A warning. This is porn. If you are not interested in reading sexually
explicit material for it's own sake, then you should avoid this story. 
It is politically incorrect to say the very least, and contains nasty stuff.























What, are you still here? Well, I did warn you, so, on with our story.

T.H. Tiger
peterschell@sympatico.ca



Tender Tendo Tushies. 




Part four
     Perverting Tomboys

     Contrary to the belief of many, there is nothing accidental about
Jusenkyo curses. They are inflicted as punishments, rewards, or because
it is necessary for some reason for a person to have such a curse. 
     Gender curses are almost always out of destiny. And the destiny
they are meant to fulfill is usually the production of future generations.
Children that would not have otherwise been born can be created, and
can shift the future. 
     This is not something that is obvious from the start. Indeed, it is
common for most people to believe that a gender-cursed person will
never pass on his or her genes. This is because for the first year or two of
having the curse, the victim loses almost all sexual desire as the
conflicting hormones negate each other. But! Eventually, the cursed one
becomes balanced between their two natures, and when they do the
normal urges, of both forms, return, often far stronger than before the
curse.
     Cologne of the Amazon's was well aware of that. Which is why she
neither helped her great-granddaughter catch her reluctant husband, or
took her back to the village in disgrace. Other than testing him/her to
determine if Ranma was worthy, she was content to wait. Eventually she
knew Ranma's normal male urges would return, and when they did
Shampoo would at the very least gain new blood for the village. She
would likely gain more than that however. It was very unusual for a
gender-cursed person to be monogamous, even if they were married to
another gender switcher. The curse seemed to increase the natural sex
drive of both cursed forms. And it was a very unusual victim who didn't
father children on numerous women, and who didn't end up giving birth
to a few in her own right. 
     Any dismay Cologne might have felt at the thought of Prince Herb
of the Musk siring numerous little Musk was allayed by the humor she
experienced at the sure knowledge that the arrogant prince would almost
certainly be showing her companions Lime and Mint more than her
titties eventually. 

