Marital Arts 6 - Pt4


 
Ukyo:  "Akane..." 
Akane:  "What is it, Kyoko?" 
Ukyo:  "I guess... I guess I was wondering how you and Ranma were 
	handling... umm... you know..." 
Akane:  "You mean Ranma's curse." 
Ukyo:  "I guess... I mean, he's no longer a man now, and he is your 
	husband..." 
Akane:   "Well, if he wants to do it, I'll do it with him." 
Ukyo:  "Even in his girl form?" 
Akane:  [nodding] "It doesn't matter to me.  Or I guess it stopped 
	mattering once we got married." 
Ukyo:  "You mean, you're going to be... umm... bisexual with him?" 
Akane:  "Since its Ranma, I will... I suppose I'm a Ranmasexual." 
Ukyo:  [giggling] "I won't tell anybody." 
Akane:  "Thank you, Kyoko." 
Ukyo:  "I guess... I was just hoping that this wouldn't cause any 
	troubles..." 
Akane:  [taking Ukyo's hand] "Don't worry about us.  I was angry at 
	Ranma earlier, but our relationships stronger than somebody 
	trying to take one of us away." 
Ukyo:  "I'm so glad the two of you have each other.  And umm..." 
Akane:  "What?" 
Ukyo:  "I was wondering... umm... what's it really like to be 
	married?" 
Akane:  [smiling] "Married?  Or making love?  Are you fantasizing 
	about Ranma as well?" 
 
Ukyo blushed as the two of them started to giggle.  Then Akane 
started to talk... 
 
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Ranko left her door and window unlocked as per Nabiki's 
instructions.  She hoped that Mousse would give up on Shampoo.  
She had nothing against him, but she was Shampoo's lover, not him. 
 
Shampoo opened the window and entered her room. 
 
Shampoo:  "Ranma?" 
Ranko:  "No, its me." 
 
Ranko drew Shampoo into her embrace.  Shampoo ran her hands 
over Ranko's male form, touching the body that was now so much 
like her brother's.  Ranko kissed Shampoo, then started to undress 
her, opening the dress and letting it fall to the floor, then Shampoo's 
panties. 
 
Ranko undressed and Shampoo saw that she was already excited.  
Shampoo looked closely at the nude male body of her lover and 
compared it to Ranma's.  It was identical in almost every respect. 
 
Ranko picked Shampoo up and carried her to her bed, laying her 
down gently and opening her to her touch.  Ranko's head lowered to 
Shampoo's womanhood.  Shampoo's legs curled around Ranko's head 
as she felt her lover's tongue's first touch against her skin. 
 
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Mousse stood in front of the Tendo Dojo gate at the designated time.  
He saw a female figure approach and hugged her. 
 
Mousse:  "Shampoo!" 
Nabiki:  "Hmm.  Not quite." 
 
Nabiki stepped out of Mousse's embrace.  She had never intended to 
help him, at least not in the way he wanted.  She figured that Mousse 
would just get hung up on Shampoo and return sometime in the 
future, so she decided to show her Ranko and Shampoo making love.  
That way he would see that Shampoo loved someone else, and he 
could go on with his life (he also wouldn't return to cause structural 
damage to the house, which happened more often than she liked). 
 
Nabiki quietly led Mousse past the parents and up to Ranko's door.  
Mousse struggled to avoid ogling her body, but to no avail, especially 
when he followed Nabiki up the stairs.  Nabiki was wearing her usual 
pair of cut-off shorts and a tank top.  As she walked before him, 
Mousse could sometimes catch a glimpse her breasts bouncing with 
every step, and the definition of her legs and ass almost caused him to 
get an erection; he struggled to remain focused on Shampoo. 
 
Nabiki had arranged for Shampoo to be here at this time, and for the 
tryst to occur.  She listened at the door.  Ranko and Shampoo seemed 
to be going at it already.  She smiled to herself.  Normally, she'd join 
them rather than just watching, but this was important for the dojo.  
Nabiki silently opened the door a crack and motioned for Mousse to 
approach. 
 
Since the room light was on, Mousse had a clear view of the two 
lovers.  Shampoo lay beneath Ranko, her legs wrapped around Ranko 
as she accepted her lover's manhood.  Suddenly they switched 
positions, and Shampoo straddled Ranko, moving rapidly as Ranko's 
hands massaged her breasts. 
 
