Disclaimer:  I'm not Rumiko Takahashi.  I don't own these characters,
and my use of these characters is in no way meant as a challenge to the
rightful owners of these characters.  Also, this is a story about SEX:
hot, steamy, and ribald.  If it's against the law for you to read this,
then it's up to you not to read it.

Author's note:  This is version 2.0 of this chapter.  Way back when, I
posted an earlier version of this chapter and was told that it really
wasn't that good.  (Well, one person told me it wasn't that good.
Three or four other people asked for more.)  Looking over his reasons
for why, I found myself unable to argue with him.  So I took it back
and worked it over.  I now think that the resulting version is much
better than what I originally posted.  I've forgotten the name of the
guy who told me I was writing it wrong, but big thanks to him.

That said:  Send feedback!  Feedback makes the Gentleman Caller want to
write more porn!  I've got a Sailor Moon Lemon I'm working on, and if
I know my anime perverts, you're going to love it.  (Well, unless
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YARL: Yet Another Ranma Lemon
Part 3 (Version 2.0)
"Ranma did WHAT?  Let the punishment begin!"

Morning dawned.  Bright light shone through the window, blanketing
Ranma with warmth.  She turned in her futon, stretching, half-awake, in
the luxurious warmth.

The disappearance of that warmth was the only warning Ranma had that
her father was going to douse her with water again.  Leaping away from
her father's shadow, she grabbed onto the wall with two feet and a hand.

Genma stopped short in shock at the feminine clothes his 'son' was
wearing.  "Ranma!  How can you dress like that?"

"You Idiot!  You're the reason I'm a girl now, so don't blame me for
dressing like one.  Of all the irresponsible, mindless things you could
do, messing around with magic is the worst I've ever seen!"  Ranma, fed
up, leapt down, grabbed Genma, and tossed him out the window.  "And
that's that!"

Now that she was awake, she might as well wash up and get dressed.  As
she did, she shook her head over the fragments of a dream that floated
through her mind, of a clearing in a shadowy forest, dark figures
dancing around a bonfire.  It left her feeling a little chilled.

***

Arriving downstairs, she found Kasumi working alone in the kitchen.
"Good morning, Ranma-chan."

"Good Morning, Kasumi.  Dad got me up early.  Can I help?"

"Sure.  That bowl over there could use some more mixing.  Thank you."

"No problem."  They worked in silence a little longer.  "Kasumi?"

"Yes?"

"Did you mean that, about going on dates?"

Kasumi was silent for a moment.  "Yes.  I haven't gone out on a date in
a long time."

At this, Nabiki walked in.  "What's this?"

"I'm going to go on a date with Ranma."  Kasumi smiled.

Nabiki thought it over.  "Sounds good to me.  How about Friday,
Ranma-chan?"

"Uhh... okay.  Sure."

"Good, then.  Nabiki, if you could bring me the salt, and Ranma brings
me that bowl, I can finish up on breakfast."

In the press of bodies together, Ranma was never sure which one of them
had pinched her butt.

***

Along the way to school Akane once again snubbed them, and so Nabiki
and Ranma continued to talk.

"Ranma, you seem... awfully cheerful today."

Ranma, who had been humming and thinking of Ryoga, started.  "What?
Yes, Yes I am."

"Hmm... and why are we so cheerful?"

Ranma blushed.  "I was thinking of Ryoga again."

"Again?  Did he come by last night?"

Ranma hung her head.  "Yes."

"Ah... a few stolen kisses?"  Nabiki teased.

"Uh," Ranma thought over what she had done with the boy.  Kissing, she
decided, had been involved.  "Yeah."

Nabiki turned about and looked at Ranma, walking backwards in front of
her.  "Somehow, Ranma, I'm getting the feeling that you're not telling
the whole truth, here."

Ranma gave Nabiki an embarrassed grin.  "Maybe."

Nabiki put on her cutest face.  "Please tell me?"  She held down a
sarcastic impulse to bat her eyelids.

Ranma blushed.  They were almost at school, and their classmates were
now walking within hearing distance.  She dropped her voice.  "Ask me
later, okay?"