     Ranma Saotome knew none of this. All he knew was that ever since
the battle with Saffron, all the teenage urges he'd suffered under before
Jusenkyo had returned, with interest. That alone would have been bad
enough, given the number of aggressive women waiting to trip him up,
but his perverted female side was also having urges, urges that Ranma
was not in the least happy about. 
     Fortunately, he was male at the moment, and had only the one type
of urge to worry about. Standing outside Akane's bedroom door, Ranma
futilely tried to adjust himself so that the fact he was sporting a major
hard-on would not be glaringly obvious. It was a losing battle. There was
too much of him, and not enough of his pants. He settled for grabbing a
bunch of flowers off of a nearby table, and holding them in front of the
offending area. 
     Drawing a deep breath, Ranma scratched at Akane's door. "Akane?
You ok?" he asked.
     "Go away!" was the muffled reply.
     "Aw, Akane. I only want to help," Ranma said as he turned away
from the door with a feeling of relief on his face. Now to get somewhere
where I can take care of this problem, he thought to himself. 
     Akane's door flew open with a bang, and she stuck her flushed face
outside. "Help! You never want to help!" she said in a voice made husky
from crying. "You're as bad as daddy!"
     Ranma bridled at that. "Hey, I am not." While he had been talking,
he'd turned to face Akane, and had let the vase of flowers in his hand
shift. Realizing his mistake, he quickly moved it back to cover himself.
Fortunately, Akane hadn't seemed to notice. 
     "You are too just like daddy, and like Kasumi. You all think I'm
too weak to spar with, or to take my own punishment. You want to help,
you go and tell daddy that I was the one who broke the china, and I'm
the one who should have been whipped in front of everyone."
     Ranma's belly flip-flopped at the sudden image of a bare bottom
Akane's being thrashed like Kasumi had been. He swallowed nervously,
and said. "Aw, Akane, you don't really mean that."
     "See!" Akane yelled. "You don't think I can take it." 
     Sexual frustration was beginning to tell on Ranma. He needed
badly to get somewhere where he could relieve the pressure he was
currently under. It made his temper shorter than normal. Normally
arguing with Akane was a recreation for him, and anger was not part of
his side of it, but now he let his anger and frustration guide his words.
     "I know you can't take it! Not like Kasumi, she never cried or boo-
hooed. You'd be balling your eyes out and begging your Pop to stop
before he even got started."
     "I would not!"
     "Prove it!"
     "I will!"
     Both parties paused for a second, glaring at each other. "Well?"
Ranma demanded.
     "Well, what?" Akane replied.
     "I knew you were all talk," Ranma said in disgust. 
     "I am not!" 
     "So why don't you go and get your Pop to whip you?"
     Akane stood there with her hands clenched, and her face twisted up
in anger. "I can't," she finally said.
     "Hah, I knew it," Ranma said in dismissal.
     "It's not like that," Akane protested. "Daddy already punished
Kasumi. If I tell him I did it that would mean that he punished her for no
reason."  
     Ranma blanched. He'd lived in the Tendo household long enough
to make a fairly accurate guess as to what the result would be. Still, he
was not about to let Akane off on a technicality. "So you were just
spouting off, like usual. You knew you wouldn't have to make good on
it."
     "I was not. Go down to the dojo with me and spar for real, and I'll
show you." 
     "Uh uh, no way. It's a spanking we're talking about here, not
sparring. I still say you'd be begging for it to stop before it was
finished."
     "I would not!" Akane yelled with heat. 
     "Prove it!" 
     "How?"
     "Let me spank you!" Ranma blurted out. A look of horror filled his
face as he realized he'd let his inner wish out. He quickly blanked his
expression. 
     "You?" Akane stammered. Her face blushed furiously. 
     "See, backing out already," Ranma taunted
     "I am not."
     "So you'll let me spank you?"
     "Yes!"
     Ranma and Akane both froze. "Yes?" Ranma asked in disbelief.
     Akane was mortified, but was not about to back off. Besides, from
the look on Ranma's face, she didn't have anything to worry about. The
pervert would never really go through with it. If he couldn't hit her in
sparring practice, there was no way he could do this.
     Ranma's mind was on fire. A part of him was saying run away as
fast as you can, but pride, and long restrained teenage lust was yelling
too loud for the rational part of his mind to be heard.
     "Ok," Ranma said
     "Ok?" Akane said in shock, feeling her knees getting weak. 
     "Unless you're chicken?" Ranma asked.
     Akane did not normally suffer from the macho pride that would not
allow Ranma to back down from anyone who called him a coward, but
Ranma was not anyone, he was the main irritant and disturber in her life,
on all sorts of levels. She would not back down from him, not after
saying all the things she had said. 
     Her face took on a grim expression, and she turned and walked into
her room, her hands clenched beside her. Once inside, she turned and
looked at Ranma who was still standing in the hallway, with that stupid
vase of flowers in front of him. Who did the pervert think he was
fooling, she thought with some disdain, and though she would have
denied it, some curiosity at what he was hiding. "Well, are you coming?
Or, are you too chicken?"
     "I ain't afraid of anything," Ranma said with some heat, marching
into her room, and shutting the door behind himself.  
     