Shampoo's hair flung about wildly as her head moved from side to 
side in abandon.  Shampoo moaned out Ranko's name as she 
orgasmed.  Mousse's heart sank as he realized how far he was from 
Shampoo's heart.  Mousse watched as Shampoo turned around on 
Ranko's manhood, facing away from her lover's body but continuing 
the joining with enthusiasm.  Shampoo's back arched until she lay 
almost on top of Ranko, Ranko's hands reaching up to run over 
Shampoo's nipples, as her breasts flattened out against her body.  
Shampoo's long, purple hair fell onto Ranko's face. 
 
Nabiki looked at the mountain in Mousse's outfit with appreciation.  
Mousse's attention was totally on the two in the room, so she knelt 
down and pulled the front over her head.  Nabiki deftly released the 
drawstring to Mousse's pants and touched the enlarged member.  
Mousse gulped. 
 
Mousse's hands found the door frame as he sought to steady himself.  
Not wanting to move, but not wanting Nabiki to stop her blowjob, 
Mousse found himself trapped watching Shampoo being brought to 
orgasm again.  He watched as Shampoo got on her hands and knees, 
then as Ranko came up behind her and entered her that way.  
Shampoo, it seemed, was intent on trying to go through as many 
positions as Ranko could provide her. 
 
Nabiki kissed the cock in front of her, then again and again.  She 
decided not to use any of her special techniques; she'd only use them 
on her family and the man she'd know she'd marry, whomever she 
discovered that person to be.  Still, she felt Mousse shudder when she 
extended her tongue and ran it over the tip of his cock.  A drop of 
clear fluid almost magically appeared after that.  Nabiki touched it 
with her tongue as a hand made its way down to her shorts. 
 
Mousse watched as Ranko grabbed Shampoo's waist and plunged her 
manhood deep within Shampoo.  Shampoo lost control of one of her 
arms and her body twisted so that he could see her front; fascinated, 
he watched as the breasts bounced with each impact from Ranko.  He 
heard Shampoo announce her impending explosion and that proved 
too much for him.  He erupted into Nabiki's mouth. 
 
Nabiki swallowed all of Mousse's ejaculation, then replaced his 
manhood back into his pants and retied the drawstring.  She slipped 
from underneath his outfit, then slowly stood before him, leading him 
away from the door as Ranko sandwiched Shampoo with the wall. 
 
Nabiki:  "Now, I know that getting over Shampoo is not something 
	you can do overnight, but..." 
Mousse:  "But..." 
Nabiki:  "Shhh.  Let me finish before I lose my nerve.  I find you 
	attractive.  I want to start something with you.  I don't want 
	marriage or an engagement... yet.  I think you're discrete 
	which is why I'm making you this offer.  If you find me 
	attractive, then keep your glasses on and follow me to my 
	bed.  I'll be waiting." 
 
Mousse watched as Nabiki walked away from him to her bedroom, 
leaving the door open for him.  He looked back at Shampoo, who was 
moaning her encouragement as Ranko lifted her against the wall so 
that her pussy was at Ranko's face and her legs traveled across 
Ranko's shoulders and down Ranko's back. 
 
Mousse made sure his glasses were on. 
 
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Ukyo came out of Akane's room as the door to Nabiki's room closed.  
They had talked about boys, and Ranma, and her 'fiancee', whom she 
described as Ranma except for a few changes.  Ukyo thought she 
heard noises coming from Ranko's room and decided to investigate. 
 
Ukyo gasped at what she saw.  It seemed Ranma was fucking 
Shampoo!  Ukyo stared in disbelief as she realized that it was Ranko 
and not Ranma.  She gaped at the sight of Ranko's nude male body.  
Was Ranma her physical equal? 
 
Ranko lowered Shampoo so that she could penetrate her again.  
Shampoo squealed in delight as Ranko's cock slipped back within 
her.  Shampoo soon moaned loudly as she approached her orgasm.  
When she at last reached it, Ranko became stiff as she also reached 
started to cum, shooting the hot liquid into her lover.  Ukyo shut the 
door as the two sank to the floor, tenderly kissing each other in the 
afterglow. 
 
