and those of the other boys trickle out of her well-used cunt. This had been... fun. She'd never look at the class 1-F in quite the same way again. Apart they might be pathetic wimps, but together they had given her one of the best fucks in her short career as a slut. However, Ranma moved over so she could look around Jeremy's body, She found Daisuke with her eyes and asked. "So, can I have my hair tie back now?" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Hiroshi, busy leering at her, didn't respond immediately. Gosunkugi looked questioningly at him, before putting his camera away and stepping toward Ranma, putting a thumb and finger in his mouth to retrieve Ranma's treasure. Hiroshi did react then, stopping the pale guy with a hand on his shoulder. "No wait a minute, Gos... we gotta discuss this. Maybe we could keep it a bit longer to insure an encore...." Ranma sure wasn't pleased by that, but before she could voice her opinion, Jeremy grunted and sent a glare toward the brown-haired boy. Still holding Ranma-chan possessively against his body, he made a menacing gesture to Hiroshi. "You don't intend to get back on your word, are you, Chapatsu? I put up with some of your crap because this cutie was obviously enjoying herself, but if you try to go too far I'm going to begin knocking empty heads around...." he threatened. Hiroshi hesitated shortly, but reluctantly let go of Hikaru's shoulder. "Okay, okay, no need to get upset. I was just joking. Give her back her trinket, Gos." Gosunkugi nodded. He knelt behind Ranma-chan, pressing his nude body against her... she could feel his rejuvenated prick against her buttocks. Then, Hikaru whispered "Just one last time... please?" before leaning forward and kissing Ranma... letting her capture back the Dragon Whisker in her mouth if she wished. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Normally Ranma would not have looked twice at Gosunkugi, if she even saw him the first time. But she was feeling pretty mellow now that her jangled nerves had settled down, and it was sort of sweet the way he had asked. Not that she liked mushy stuff like that. She was a bit surprised when he kissed her, but after a moment she let her lips part and accepted his tongue, and the Dragon Whisker which was tangled around it. She slipped backward, letting his tongue slip from her mouth, and lightly closed her teeth on the strand, pulling it gently out of his mouth and drawing it into her own. Once she had the Dragon Whisker in a secure place, she considered. She could beat the guys to a pulp, they would be too tired to fight back, or she could have more sex. The chance of a sore pussy won out over the certainty of sore knuckles. She wiggled her butt against Gosunkugi's hard shaft. She knew he was no match for Jeremy in size, but just going by the feel he felt big pressing against her. She squeezed her ass, trapping him in the cleft of her butt as she rolled her hips. "Mmmmm, what are you waiting for, stud. Slip it in. I want to feel your meat in my ass." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The skinny boy beamed in happiness, and gratefully complied. Grinding his hips further against Ranma's butt, Hikaru eased a bit backward to take his straight rod in hand. Aiming at her rosebud, he pushed the rounded head against the tiny ring of flesh, trying to wiggle the tip inside. Jeremy's own sex was only half-erect now, the short bout of priapism having not lasted too long after it exited Ranma's hot pussy. The dark- skinned boy was nonetheless doing his part, still holding Ranma-chan in his lap. His strong hands on her hips were steadying her, in order to help the pale-skinned boy in his attempt to thread the needle. Around, a few of the boys still watched, but most were limps thanks to Ranma's thorough hand-(and cunt-, or even ass-)-jobs. Other simply called it a day, and walked toward the showers. "Boy, that was great... I'll not forget this gangbang." Hiroshi idly commented. "Yeah, but the P.E. teach' is going to grill us for missing the start of the class...." "Who care? That cute piece of tail was certainly worth it." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma sighed in happiness as Gosunkugi finally found his target. Her ass was still just a touch distended, and lord knew there was lots of lubrication, so once he planted the head against her rosebud, it flowered up easily enough. She heard him gasp in pleasure as he slid up into her bottom. His belly pushed against her rounded bottom as he sank into her to the roots. She leaned in against Jeremy, loving the feel of his warm flesh pressing against hers. It was comforting in a way to be sandwiched between the two boys. Gosunkugi was not that big, but her ass was tight enough that she got a nice sensation as he slipped in and out. She had no expectation of reaching an orgasm, but rather was savoring the after glow of all the ones she'd had to this point. In her mind what she was currently doing was the equivalent of cooling down slowly. She rocked gently back and forth, her breasts compressing and expanding against Jeremy's chest, her nipples pressing little dents in his firm muscles. She rested her head under his chin and simply relaxed. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Hikaru moved his hips to and fro at a steady rhythm that was the best his weak stamina could endure. He let out short pants and sighs of bliss all the time. His small but hard dick pumped in and out of Ranma's soft ass, bringing him the rarely-experience pleasure of sheathing his male meat in female flesh. Many other guys would have felt insulted that Ranma-chan found the sodomy more relaxing than arousing, but Gosunkugi wasn't that picky. That the gorgeous redhead would just let him plow her butt was already much above his usual luck. Except for Tendô Akane, who sometimes consented to "pity fucks" (and whom he loved with all his soul for that), it wasn't often he got to sample some tail. Jeremy softly caressed Ranma-chan's body as she rocked against his frame. His hands roamed over her shapely hips and back, stroking her cooling, sweaty skin. His sticky rod, lazily staying at half-mast, rubbed against her belly. His fingers finally settled on her mashed breasts, hands sliding between their body to cup and squeeze the pliant mammaries. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger "Hmmmmm, nice..." Ranma purred as Jeremy petted... or fondled, her breasts. She arched her back to let him have better access, grinding her pubic arch into his groin as she did so. Hikaru's fucking caused her to push against Jeremy in a steady rhythm. As for the cock that was slipping in and out of her well-lubricated ass, she flexed her butt, clenching down on Hikaru, not as hard as she could have by any means. By varying the tightness of her rear opening, she was able to control his motions, smoothing out his rather jerky style and helping him set a pace that was nicely building her toward an orgasm. It was sort of like training wheels for fucking. With any luck, Hikaru would learn from the experience, and show the next girl he was with a much better time. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Jeremy roamed his big hands over the purring Ranma for a while. Then, cupping her bosom, he moved a bit backward, breaking the contact between their bodies. Ranma had to support herself on her hand and knees. Before she could voice her disappointment, Jeremy presented his messy, half-erect cock just before his face. "Clean it." he simply demanded. Hikaru's breathing was getting raspy and uneven. It was clear he wouldn't last very long... though it was unclear if it would be before ejaculating or simply fainting. Still, gripping Ranma's curvy fanny by the hips, he eagerly tried to ram her tender bottom by frantically pumping his own lower body, plunging his rigid prick in her asshole. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Without having to think about it Ranma moved her bottom in time to Hikaru's thrusts, while keeping her upper torso perfectly still. She looked down at Jeremy's semi-erect cock, covered in their juices, and no doubt those of many other boys as well. She had to admit it looked tasty, and she did like nasty sex, but.... Ranma reached out and ran a finger down the backside of Jeremy's cock, until she reached the base and cupped his big ball sack in her small hand, the excess spilling out to either side. She gently closed her fingers till she had his balls trapped. Giving just a very light squeeze, she looked up at his face. "Say please." she suggested, giving another little squeeze of her fingers. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The big boy's smirk turned into a strained grimace. Sweatdropping, he carefully nodded... male pride was one thing... being protective of your family jewels was another, much more important thing. "Please, you... beautiful, sexy, bombshell of a babe... I humbly ask you to clean my dick...." he said in a strained voice. Hikaru happily panted and puffed in a comical way, though he was clearly enjoying himself. 'Hooo... what a tight butt...' he thought (he certainly lacked enough breathe to talk out loud anyway), '... tighter than Akane-sama....' Said tightness didn't stop him from plunging his painfully hard manhood deep within Ranma's bowels, grinding the length against the soft, warm walls of her fleshy rear hole. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma spared a moment for Hikaru, rolling her hips, and rippling her belly muscles to give him a nice massage. She then turned her attention back to Jeremy. "Bombshell? I sort of like that." She smiled, showing maybe a bit more teeth than was really necessary. "Seeing as how you asked so nice and all, I'll be happy to make you all nice and clean." Ranma gripped Jeremy's cock just below the head with her thumb and forefinger, which did not even come close to meeting. Pushing his juice-coated dick backward till her hand pressed against his belly, she lowered her head till her nose touched in just below her hand, and she could breath in his heady scent, mixed with her own. She stuck out her tongue to start licking his balls, and paused. "Ooops, almost forgot." she said. Lifting her head she let go of Jeremy's cock, and reached into her mouth. Pulling out the dragon's whisker she tied her hair back in a loose ponytail, not having the patience for her usual pigtail. "Wouldn't want to lose this. It was a present from my big brother." The Dragon Whisker taken care of, Ranma resumed her grip on Jeremy's cock and again lowered her head. Her small pink tongue slipped out of her mouth and licked across the base of Jeremy's dick, right where his balls attached. Licking him like an ice-cream cone, she used her hand and head movements to clean all the way around his cock and upward, leaving clean, if saliva coated, skin behind. She took her time, making sure to get every drop, and to make sure Jeremy got the full benefit. As well as savoring the thought of the main course yet to come. Soon Ranma had cleaned all of Jeremy's member up to where her hand held him. She lifted her head above her hand and delicately licked the very top of Jeremy's dick. She looked upward under her eyelids at his face as she drilled the tip of her small tongue into his piss slit. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Although the angle wasn't making it easy for Ranma-chan to see Jeremy's face, she sure could tell he was enjoying her blowjob from his blissful expression. "Huuuu... you're the best... cock-sucker... I've ever known... no contest...." he whispered, sighing in contentment. Behind her, Gosunkugi was panting and whizzing and drooling as he pumped his hips in a frantic piston move. He was obviously drawing on his last strengths to give the redhead a good ass-pounding. His throbbing organ, heated by the friction with Ranma's anal walls, was on the verge of the ultimate release. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Irony was not in Ranma's vocabulary, so she didn't stop to think that the words Jeremy was using would have earned him a kick in the sack not that long ago. Now they simply stroked her ego. If there was anything Ranma liked better than being the best at anything, she had kept it well hidden. She redoubled her attention to Jeremy's savory cock, which was growing harder and harder by the moment. And she didn't forget Gosunkugi either. She began to clench and unclench her pelvic muscles, while rippling her stomach muscles. A milking machine couldn't have done a better job of drawing out Hikaru's milk, and it wasn't long before he gasped, clenched his fingers hard on her flesh and sheathed himself to the root as his sperm pulsed out his balls. He might have had a puny dick, but the quantities of sperm he was jetting up Ranma's back passage would have done porn star proud. Ranma felt Gosunkugi pulse in her tight rear channel and the thrill of making another boy blow his nuts caused her to bob her head up and down rapidly. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction and the hand that had earlier squeezed Jeremy's balls now cupped them gently and rolled them between her fingers as she primed his pump. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block A panting, whizzing Gosunkugi slowly slumped behind Ranma-chan, momentarily holding to her only by his cock, until the softening prick slipped out of her greased buns. With the loss of this last hold, Hikaru bonelessly crumbled to the floor. "Hey... look you were too much for Hikaru-kun...." Jeremy commented in a slightly breathy voice. His hands to Ranma's back and neck and gently caressed her. "I don't know if you'll get much more from my dick... you already milked me pretty good... mhmmhhmm... is there something you haven't done today?" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma left off her greedy sucking, settling into a slow nursing of Jeremy's cock as she considered his question. Outside of a marathon session with Ryôga, she couldn't remember ever being this well fucked. And with Ryôga at least part of the feeling of having been well used came from the strained muscles any encounter with the monster boy was likely to bring. It wasn't that she wasn't up for more sex, but she had reached the point where she didn't actually crave it. She lifted her head, drawing out the process as she tightened her lips around Jeremy's cock, getting every last drop of juice from the slick shaft. Her mouth made a popping sound as Jeremy's cock pulled free of her mouth. She licked her lips while she adopted a contemplative look. Her gaze swung around the room. While all the boys looked eager enough, none of them were sporting a much in the way of wood. Even Jeremy was sagging slightly now that he was not benefiting from her direct oral attention. "Well, it's been nice and all, but I suppose I should be meeting with Big Brother Ranma soon. He'll be so glad I met so many new friends. I can't wait to till him all about you." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The mention of "Big Brother Ranma", this time, reached the brains of even this bunch of horny guys. Jeremy stared at her in bafflement; the most telling indication of this was that his erection was dying fast, as he'd just been splashed with frigid water. Hiroshi and Daisuke, who had taken a quick shower but were now back in the locker room, also heard, and froze in shock. "What... what... what do you mean by 'Big Brother Ranma'?" Hiroshi stuttered. "Yah... you're just using as a term of endearment, right? Even if you know Saotome Ranma... it's not like he really has a sister...." Daisuke tried to argue. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma blinked her big blue eyes at the boys in a guileless fashion. She looked like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "Oh, Big Brother and I are related. We're as close as you could get, and not be the same person." She cupped her hands under her face and a look of tooth rotting cuteness appeared on her face. "He's so strong, and brave and clever and wonderful." Ranma looked over at Daisuke and continued. "Once this man was mean to me, and Big Brother had a talk with him, and he was never mean to me again." A pensive looked crossed her face and she held a finger next to her cheek in a thoughtful pose. "'Course, I never saw him again... come to think of it. I don't think anyone ever saw him again. Except maybe brother's pet Panda." She turned bright eyes toward the boys. "Have you seen my brother's pet Panda? He's awfully cute. Sort of fat, though. I think big brother feed him things he shouldn't. "Anyway," she said, clapping her hands in excitement, "can I have some of the pictures to show Big Brother what a good time I had." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block All the boys that were listening to the redhead's tale were noticeably blanching. Well, except maybe for Gosunkugi... it was just hard to tell with him. Still, the pale boy looked definitely worried when Ranma-chan asked for photographs. "Huuuu... yesss... of course... though I'd have to develop them first... and it's not certain the pictures will be good... wrong light and all this." *STUMP* The bench where Ranma sat suddenly jerked. Just turning her head showed her why, though. It was because Jeremy fainted. A bit surprising from the big guy. "We're dead..." whispered Hiroshi, looking aghast. "Hiroshi... buddy... will you be my second, please?" Daisuke solemnly asked. "What? You're kidding? WHO is going to finish me off, then?" "Come on, if the tanto is sharp, that's enough... it's sure will be a lot less painful than what Ranma could do to us!" The reactions of the other boys were more or less of the same cloth... they either bemoaned on their fate or prayed whatever gods they could think of to be spared from a painful death. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger It was all Ranma could do to keep an innocent blank expression on her face. The reactions were everything she could have hoped for, and ample payback for the way they'd coerced her into sex. Not to mention the huge ego boost, as if she needed one, that their reactions gave her. It was good to be him, even if he was a her at the moment. "Oh, my, is something the matter?" Ranma asked, working to project puzzlement. She frowned, slightly. "Do you think Big Brother won't be happy I made friends? I know he gets jealous sometimes if I spend too much time with other boys. But you were so nice to me, well, except for the tying me up, and stealing my hair tie and making me fuck and suck you. But that's all done now. Isn't it?" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "That's it... I'm leaving the country...." mumbled Jeremy, still sprawled on his back. "I'm sure Dad's family would be happy to hide me somewhere in the US...." "Maybe if we enroll in the army, we'll be safe?" Daisuke attempted. "Make that the French Foreign Legion..." Hiroshi completed. "At least we'd be sure to end FAR away...." "Saotome would never look for me in a monastery, right?" Gosunkugi pondered out loud. "Long, boring day of spiritual research...." "Say... where was Ranma-kun, in fact? Shouldn't he be with us for P.E." another boy mentioned. They looked at each other, and paled even further. "Don't tell me... this meant he could show up at anytime, right?" This was the signal for a mad scramble, each guy trying to reach for his clothes at the same time. "Outta my way!" "Let me out!" "I don't wanna die!" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma made a big show of reacting with puzzlement. "What's the matter? Where are you going? Aren't we going to play anymore?" She jumped up and ran over to where Daisuke and Hiroshi were trying to pull on their clothes. "Don't go!" she pleaded, catching hold of both boys by their cocks. "Stay and meet big brother. I'm sure he'll be here soon." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block In any other situation, having a cute naked redhead grabbing their cocks and wanting them to say would send Hiroshi and Daisuke into bliss. Unfortunately, here they wanted to get out more than anything, and plain be elsewhere. Wailing and whimpering, they tried to escape Ranma-chan's iron grip, but to no avail. So, like the courageous boys they were, they naturally resorted to begging. "Please... we'll make it up to you... but don't talk to Ranma about this!" "Yeah... you enjoyed yourself... why are you punishing us?" "We'll give you anything you want!" "Yeah! We'll even let your brother seduce our girlfriends if he likes!" "Good idea! They're hot and kinky and they just love to give a lesbian show...." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma let her lip quiver. "You don't want to play? You don't like me anymore?" Years before Ranma had been very carefully coached on the power of the puppy dog eyes. He and Genma had staved off starvation on more than one occasion due to Ranma's ability to con food out of housewives. When he'd grown older, the situation had been less dire, and his masculine dignity would not allow him to use such a technique. But with the acquisition of his girl form old methods were quickly adapted. Now she stared at the boys, her eyes wet with unshed tears, her lower lip quivering. When the boy's mentioned their girlfriends, Ranma almost let the act slip, but she was pretty much fucked out, and while the idea of watching the girls get it on was intriguing it wasn't loins warming. On the other hand, it would be good pay back if she made them carry through with their offer. Hmmm, what to do? What to do? She put on a thoughtful look, and said. "Well, I don't know. I wouldn't want my brother to be stuck with a pair of un-cute girls. What do they look like?" her expression brightened. "Why don't you take me to see them right now." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Ranma noticed that, while she was focusing on Hiroshi and Daisuke, the other guys were bravely scrambling out the lockers room, leaving the two de-facto leaders of the previous gangbang to their fate. Yes, guys stick together in hardship... within certain limits. The perverted duo cursed their treasonous classmates. "Se-seeing Yuka and Sayuri?" Hiroshi squeaked. "But-but... they're in gym class now...." Daisuke stuttered. Of course, neither boy could know that their girlfriends hadn't made it farther than the shower rooms, thanks to an encounter of the hunky kind. "But we can have them date your brother later... no prob...." the brown- haired boy swore. "Yes... and we'll buy you plenty of dresses of jewelry or underwear or anything you want... to apologize to you...." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger Ranma screwed up her face as if she were thinking hard about what the two boys had offered her. "I won't set my big brother up with just any girls;" she finally said, "I'd have to check them out first to make sure they're nice enough for him." There was actual truth in what she was saying. Too often as a guy she'd found herself suddenly in a relationship with a girl, without ever having a real say in the matter. So far it had worked out not too bad with Akane and the other girls, but this was her chance to check out a pair of potential fuck buddies without bringing her guy side into it. "You ask them, and let me know." she said. She then put on her best cute look and asked. "Can I please have my pictures now?" Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block As Ranma asked for her photos, though, she realized that Hikaru had disappeared. Weird, she would have bet he wasn't among the guys that frantically exited. Hiroshi and Daisuke noticed it too; they jumped on the opportunity to get away. "Hu... it seems Hikaru-kun went away to get the pictures developed...." "Yeah, we better find him and remind him to not forget about you..." This said, the duo tried to inch toward the door. Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room T.H. Tiger "Thank you," Ranma gushed, her face wearing an expression of innocence that really didn't go all that well with her sperm-splattered body. "Please let me see them all, please. I wouldn't want any that made me look ugly to be around." She held a finger to her chin. "Maybe I should ask Big Brother to look at them? Do you think that would be a good idea? You could show them to him the next time you see him." Re: Flashback at Fûrinkan - Boys' Lockers Room St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Yeah... sure... we will do that...." Daisuke murmured, in a voice that couldn't exactly decide between sarcasm or prophecy of doom. "After we've written our last wills." Hiroshi added lifelessly. Considering the alternative, the Foreign Legion really sounded a good option by now. Only downside was that they'd had to learn French. They both walked out, dragging their feet like a pair of zombies. [TO BE CONTINUED IN MAIN THREAD'S END]