Nabiki looked around, and nodded.  "Lunchtime.  I want details."  She
gave Ranma a glance between a threat and a promise, and jogged off to
her class.

Ranma bit her lip.

***


Arriving at school, Ranma saw that Akane had just finished up today's
beating.  She walked up to her just as a man in a Kendo outfit was
walking up.

"Ah, fair Akane.  Had any of them beat you, they would have asked for a
date.  But they are as to the leaves of grass, fit only for walking
upon.  True grace as you have can only be claimed by one such as me!"

"Kuno!  Leave me alone you idiotic, delusional jackass!"

"Ah, but who is this rare flower of loveliness that joins us?"

Akane turned around, and saw Ranma standing behind her.  "She can
introduce herself."

"Ah, but it is more polite for me to introduce myself, is it not?  I
am Tatewaki Kuno, Blue Thunder of Furinkan High!"  Somehow, a lightning
bolt struck in the distance, and the thunder reverberated across the
schoolyard.  "And you are?"

Ranma looked up at Kuno, distracted.  "Ranma Saotome.  Please excuse
me."  She stepped around him and headed towards the door.

"Such beauty!  Such fire wrapped around such perfection!"  Kuno dove in
front of Ranma, arms outstretched.  "Your breasts are as round and soft
as pillows filled with rose petals!  Come, let us duel, and if you win
I shall date with you!"

Akane sighed and walked around Kuno as he continued to rant about Ranma.

"That's - that's very nice of you, but I've got to get to class."

Kuno nodded and stood, suddenly serious.  "Yes, our academic duties do
call.  Shall we postpone our duel until after school?"

"Look, I don't want to date with you!"

"After school it is."

Ranma gave up and just ran inside.

***

Mr. Isawa agreed that Ranma's clothes matched up with the school dress
code much closer now, and let her go to her desk.  On the way, she met
eyes with Ryoga, who gave her a big smile.  She did her best to smile
back, but it was an effort.  Sighing, she sat down and opened her books.

The more appropriate attire helped the boys in the class keep their
minds on learning, but she could still almost feel some of them staring
at her.  She was a little annoyed at the attention, while also
flattered by it.

Lunch came again, and Ranma wanted to go find Nabiki and talk.  But
once again, every male in the class (and possibly a few from the next
room over) clustered around her to ogle and harass her.  She didn't
want to hurt the lovesick fools, but she was beginning to think she'd
have to when someone cleared his throat with a sound like God calling
his creation to attention.

Everyone swiveled his or her head, to see Ryoga standing there with his
dog.  Neither of them looked very friendly.

"Ranma is an old and dear friend of mine," Ryoga cracked his knuckles,
the sound echoing like gunshots.  "I think it would be very respectful
of our friendship if you gentlemen would allow her to proceed on her
way."  P-chan growled once, low in the throat.  It was the sort of
territorial growl that leads small children to remark on how cheap it
would be to buy another baseball, rather than to go into the neighbor's
yard and face their dog.

Ranma's admirers melted away like ice cream on a hot day.  "Thank you,
Ryoga.  I, I gotta go."

Ryoga nodded.  "Can we meet after school?"

"I kinda have a fight after school.  Maybe then?"

"Sure."

***

Ranma found Nabiki consulting with some other students.  She could see
money and some envelopes were changing hands, so she stood back.  She
saw Nabiki look at her briefly and then away, so she knew she'd been
seen.  So she waited.

After twenty minutes of waiting, Nabiki finished up and walked over to
Ranma.  "We gotta talk."

"Yeah."

A bit of searching, and they ended up in a corner of the schoolyard.
Occasionally someone would try to walk up to them, but Nabiki would
wave them off.

"So," Nabiki started as she opened up her lunch.  "What did you do with
Ryoga?"

Ranma explained quickly, blushing and stammering at some of the
descriptions.  She tried to keep it short, but Nabiki kept interrupting
and asking for more detail.  By the time Ranma finished, she was pretty
horny, and she could tell by Nabiki's flushed look that the feeling was
mutual.

"Ranma," Nabiki commented, "you slut, you.  Sleeping with the first
Romeo that comes along."

