Not to belabor the point at all, but this was a porn thread. Ranma had always known in his heart of hearts that he would eventually lose. Get cornered. Use this hot piece of ass body to do more than tease others without meaning to. Kasumi, though? That had been an unexpected wrinkle. He'd kind of figured Akane would get him in some weird romantic situation, or Shampoo would use some freaky technique to get the job done, or Ukyo would guilt trip him - Or, hell, Ryoga! Kasumi was out of left field.
Taking a deep breath, Ranma poured the cold water over himself and felt the change. "Might as well get this over with," she grumbled. She had promised, after all. Up the stairs she went, feeling very, very nervous. Gulp! C-Come on, now. You just got laid in boy form, there's nothing to be afraid of. Except, you know, liking it so much you get addicted to sapphic love. Which was a real concern in a thread like this. Once that genie was out of the bottle there was no getting it back in.
Soon enough Ranma stood in the doorway to Kasumi's room, uncertain how to proceed... and then immediately stopped thinking.
"You know, just because you're supernaturally fuckable doesn't mean the rest of us aren't <i>extremely fine pieces of ass ourselves</i>."
That was true. That was very, very true. Kasumi was standing there, completely naked, on top of a plastic sheet with a jar of honey that she upturned the second the door had fully opened, letting its thick syrupy contents pour out down the base of her neck. She spiraled it around, going from shoulder to shoulder. The goop coated her and slowly trailed down her luscious figure, which had been earned through non-supernatural means. So, you know, genetics and a healthy diet. Then, seeming dissatisfied with how long it was taking, Kasumi used her hands to smooooooooth that honey allllll the way down her body.
"Humanahumanahumana..." Ranma burbled. Maybe it was the aphrodisiac still working its way through her body. Maybe it was because her boy form had just tapped that. Maybe she was hungry? Either way, the scent of that sweet, sweet honey covering that alluring flesh lured Ranma in like - You ever see one of those old cartoons where a character smells a delicious pie (or whatever), and the mere scent physically lifts them off the ground and pulls them towards the source?
"Good boy," Kasumi said, patting Ranma on the head. "Good hot piece of ass. Let's get those clothes off, you won't be needing them for the rest of the night."
Ranma hadn't undressed so fast in all her life. Yes, for some reason Ranma had decided to get dressed before coming up to see Kasumi. It had seemed perfectly rational at the time. You know, she would be in transit from where they had sex in the kitchen, what if someone came home during that time? That sort of thinking. It wasn't exactly logical, as Kasumi had already said that they would be alone for the next hour or so, but - well, Ranma wasn't exactly thinking with the brain in their head at the time.
As such, her shirt came off, her breasts bounced freely, kissing the open air - and the mood in the room shifted as Kasumi let out a gurgling whine that turned into a horny titter. Her hands, still covered in honey, reached out and grabbed Ranma's chest.
"Ohohohoho, I thought I was ready, but - Nope!" Kasumi said, and came the instant her hands touched flesh. Yes, just from contact alone. Her body convulsed on the spot, and then another climax ripped through her, and yet another still! "F-Fuck! Oh, fuck me! I - I can't believe it feels like this, just from groping your chest."
Ranma, for her part, was feeling a little bit confused because, you know, she hadn't actually done anything but take off her clothes yet. But then, realisation dawned.
"Oh hell I'm not getting any, am I?" Ranma said aloud, to dawning horror. "I'm gonna be like King Midas, my merest touch will leave a chick a horny mess."
To prove her point she poked Kasumi on the forehead and the older girl's tongue flopped out of her mouth, while said mouth tried to split her face apart with the biggest grin you ever did see.
"Uh, maybe we should pull back a bit until you can control -" Ranma began, only for Kasumi to faceplant right into Ranma's boobs. "Of course. Yeah, okay, you go on and enjoy yourself."
But Kasumi wasn't done yet. Her fingers tugged down Ranma's trousers and boxers so she could get a nice long grope of her hot ass. It was almost like she was trying to ahegao herself senseless.
"Kehehehehehe..." Kasumi said, then made motorboat noises in Ranma's cleavage while her hands mercilessly groped at Ranma's tush. Ranma herself was not exactly impressed right now. She was getting horny too, but had no means of getting off! If she actually tried fucking Kasumi right now, all that would happen would be - "You dropped your guard again~"
Huh? Kasumi's face was suddenly right in front of Ranma's and - And then her tongue was inside Ranma's mouth. It felt different when she was a girl. Hard to place why, but it felt like different parts of her body were being stimulated, and -
And something awoke inside Ranma just then. A voice, like a devil whispering on her shoulder, telling her quite insistently that Kasumi Tendo was not yet fully sexually satisfied.
That seemed impossible to believe. The way that she was moaning and mewling into Ranma's mouth, the fact that she seemed to be experiencing a climax every few seconds, those facts told a quite different story. Yet the voice was insistent - more could be done here. Much, much more. It wanted Ranma to stop holding back. To go for it. Whole hog. She wants it. You want it. So, stop being a pussy little bitch and <i>tame her</i> the way she wanted to tame you.
Ranma's hands had been busy wringing, trying to resist the urge to do anything with Kasumi's body for the same reason one might hesitate to fiddle with an expensive fine glass vase. The fear of breaking something precious is intimidating... but that voice pushed Ranma past it. Her hands immediately fell upon Kasumi's honey covered body, rubbing into her shoulders, guiding her down towards the floor. Right where she'd put those plastic sheets, no doubt to ensure that the honey she poured over herself didn't stain the carpet.
Oh yes, that was very Kasumi, thinking in advance like that was quite clever really. It was obvious she'd thought this whole thing through, even if she probably hadn't imagined how this was going to turn out.
Once Kasumi was on the floor, Ranma broke from her lips and began to lick, lick away. Dabbing up the honey, cleaning every inch of flesh, scouring it of sugary goodness quickly yet methodically. All the while, Kasumi convulsed, especially when Ranma set to work upon her breasts, which were nice, but not a shade on her own.
The voice continued on in her head. This was foreplay. This was merely the appetizer. Kasumi could take more than this. Much, much more. Don't be afraid of breaking her. You are a hot piece of ass. A true hot piece of ass does not leave a lover unsatiated, even by a single solitary drop. It was a matter of pride, a matter of honour, and these were two things that Ranma understood quite well. Even if that sense of honour was a bit different from others.
By the time Ranma's tongue reached Kasumi's pussy the only thing she could taste was sweetness. And so, when she dove into Kasumi's honeypot, it might as well have tasted that way. Honeyed, sugary sweetness no matter how deep her tongue plunged in.
"Ahhaahahahahaa!" Kasumi's hips buckled and humped into her, forcing Ranma to grab her to keep her steady. It was kinda fun reducing her to this state, you know? And she hadn't broken yet, which was -
"I'm home!"
That was Akane. Ranma pulled away from Kasumi, a loud plop filling the room and she tilted her head to the side. Kasumi, meanwhile, lay there breathing heard, trembling and convulsing as her body still hadn't caught up to the tidal wave of pleasure that had crashed over her over the last hour. Huh? An hour? Had it really been that long? Ranma smacked her lips.
"Hey, Kasumi? Ranma? Are you in here?" Akane asked right outside Kasumi's door. "I swear, if she wound up seducing you, I'm going to be so fucking angry!"
Hey, didn't you promise to tap that, too? The voice inside Ranma's head continued to tempt and lead. Yeah, actually. Ranma had promised exactly that, hadn't she? And so, when the door opened, Ranma rose to her feet, fully expecting an angry tomboy... who wouldn't be angry for very long! Such is the way of the porn thread.
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