     For a few seconds the two teenagers stood staring at each other.
     "Well I guess we should get started," Akane finally said in a
nervous voice. 
     "Right, I do it till you say stop," Ranma said. His voice as nervous
as Akane's 
     "I'm not going to say stop!" Akane swore. "We do it till you stop."
     "Like that's going to happen," Ranma scoffed.
     The two resumed their silence, staring at each other. 
     "Well?" an annoyed Akane finally said. 
     "Well, what?" Ranma said.
     "Go and sit on the bed stupid. How can you take me over your lap
otherwise?"Akane replied, blushing slightly at the thought of being so
close to 'that'.
     Ranma flushed as well, for somewhat similar reasons. He walked
over and sat on the bed. Akane glared at him. "What?" he demanded.
     "The vase stupid," Akane said in exasperation. 
     "Oh, yea . . . " Ranma suddenly froze. If he moved the vase, then
he'd be exposed. But if he didn't move the vase . . .
     "Of for goodness sakes," Akane cried out. She yanked the vase of
flowers out of Ranma's hands and set it on her bedside table. Not giving
herself time to think about what she was doing, she flopped down over
Ranma's legs, resting her arms and head on the bed, and swinging her
legs up to do the same on the other side of him. Heat filled her groin as
she felt Ranma pressing against her thigh."
     Ranma swallowed as he felt the pressure of Akane's body settle
over his legs. He found he couldn't take his eyes away from her cloth
covered rear. He froze in place, not daring to move.
     "Would you get started!" Akane yelled as the tension got to be
more than she could bear. 
     "Oh, right," Ranma said in a startled voice. Without thinking he
reached out and flipped Akane's skirt up over her panty covered rear.
     "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Akane cried out in shock. She
rolled off of Ranma's lap, and came up in a fighting stance on the other
side of the room. 
     Disappointment rose up in Ranma, but also relief. Now he could
get out of here and relieve himself.  "Well, that's that, I won," he
declared, getting to his feet. 
     "What! How can you say that?" 
     "Well, you chickened out before I even got to swat you once. That
says loser to me."
     "I did not chicken out. You tried to look at my panties."
     "Oh please," Ranma said, rolling his eyes. "Your dad whipped
Kasumi on her bare ass, in front of everyone, and she didn't let out a
peep. Face it. I won."
     "No you didn't. It's not the same thing. Daddy is Kasumi's daddy,
it's not the same thing as letting some pervert touch me there."
     "Loser. Loser," Ranma chanted, moving toward the door. 
     Akane gritted her teeth, and said. "Fine, have it your way." She
lifted the hem of her skirt, and before Ranma could blink, she hooked
her thumbs in her panties and skinned them off. Ranma caught a brief
flash of black pubic hair, and then her skirt concealed her privates. 
     Ranma felt like he was going to explode. He had to get out of here.
He just knew that if let Akane get over his legs again, like that, he was
going to let her know just what a pervert he really was. "Too late," he
said in a hoarse voice. 
     "Ranma!" Akane said in a voice that promised grim repercussions
if he didn't give in. 
     "Look, Akane," Ranma said, almost dancing from foot to foot in
his distress and need.  "We've already proven that you can't take it. The
first time you feel my hand on your bare bottom, you're going to mallet
me, or at least scream pervert."
     "I will not!" Akane retorted. "I just wasn't ready last time."
     "So you're saying that no matter what, you won't cry or try to stop
me."
     "Yes!" 
     Ranma swallowed nervously, and then nodded his head. "Ok, let's
do this."
     A minute later, they had resumed their positions on the bed. Ranma
again swallowed a mouth full of spit. He wanted to do this.  God did he
want to do this. But on the other-hand, his balls already felt like they
were going to explode. Much as he wanted to draw this out, it would be a
whole lot better if he ended it quick. He spotted the means to do so
hanging over the head of Akane's bed.
     "Put your hands behind your back," Ranma ordered Akane.
     "What? Why?"
     "Are you giving up already?" asked Ranma.
     Akane said something un-ladylike under her breath, and put her
hands behind her back. A second later Ranma had secured them in place
with the belt of her Gi.
     "What are you doing?" Akane asked in shock. She tugged her arms
frantically, but was not able to pull free of Ranma's expert knots. Heat
suddenly churned in her belly as she experienced a sensation of
helplessness.
     "Looks like I win again," Ranma said. "You said you wouldn't try
to stop me, no matter what I did."
     "I did not!" Akane protested. "And even if I did. I didn't ask you to
stop. I just asked what you were doing. Daddy never tied Kasumi's
hands."
     "Yea, but Kasumi wasn't a macho tomboy. So you give up?"
     "No!" Akane said. 
     Ranma frowned. Damn, she was serious about this. Oh well. She'd
still beg off quick. As soon as I do this. Ranma flipped up Akane's skirt,
and exposed her bare bottom. Ranma's stomach lurched. Kasumi's ass
had been a work of art, but Akane's muscular one was perfection. The
sleek muscles writhed as Akane clenched and unclenched her bottom,
her body betraying the agitation she would not voice. 
     Ranma closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Having stilled his
heart down to a mere 150 beats a minute.  He raised hand. For a second
he held the cupped extremity high, and then he brought it down with a
slight smacking sound as it hit Akane's firm bottom. Akane twitched,
but made no sound. Ranma swallowed, and repeated the blow. His hand
tingled from the contact, and even after he moved it away he could still
feel the smooth texture of Akane's ass. 

     Akane was breathing heavily, her body alive with sensations and
her mind a stew of conflicting feelings. She was feeling intense
humiliation from her position, but she was also feeling a great deal of
excitement. Ranma's rather puny blows had not hurt her, but they had
set her flesh to tingling. Each blow seemed to linger, the sensation of
Ranma's hand staying with her, even after it was lifted away. She felt
Ranma's muscles tense as he tensed his arm again, and winced as his
hand descended with a loud splat against her ass. Her eyes widened. That
blow had stung. Almost she cried out, but instead clenched her jaw.
Akane was not about to give Ranma satisfaction by reacting to it. 
     Ranma's body shifted under her again, and a flush heated her face
as she felt the pressure of his manhood against her thigh shift with his
movements. With a loud splat, Ranma's hand flattened her left cheek,
and this time it hurt.