Ranma looked shocked.  "It's not that way at all!"

Nabiki glanced around.  No one was paying the pair any attention, and
she began to lightly run her fingers up and down Ranma's thigh.  "It
isn't?  He's the first boy to knock on your window, right?"

Ranma nodded, watching as her fianc�e's fingers ran up just under her
skirt, and then down her leg.  It felt like Nabiki's fingertips were
leaving trails of fire under her skin.  Suddenly, she became extremely
aware at how hard her nipples were.  "But," she tried to interject.

"And you had some pretty torrid sex with him.  You hardly said a word
to him first."

Ranma bit her lip, nodding.  "Yeah.  But, he's an old friend."

Nabiki gave Ranma's leg a sharp pinch.  "Do you have any other old
friends?"

Ranma tried to push Nabiki's hand away.  "Stop it!"

Nabiki let her hand be moved.  "Do you?  As your fianc�e, I think I
should know."

"There's Ukyou.  He was a pretty good friend."

"Would you have sex with him if he showed up here?"

Ranma thought of her childhood friend, and mentally aged him in her
mind.  She blushed.

Nabiki laughed.  "You are a slut.  Kasumi and I are going to have to
ride herd on you."

Ranma looked up.  "Hey!  My dad may have forced us into this, but that
doesn't mean we're married."  She saw Nabiki's face sour and continued.
"Not that I don't like you.  I like both of you.  But I don't wanna be
stuffed into anything my father thought up."

Nabiki nodded, and stood up.  Ranma stood with her, but was surprised
as Nabiki drew her close.  Her eyes widened as she realized that Nabiki
was pulling up her skirt and grabbing at her panties.  "NABIKI!" she
whispered as loudly as she could.

"Yes?"  Ranma shivered as the word brushed against her, Nabiki's lips
brushing against her ear.

"Stop that!"

"Please?"

A drip of sweat beaded on Ranma's brow.  "What?"

"Please, miss all-powerful martial artist?  Can I have your panties?"
Nabiki gave her ear a nip.

Her breath quickened by desire, Ranma fought to think.  "Uh... no?"

Nabiki's hand slid up Ranma's chest, beginning to circle the hardened
nipple it found there.  "I want your panties, Ranma-chan."  Her tongue
stroked along her lover's ear.

Ranma closed her eyes and gulped.  On the one hand, years of
conservative upbringing was telling her that no one gave up her panties
at school.  On the other hand.... Ohh... the other hand was stroking
her ass, a rogue finger pushing between her cheeks to rub at her anus.
"Ahh... yessss...."  She didn't realize what she'd agreed to at first,
but quickly decided she didn't care.

Nabiki pulled down Ranma's panties, keeping an eye out for others as
they hid behind the tree trunk.  Her hands dipped under Ranma's skirt,
and started rubbing at her cunt, two fingers toying at her opening as
another pair started to stroke her clit, feeling the soft but firm
button of flesh give slightly under her touch.

Ranma buried her face in Nabiki's neck, and tried to use it to stifle
her cries.  As soon as she felt her weakness pass, she looked up into
her lover's laughing eyes.  "Are, are all Japanese girls like this?"
She asked, her voice rising in disbelief.

"Of course not, silly," Nabiki gave Ranma a peck on the lips before
slipping out of her arms.  "You got lucky."  With that, she turned
and ran, stuffing Ranma's underwear in her pocket.  Ranma watched her
from the tree, leaning against it for support.

***

The rest of the day at school, Ranma had trouble concentrating on work.
Sitting down in just a skirt, she could feel everything down there much
more clearly than usual.  She had to be very careful that something
didn't cause her skirt to go up, and show off her body to one of her
classmates.

Ryoga was the hardest to deal with.  Somehow, he'd managed to sit
behind her, and every once in a while, when the teacher was looking the
other way, he'd lift up his foot and caress her ass with it.  It was
highly erotic, but suddenly she realized that he was doing more than
that - he was pulling up her skirt from behind.

She tried to press down harder on her skirt, but it just wasn't
possible.  She wasn't all that heavy, and she needed both hands free to
take notes.  Thus it was that half-an-hour before school let out that
Ryoga succeeded in pulling the skirt out, and slipped his bare foot up
under her dress, fondling her ass.