Ukyo ran into Ranma on the way down the stairs and blushed at the 
memory of Ranko's male body.  She quickly made her way to her 
room to reclaim her wits.  Was her former friend a lesbian?  Surely 
not, as the way she talked about Ryoga indicated.  So she must be 
bisexual.  Ukyo closed her eyes and the image of Ranko and Shampoo 
returned.  Ukyo started to undress for bed and looked down at the 
crotch of her pants.  She was wet. 
 
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The desk lamp was the only source of light, but Mousse could clearly 
make out Nabiki lying in the bed, holding the bedsheets to cover her 
chest.  Mousse looked down at the floor and saw the clothes that she 
wore just a few minutes before; at a gesture from Nabiki, he rapidly 
rid himself of his own.  Nabiki pursed her lips as she gained her first 
full view of Mousse's body.  Returning the favor, she dropped the 
bedsheet from her hands and moved forward so that she lay fully 
exposed on the bed. 
 
Nabiki:  [stretching] "Aren't you going to join me in bed?" 
 
Mousse stumbled forward.  He had dreamed of this moment, but 
always with Shampoo.  Nabiki smiled at him and reached to take his 
manhood into her hand, a little sticky from her saliva but not too 
much so.  Mousse stiffened at the touch.  Nabiki drew her hand back 
and forth along its length, watching it stiffen to its full length.  She 
then lay back on her bed, wrapped her legs around Mousse's torso, 
and pulled him down to her.   Nabiki spread her legs wide in 
anticipation of his entry. 
 
Nabiki:  [whispering huskily] "I'm already wet.  Just go for it." 
 
If Ranma was there he would have shrugged and just noted that it 
was Nabiki's preferred style of lovemaking, which was lucky for 
Mousse, because he didn't know of much else.  Mousse positioned 
himself at her opening and slowly moved forward.  Nabiki took hold 
of his manhood and guided him into her.  Mousse lost his balance 
and fell forward, burying himself to the base of his cock. 
 
Nabiki murmured her encouragement as Mousse recovered his 
senses.  All of his dreaming couldn't compare to the actual feeling of 
being surrounded by a woman's sex.  Nabiki told him to move and he 
started to withdraw from her body; she imagined she could feel her 
inner walls coming together in the wake of his passage.  Then as he 
was about to disconnect himself Nabiki tightened her legs wrapped 
around his ass and he started to return into her. 
 
Nabiki:  "Yes... like that... only harder and faster." 
 
Mousse awkwardly complied at first, but became proficient as their 
joining continued.  He drove himself into her with every stroke, 
burying himself until he could go no further.  Nabiki loved the 
feeling of being driven into her mattress. 
 
Mousse's glasses start to slip off his head.  He started to push them 
back onto his nose, intent on watching the passionate girl beneath 
him respond eagerly to his every touch.  Nabiki's hands reached out 
to grab her bedposts. 
 
Nabiki:  "Lift me up.  Lift me up!" 
 
Mousse instinctively knew what to do as Nabiki arched her back off 
the bed.  Grabbing her hips, he lifted her body as he went to his 
knees.  Nabiki lay suspended in mid-air as Mousse continued to 
thrust into her.  Mousse watched as Nabiki's tits shook back and 
forth; watched as Nabiki's body twisted from side to side in ecstasy.  
He grabbed onto her legs, trying to keep the sweaty, slippery body off 
the bed. 
 
Mousse couldn't help himself; he was ready to explode.  In 
desperation he warned Nabiki.  Nabiki's left hand released the 
bedpost and her body twisted and fell to the bed.  As soon as Nabiki 
ran her finger over her clit, her body shook with the force of her 
orgasm.  Mousse released himself into Nabiki's pussy and fell on top 
of her body, exhausted at his effort. 
 
Still joined, both lovers caught their breath.  Nabiki reached up to 
take Mousse's glasses off and put them on the table next to her bed. 
 
Nabiki:  "You won't need these for awhile." 
Mousse:  [softly laughing] "I guess I won't." 
 
Mousse laid his head in the valley between Nabiki's breasts.  In 
wonder, he brought his hand up and touched the tip of the nipple, 
then ran his fingers down the breast until he cupped it in his palm.  
Nabiki sighed. 
 
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