     Ranma's frustration and excitement were affecting him strongly.
One part of him quailed at hurting Akane, but another part of him
wanted to make her admit she couldn't take it. And then of course, there
was the part of him that was simply enjoying the hell out of swatting
Akane's smooth firm ass. He brought his hand down hard, making
Akane's right cheek flatten from the force, and when he drew his hand
away, there was a livid hand-print decorating her flesh. It was one of the
most exciting things Ranma could remember seeing. 
     A motion out of the corner of his eye caused Ranma to glance
across the room, right into the disbelieving brown orbs of P-chan. Even
as Ranma spotted him, the small, cursed pig's eyes narrow in rage, and
he bunched his muscles in preparation of attacking. There was a meaty
thud as the flower vase from Akane's bedside table flashed across the
room, and clunked him on the head. 
     "Huh, what?" Akane said in a dazed voice. 
     "Nothing. The vase just fell off the table," Ranma said in a husky
voice. You ready to quit yet?" 
     "No way!" Akane said with passion. "You'll quit before I will."
     "That's what I'm afraid of," Ranma muttered under his breath as he
lifted his hand. There was a meaty slap, and another red outline of
Ranma's hand joined the first, this time decorating left cheek. The two
were soon joined by others, until they all blended together in a common
red blotch. 
     Tears ran out from under Akane's tightly closed eyes, down her
cheek and into the bedcovers her head rested on. But she didn't utter a
peep of protest. Akane was finding the pain to be a good catharsis. She
felt that she was in a small way making up for what had happened to
Kasumi. She deserved this, not that she'd ever admit that to Ranma. So
as Ranma's hand continued to rise and fall, she welcomed the sting, each
blow wiping away a little more of her guilt.

     Ranma was not having as easy a time of it as Akane. There was no
release in this for him, quite the contrary. His balls were aching with
genuine pain, and he was growing afraid that the stupid tomboy would
never call it quit. His experienced eye knew that he was on the verge of
causing serious damage to Akane. Up till now all he had caused was a
redness that would fade in a few hours. If he kept up, she'd be bruised,
and those wouldn't go away for days. He quailed at the trouble that
would cause. On the other hand, he couldn't bring himself to give up.
After a moment of thought, Ranma moved the area he was punishing, so
that his blows fell not just on Akane's high arched bottom, but also on
her upper thighs. But eventually the red blotch spread to take in all of
that area as well. And still Akane wasn't saying stop, even though he
could feel the sobs that  were racking her body. 
     Ranma's pride refused to let him just give in. But on the other hand
there was no way he would  seriously hurt Akane. He needed to end this
so he could win. His lust clouded mind offered up a good suggestion as
to how to do this. After all, the deal was that Akane couldn't complain
about anything without losing. 
     His time spent training under his father had taught Ranma to slice
words with the best of them. 

     Akane's face was resting on tear soaked sheets, her body aching
with  pain from the spanking Ranma was giving her, but she was not
about to cry quits. Her pride, and guilt, made her determined to take all
Ranma could dish out. That determination was tested the next time
Ranma's hand landed, and did not lift off. Akane's head came up in
shock as Ranma slowly kneaded her ass, first one cheek, and then the
other. Her mouth opened to protest, and to curse, and then snapped shot.
No, she would not let him win so easy. 