Ranma had to fight not to moan.  When she'd been a guy she'd never been
this horny, all the time, but since she'd become a girl nearly
everything could help get her off.  She reached behind herself and
pulled Ryoga's foot away, and then tried to pay attention until she had
to leave.

Remembering Ryouga's earlier outburst, most of the boys in the class
filed out, not wanting to risk bothering her, which left the two of
them together.

"Ryoga!" she said chidingly.

"Ranma-chan," he replied, hugging her close.

"You shouldn't do that in class."

"Ah, I couldn't help it, looking at your ass in front of me all class
long.  Besides, what did you expect, not wearing any panties?"

Ranma hemmed at that.  "Ryoga, we need to talk."

They gathered their things, and headed to the front gate.
Unfortunately, there they met up with Kuno again.  "Hold, fair one!
Did you forget our duel?"

Ranma shook her head.  "Ah, hold on a moment Ryouga.  I did say I'd
fight him after class."

Ryouga's face showed worry.  "Ranma, he's really good.  Let me take
care of him for you," he said as he placed his hands protectively on
her shoulders.

She pushed his hands away.  "I can handle myself, thank you very much!
He's just a moron, is all.  Just sit over there," she pointed to a
bench to the side, "and watch a master at work."

"But Ranma," he tried to reply.

"No buts!  Sit!"  Ranma turned and walked towards her opponent,
ignoring Ryouga as he sat down.

Kuno watched the little argument with a smile on his face.  She was
beautiful, shapely, and had fire in her.  Not as much fire as had
poisoned the youngest Tendo daughter, but enough to add spice to an
already attractive dish.  He saw Ranma approach.  "Now, we shall duel.
And if you win, I shall allow you to date me."

Ranma opened her mouth, shut it, and then opened it again.  "What?"

"Enough talk!  To battle!"  Kuno attacked, his wooden bokken moving
like an extension of his arms.  He planned to feel her out first by
entangling her legs.

Ranma saw him rushing her and reacted by going onto the defensive,
throwing herself out of the way of each of Kuno's strikes.  Seeing his
reliance on thrusting his sword at her, she crouched down, forcing him
to strike towards the ground.  She went into a tight roll, reversing
right when he started to lead her movements.

And then she jumped.  Uncoiling from the ground like a cat, she leapt
over Kuno's head, his bokken inclined too close to the ground to catch
her in time.  Hooking her hands over his shoulders as she went over,
she flipped him in turn, slamming him into the ground.  Looking down at
Kuno, his head lying between her feet, she grinned happily down at him.
"Well, had enough?"

Kuno just lay there, a trail of drool exiting his mouth silently.

Ranma frowned, worried that she'd hit his head too hard.  And then a
cool breeze blew through the schoolyard, and she remembered the
souvenir that Nabiki had taken from her at noon.  With a shriek, she
brought her knees together and hopped backwards.  "Pervert!"  Almost
feeling his expression, she turned to see Ryouga and his guide dog
grinning madly.  "Not a sound, Hibiki!  Not.  One. Word."  She walked
over, grabbed his hand, and nearly dragged him out of the school's gate.

Kuno grinned widely.  "Ah, she is so forward with her attentions!  How
can I possibly be so heartless as to deny her what she truly desires?"
He sprung to his feet, thrusting his bokken into the air, and shouted
"I SHALL DATE HER!!!"  Thunder rumbled in the distance, as if in answer
to his cry.

***

Once they arrived at the coffee shop, Ranma slid into the booth, with
Ryoga sitting across from her.

"Well?"

Ranma looked down.  "This is going to sound very strange, Ryoga.  A
long time ago, my father and Mr. Tendo were friends.  Very good
friends, in fact.  So they decided that when they had kids they would
have them marry so they could be in the same family."

"Yes?"

"Well, I'm an only child.  And so I'm supposed to marry a Tendo."

Ryoga thought.  He knew Akane and Nabiki, and thought there was a
third, older child in the family.  "Which one?"

Ranma blushed, looking down at her coffee.  She twisted it in its
saucer, tasted it, and added cream.

Ryoga started to worry.  "Ranma, which one?"

"Nabiki."

Ryoga had to fight not to spew coffee on his ex-girlfriend.  "NABIKI!"

"Yeah.  And Kasumi."

"Two girls?"

Ranma nodded.

"Are your parents nuts?"

Ranma nodded.  "And, I told Nabiki about last night, and she got really
upset.  She's, she's forbidden me from repeating what we did."

Ryoga sat back, shocked.  He'd thought things were going to go back to
the way they had been in junior high, between him and Ranma.
Considering how she'd filled out, better than that.  But to find that
two girls had gotten between him and his, well, girlfriend?

"Ranma, I - I really like you.  A lot."

Ranma smiled back at him in a way that melted his heart.  "I like you
too, Ryoga.  You're kind, and strong, and good."  The smile wavered.
"Not so good today, though."

"I - I won't do it again.  I didn't know, y'know, about Nabiki."

"And Kasumi."

"So, is this it?"  Was he being dumped?  He wasn't sure he could stand
that.

"Well, Nabiki says we can still go on dates.  But she wants equal time
for herself and Kasumi."

"Okay.  How about a movie, on Friday?"

Ranma shook her head.  "I'm going out with Nabiki."  As a man, she
thought.  How can I hide these huge tits?  Would some sort of board
work?

Ryoga smiled.  "Then how about Sunday?  We could have lunch, see a
movie, and talk."

Ranma nodded.  "Yes, I'd love that."

Ryouga's heart melted again, as Ranma gave him a peck on the cheek and
ran on home.

***

Arriving at home, Ranma found Kasumi and Nabiki waiting for her on the
couch.

"Ranma, Nabiki told me something very disturbing happened last night,"
Kasumi said.  The sad expression she had threatened to break Ranma's
heart.  "I would like to discuss this in my room."

Ranma hadn't been in Kasumi's room before.  It was decorated, she
found, in an explosion of pink ruffles.  They decorated the bedspread,
the pillow shams, the window curtains, and a number of the picture
frames.  Before she could get over the effect, she found that the two
other girls had sat on the bed, leaving her to stand in front of them.

"Ranma, I want to hear what you did last night."  Kasumi said.

"I, I had sex with Ryoga in the dojo.  I'm sorry."

"No, I want to hear everything that happened."

And so Ranma began to relate everything that happened since she looked
out of her window and found Ryoga standing down below, from the kiss,
to going into the dojo for privacy, to the sex.  She tried to gloss
over the details, but Kasumi would force her to go back and describe
everything - from the taste of Ryoga's cock in her mouth to how it felt
to feel him cumming inside of her.  By the time she was finished
reliving the experience, she was highly aroused.

Kasumi shifted on the bed as Ranma stopped.  She was still upset about
what Ranma had done, but the story had been quite exciting to listen
to.  Given how she could see Ranma's juices dripping down her leg,
Ranma was pretty excited as well.

"Alright.  First off, Ranma, you'll be going and putting on some of
your old clothes, as well as a clear pair of panties.  And then, you'll
clean the bathroom."

Ranma nodded.

"Good.  Come over here," Kasumi patted her lap, "And lay down."

Ranma, uncertain, did so.  Once she was lying down, Kasumi raised
Ranma's skirt to show her rounded bottom.  Stroking a hand across the
firm globes, Kasumi was rewarded with a moan of pleasure.

And then she raised her hand, and brought it down hard on Ranma's
butt.  Ranma, not expecting it, yowled in pain.  Kasumi frowned.
"Ranma, you must not be so noisy.  Nabiki, put something in her mouth."

Nabiki had a better idea.  Pulling off her own panties, she moved under
Ranma's head and held it in place against her cunt with her legs.  "Eat
me, Ranma!"  Not having much choice, the captive girl began to lick at
Nabiki's clit.

Kasumi struck Ranma's ass again, which caused her to press, for a
moment, harder against Nabiki's cunt.  "Oh, that felt good, Kasumi."