     Ranma frowned as Akane kept quite. He'd hoped it was over when
her head had jerked up, but she'd kept silent. Well, let's see if this makes
her yell, Ranma thought, and slipped his hand backward so his fingers
slipped deep into her ass cleavage, and tickled her just above the little
rosebud of her ass. 
     Akane bucked on his legs, and every muscle in her body went rigid.
Ranma smirked, but his expression became annoyed when Akane again
refused to utter an objection. What was it going to take to make her give
in? 
     Akane trembled in anticipation. Would he dare go further? And the
bigger question, did she want him too? Having to endure Ranma's
caresses had gotten Akane past her normal instinctive reaction to any
sort of physical contact with Ranma. She had suddenly realized that this
could be it. This could be the moment when the coward finally revealed
his real perverted self. A bit of her yelled out. About time!! 
     Akane gasped as Ranma's hand slipped a bit further down the
curve of her bottom, and she felt his fingers touching her asshole
directly. She squirmed in embarrassment and humiliation, but would not
object. Not and let him win. Not and have him stop. Not when he was so
close. Then it happened. Ranma's hand slid that last little bit, and Akane
nearly exploded as his fingers brushed over her sex. She almost opened
her legs to give him full access, but then a wave of shame filled her as
she suddenly realized that Ranma was about to discover she was the real
pervert here. She clenched her legs suddenly tight, trapping his hand, but
it was too late.
     She's wet! Ranma realized in shock. From personal experience over
the last month or so, Ranma was fully aware of the condition of an
aroused female, and boy, was Akane aroused.  He felt ill done by. How
dare she call 'him' a pervert. When she was the one who was getting
horny from being beaten. He ignored the fact that he was near on
bursting from doing the beating. 
     Akane's clenched legs kept him from moving his hand, but that
was easily remedied. He still had one hand free, and he pinched her inner
thighs painfully, causing her legs to spring open as she tried to escape
the sudden smarting contact. 
     "Gottcha," Ranma crowed in victory, and Akane's head came up,
her eyes bulging as Ranma rammed a finger into her soaking wet pussy.
A long drawn out keening came from the back of her throat, and Ranma
felt her inner flesh writhing around his invading finger. He gave the digit
a wiggle, and nearly laughed out loud as Akane bucked like a gaffed
fish. This was fun.
     Akane's face was burning with shame and outrage. How dare he,
ooooohhhh, do, ahhhh, this. Eeeeeee, to me, she thought. It took all her
stubborn will to keep from pulling away from the finger that was
twisting and turning in her pussy. But she would not give in. She
clenched her fingers into fists, and dug her fingernails into the palms of
her bound hands. She wouldn't ask him to stop, she vowed. She
wouldn't let him win. Of course, as per her usual modus, Akane was
lying to herself. She's already had one orgasm, and there was no way she
was going to let this stop now. She no longer gave a flying fuck for the
challenge.  For a very long time she'd wanted to do 'something' with
Ranma, but pride and circumstances had always got in the way. Now
'something' was happening, and all she had to do was keep resisting. It
was perfect. 
     Frustration filled Ranma, who hadn't yet gotten past the, 'this is a
battle' stage. As fun as what he was doing was, it was not getting him
any closer to winning. Akane was still holding out, and doing this to her
was just making his need to cum all the worse. He had to get off, and
soon. 
     Ranma's eyes suddenly widened, as a terrible, wonderful, awful,
marvelous, thought occurred to him. Something that would either make
Akane call it quits, and let him go and relieve his poor balls, or allow
him to do it right here and now.  If Ranma hadn't been so blinded by
pure lust, it was unlikely he would ever have let that awful, marvelous
thought out of it's cage, but he was, and he did.

     Akane gasped as Ranma pulled his finger from inside her, and she
gave a startled yelp as he suddenly lifted her off his lap, and turned
around. A second later she found herself kneeling on the floor, her torso
pressed flat into her bed. Her lust benumbed mind tried to understand
what was going on, but Ranma was not giving her time to adapt. There
was a rustle of cloth behind her, and she felt something large and hot
prodding between her legs. Her eyes opened wide in shock, and her
mouth opened wide to scream her denial, snapping it shut only at the last
minute. Excitement coursed through her body. This was it.  It was really
going to happen. 

     Ranma gritted his teeth as he held his rigid dick in one hand, and
moved the swollen head up and down between Akane's legs, smearing
her moisture over it, and mixing that with the  precum that had oozed out
of the slit in the end and was already making it glisten in a sticky way.
He waited, breathlessly, for Akane to scream, to denounce him, to call
him a pervert. None of those happened, and Ranma's stomach flipped
over as he realized they were actually going to do this. 
     Ranma looked down at the space between himself and Akane. His
cock jutted out, the swollen tip hovering a fraction of an inch in front of
Akane's cunt. Ranma had inherited his size from his father, and while he
had a little bit of growing to do to match his old man, he was still a good
thick nine and a half inches long She's so small, Ranma thought with a
bit of dismay as he measured the small purse of Akane's sex against the
bulbous head of his cock. Even with the outer lips swollen with desire,
and spread apart from Ranma's action, it still looked far too tiny to take
him inside her. 
     Despite the apparent disparity in size, Ranma elected to continue.
During his training trip, Genma had taken the young Ranma into many
places young boys should not go, including sex shows. Ranma had seen
girls take objects into their openings that he would have sworn were
impossible. To the young Ranma, the acts had been magic tricks. To the
much older Ranma, they were now inspiration. If those girls could do it,
so could Akane.
     He didn't stop to consider how much training those girls might
have gone through to take such things. 
     Ranma thrust forward, and his cock head flattened against Akane,
mashing her sex out of the way by sheer brute force.