"Ranma, I'm going to keep spanking you until Nabiki cums twice."  With
that, Kasumi began giving Ranma's ass a thorough spanking, slapping her
hand across the firm globes of Ranma's butt repeatedly.  Ranma moaned
at the pain, but continued to suck and lick as best she could.  Nabiki
loved the view of Ranma being spanked and seeing her pale white ass
turn pink with the punishment, and quickly came.

Ranma could only take a moment's breath before diving back into
Nabiki's cunt.  She stroked her tongue in and out of her fianc�e's
twat, rubbing Nabiki's enlarged clit with her nose.   Ranma was
feeling, strangely enough, highly excited.  The pain was all rushing
into her sex and turning into an intense, unrelenting pleasure, and she
was now moaning more than crying into Nabiki's sex.

Soon enough, Nabiki came again, and collapsed, exhausted.

Ranma moaned softly, enveloped with the need to cum.

"Now, Ranma, go clean the bathroom.  And no masturbating until both it
and your homework is finished."

Ranma looked at Kasumi unbelievingly.  She needed to orgasm so hard she
could scream, and Kasumi wanted her to wait?  Kasumi looked back,
stern, but with a hint of a smile.

That hint helped her get up and agree.  "Yes, Kasumi."  Before, Kasumi
had looked at her with the disappointed glare of a mother, but now she
was smiling.  Kasumi was a beautiful, caring woman and if she had to go
through sexual hell to make the woman smile at her again, then that's
what she'd do.

Ranma walked off to her room to change as quickly as possible, wincing
from the pleasure of everything from the floorboards against her feet
to a breeze of cool air between her legs.  After changing carefully,
she went to the bathroom, finding that the tools she'd need had been
laid out for her job.  Soon, the repetitive scrubbing involved in
cleaning the bathroom drove all thoughts of sex from her mind.

***

Back in Kasumi's room, Nabiki lay back and brushed a sweaty strand of
hair from her face.  "Kasumi!  I could never believe you could be so
cruel!"  She pictured Ranma as she left the room, an explosion trying
not to happen.  "Poor Ranma-chan."

Kasumi laughed.  "I admit I'm a little shocked at myself.  But this
will stick in her mind, and she'll think twice before -"

Nabiki cut her off.  "Before coming into your room?"  She laughed.

Kasumi laughed as well, and then started to rummage in a drawer by her
bed, bringing out a long, thin silver rod.

"What's that?"

Kasumi smiled, and twisted the rod in her hand.  It started to buzz,
and she quickly drew up her skirt to place it against her panties with
a moan.

"A Vibrator?  Poor Kasumi feeling a little frustrated?"

Kasumi nodded as she slipped the vibrator past her panties and deep
into her pussy.  It took only a few strokes to make her cry out in
pleasure.  "Oh.  Sorry if I shock you, little sister, but after having
Ranma-chan writhing in my lap like that, I was about as keyed up as she
was."

Nabiki smiled, and lightly stroked her own sex.  "And you didn't have
the advantage of Ranma-chan eating you out.  I loved that.  Each time
you hit her, her nose got shoved up against my clit.  It took
everything I had to keep from cumming twice in the first five
seconds."  She shivered with the memory of it.

"Well, enough sex for now.  I've got dinner to prepare, and I think
you'ld best start on your homework.  Ranma said yesterday she needs
help with her homework."

"Yes, yes," Nabiki stretched and slid out of bed, replacing her
panties.  "God, Kasumi, what sluts we're becoming.  Poor Ranma."

Kasumi grinned, not knowing Nabiki was all too familiar with her
escapades downtown.  "After seven years of taking care of this family,
I deserve it.  Now shoo."

***

Late that night, Ranma stepped back into the sparkling-clean bathroom.
Sitting down by the tub, exhausted, she started running herself a
bath.  It had taken her three hours to clean the bathroom to Kasumi's
exacting standards, and then it had been another three hours with
Nabiki going over the basics of Calculus.  Every muscle in her body
ached, and every neuron in her brain felt just as sore.  She kept a
hand in the tub, checking the temperature, until it was just about as
hot as she could take.  She then slipped into the water, hardly even
noticing the change of her sex.

Once in the tub, Ranma slid down until just her face stuck above water,
and lay still, letting the hot water soak away her aches and pains.
Although she was sorry to have upset her fianc�es, and glad to do
anything to patch up their relationship, she still wasn't really sorry
that she'd had sex with Ryoga.  Even though she'd been forced to do it
back when she was a he, she'd resented herself for pretending to be
female to get his affection.  In a strange way, last night had been her
attempt to apologize to Ryoga, even if he didn't know why.

Not that was the only reason.  Ryoga's cock had been hard and long, and
the feel of it, though his pants, had driven her into a frenzy.  Even
now, remembering how it had tasted in her mouth and how silky smooth
it had felt in her hands, she could feel herself getting excited.
Lazily, she floated her hands up to her breasts, gently stroking them.
She closed her eyes, thinking that it was Ryoga stroking her breasts.
He's rub his fingers underneath them, living the hard, pink nipples up
to his mouth.  Ranma lifted one of her breasts up, and found that she,
too, could suck at her own nipples.  Moaning softly, she nibbled at her
aureole, feeling a shiver of expectation go up and down her spine.  She
kissed over to her other tit, and nibbled at that one as well.

Now truly turned on, Ranma was enchanted at the sight of her own
hard-on grown large enough to peek out of the water at her like some
sort of fleshy periscope.  Reaching down, she was enchanted by the way
it felt so much like Ryoga's, only when she played with Ryoga's cock,
she didn't get to feel how it felt in two ways.  Moaning louder, and
with a quickening breath, she started to masturbate, rubbing her hands
up and down along her water and precum lubricated cock.

"Oh, Ryoga..."

She loved having a cock sometimes.  It was so easy - you just rubbed up
and down.  And it got so lovely and hard, standing up for her.
Remembering her earlier experiment, she leaned forward, and found that
she could get the head up to her lips.  Licking her own cock was an
electrifying sensation, both the cockhead sending jolts to her pleasure
senses from the feel of her tongue, and her tongue telling her that
she was licking prime cockmeat, just what it wanted to feel.  The
texture alone was enough to drive her to orgasm, it seemed.

Opening her lips, she slid the head in between them, sliding it and
another inch or so into herself before she found it uncomfortable.
But she was willing to leave it at that, and started sucking hungrily
at her own cock, anticipating of the erotic sensation of having her own
cum jetting into her mouth.

***

Nabiki stopped at the door to the bathroom, trying not to laugh.  Poor
Ranma had been driven very hard today, and she had hoped to give her a
massage while Ranma soaked.  But coming into the bathroom, she found
Ranma curled up in the bathtub, sucking hungrily at her own cock.  We
might be sluts, but Ranma's our inspiration, she thought resignedly.
She snuck up on Ranma to watch the erotic sight.

Ranma saw Nabiki at the same time she came, and jerked back in surprise
as she started to spray cum all over her own face and chest, wiggling
and crying out as load after load of spunk sprayed into her face, hair,
and tits.  Nabiki could only stand and watch, until finally Ranma's
cock slunk back under the water and Ranma leaned back against the tub.

"Nabiki, you surprised me."

"You surprised me, Ranma."  Unable to resist the temptation, Nabiki
knelt by the tub and leaned over, licking a gob of cum off of Ranma's
right cheek.  The taste, sweet and salty, with a consistency she'd
never had before, thrilled her.  "Say, this is good."  She licked
Ranma's nose, where a glob shone in the light, and then got to work,
slowly licking every glob of cum off of Ranma's face, and then her
tits.

Ranma was seriously turned on by the tongue-bath, and both she and
Nabiki were surprised as her cock rose back above the level of the
water.  "Nabiki, would you like to have sex?"

Nabiki smiled.  "I think we already are."  She then climbed over Ranma,
and rubbed his cock against her cunt.  She was already plenty wet from
tasting all of Ranma's cum, and the idea of getting more of it inside
her had every inch of skin achingly sensitive.  With a moan, she sunk
Ranma's cock into her, slowly sliding down her cock until finally it
sat deep, deep inside of her.