     "Noooooaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Akane cried out in shock
as something impossibly large forced its way into her virgin pussy. Wet
and excited as she had been, this was still too much too quick, and she
felt like she was about to burst. Her face pushed forward into the
blankets, and she bit into them to muffle her groans as Ranma's first
thrust came to a stop with only three inches inside her. For a few seconds
Ranma shoved with his hips, and pulled with his hands, but gained no
ground. 
     Akane continued to bit into the bed covers, and moved her legs as
far apart as she could manage, trying to ease the ache between her legs. It
was the wrong move. The constricting pressure that had stopped Ranma
cold, let up, and his efforts to ram more of his cock into her distended
sex met suddenly met with success. Three more inches slid into Akane,
causing her to scream into the covers between her teeth. 

     If Ranma had been an ordinary teen, he would likely have blown
his nuts at this point, and Akane would have gone on to a career as a
female gym teacher, but Ranma was not ordinary. As a martial artist he
had a much greater control over his body than a normal person, even in
regards to something as new to him as this, and then of course, there was
the fact that he was a girl some of the time. It was this part of him that
hinted to his caveman mind that just possibly, this was not as much fun
for Akane as it was for him. 
     Ranma paused in his efforts to go for the gold, and looked down at
Akane. At first all he could stare at was the thick shaft of his cock, well
into Akane's belly, and spreading her virginal sex wide open. But then
he noticed her hands, clenched tightly together, just above the crease of
her butt. Her knuckles were white with strain, and Ranma could tell by
the position of her fingers that her nails must be digging into her palms.
It was obvious that she was in distress.
     Guilt and anger warred in Ranma's mind, guilt over hurting Akane,
anger at the stubborn tomboy for not saying anything. The one thing that
did not cross his mind for a second was stopping. Now that he had
stopped trying to shove himself into Akane to the roots, he could feel her
inner walls clenching and releasing all along the section of his cock that
was inside her. It felt great. 
     Ranma hunched his back, and slid his hands in-between Akane
thighs and the bed. His cheek pressed into the small of her back, and he
could feel her heart beating like a hummingbird. Akane gave a gasp as
his fingers found what they were looking for, the small erect bud of her
clitoris. Ranma had no idea what it was, but he sure as hell knew what
happened to his girl body when he fiddled with it. He pinched the little
nub gently between his fingers, and was rewarded by Akane hunching
back at him. 

     If Akane had thought keeping herself quite when she thought she
was going to be split in two was difficult, doing so while Ranma played
with her little love button was ten times as bad. Shocks flowed through
her body, and an aching empty feeling made itself known in her belly.
She wiggled and squirmed, but Ranma had her pinned, literally, to the
bed, and had no intention of letting her escape his fingers. She clenched
her teeth in the blanket she bit earlier, and struggled to contain the gasps
and moans she involuntarily made.  
     All of this wiggling and struggling, not to mention the extra
lubrication, loosened Akane's death grip on Ranma's cock, and slowly, it
began to slip deeper and deeper into her. It was with a shock that Akane
felt Ranma's thighs slap against her sore ass. It's all the way in, her
numb mind thought in disbelief. That was her last coherent thought for a
while, because Ranma had also noticed the bottoming out. He pulled
backward, dragging what felt like her entire insides with him.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Akane cried into her self imposed gag.  . 

     "Ugh," Ranma grunted as he thrust forward. Akane was so tight,
oiled velvet over steel hard muscles. He couldn't stand it for much
longer. He had to cum.  He had to claim his prize. Back and forth he
shunted his cock, putting everything he had into it. Akane thrashed
under him as his manhood brought her over the brink. Grunts escaped
her as her belly slammed again and again into the edge of her bed,
followed by Ranma's thighs spanking against her red ass. Another
orgasm flooded through her body, and a few seconds later, Ranma
followed her. Akane felt him pulse inside her body again and again as he
shot load after load of sperm up her clutching channel.  Ranma fell
forward, his torso laying on top of Akane's, his cock soaking in her
pussy. All was still. 

     Akane panted, her face streaming sweat, feeling Ranma's cock
twisting and turning as it shrank inside her belly. One thought filled her
mind, and she jammed her hips backward into Ranma's belly, drawing
an "oof" from him.
     "I still haven't said stop, baka!" 

End.