Ranma was impressed.  She knew she had the largest cock she'd ever
heard of outside of a farm animal, and the idea that Nabiki could fit
that inside her was thrilling.  But not as thrilling as being inside
her was.  Placing her hands on Nabiki's hips, she started pushing them
up and down slowly, moving her cock back and forth inside Nabiki's
cunt.

Nabiki moaned - a long, soft, comfortable moan that said everything was
right in the world.  She'd seen Kasumi have sex in a number of
different ways and enjoying it, but she'd had no idea how downright
satisfying being completely filled with manmeat would be.  She'd
enjoyed having oral sex with Ranma, Akane, and Kasumi, but if there was
anything that convinced her that she was not a lesbian in denial, it
was the fact that Ranma's cock inside of her made everything in her
life seem fine.

However, a few moments of slow, comfortable screwing was all she could
take before her nerves quickened, and she wanted to feel more.  She
grabbed Ranma and they swapped positions in the tub, water sloshing out
onto the tiles, leaving Ranma on top.  "Fuck me Ranma.  Fuck me hard,
and fast."

Ranma was happy to do so.  Getting up on her knees and grabbing onto
Nabiki's hips, she started to slam her cock in and out of Nabiki's
hungry twat, feeling the young virgin's tight canal almost sucking at
her cock as she slapped their hips together.

Nabiki couldn't hold in a squeal as she exploded in sensation.
Everything sexual she'd felt or done today, from stealing Ranma's
panties to sucking up her cum, seemed to multiply in the face of
Ranma's incredible ability to keep shoving her cockmeat into her.
Nabiki held up her tits, and Ranma leant over, biting and licking at
them as she continued to fuck her fianc�e.

Finally, it was too much, and Nabiki screamed her lover's name as Ranma
came inside of her, the hot, thick jets of cum coating her insides and
driving her over the edge.  After that, there was nothing the pair
could do but hold onto each other and fight to get their breath back.

***

Downstairs, Soun and Genma smiled at each other.

"I told you my son still had it in him," Genma said as he took a swig
of Sake.

"Genma, my old and dearest friend, I'm sorry I doubted you.  And with
them acting like this so soon, the marriage can happen before the year
is out!"  Soun made a wide gesture with his arms in his happiness,
sweeping a plate off of the table and onto the floor.  Unnoticed, it
landed on it's edge, balanced perfectly.

In the kitchen, putting the dishes away, Kasumi heard Nabiki as well,
and smiled.  It was good to share with your sisters.

In her bedroom, Akane heard squeals in two different directions.  One,
louder, came from the bathroom, and she knew she hated Nabiki even
more.  And on the bedroom TV, she saw Kasumi cumming as one man fucked
her mouth, and another her ass, while someone obviously taped from
outside.  The tape had been labeled merely 'Kasumi - 13/4/98' when
she'd found it in Nabiki's room, and she'd wondered what it was.

"I wonder if Kasumi knows that her dear favorite sister has been spying
on her, and selling the tapes for money?" Akane whispered to herself.

She should be disgusted.  She'd never been exposed to pornography like
this, and it all involved men, a sexual creature she'd never wanted to
know this much about.  But something kept her watching, rapt in
attention.  She wondered, for a moment, whether it was something wrong
with herself, or something that Ranma had brought along with her.

And then she went back to watching a rough close-up of Kasumi's face
being covered in cum as she buried her hands between her legs.

***

Every teenager knows intellectually that his parents have sex, but none
of them really want to think about it.  Hikaru Gosenkugi was,
unfortunately, in that situation.  Even if his parents' bed wasn't
banging against the wall their rooms shared, his mother's loud cries
of pleasure would easily have penetrated the thin barrier.  He frowned
as he wrapped his pillow around his head.  His folks never did anything
this obvious before, and especially not on a school night.  It bothered
him.

Something was wrong.

TO BE CONTINUED!

***

And that's the end of part 3.  Please, send me feedback at gcaller@hotmail.com

Next time on Yet Another Ranma Lemon:
- Ranma faces a new change.
- Nabiki goes on a date.
- A new arrival to Japan.
- And if you've sent me good feedback, I might include some more sex.


The Gentleman Caller
Perverting anime since sometime last year.


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