69

Okay. The sooner he got her off, the sooner he could get her off him, right? But no sooner had his index had entered her, he broke contact with her mouth to look at her bedroom door. His trained senses probed for any sign that anybody outside had any suspicion of what was happening in here.

“Oh,mmyeah,Mas--” Ranma’s free hand shot up to cover her cries of pleasure. How was he going to handle this?!!

“Nabiki,” he whispered intensely, “give me a blowjob. And, and I’ll…” Ranma didn’t know about the 69 position, so, in his desperation, he came up with what was an original idea to him, “I’ll take care of,” he nodded towards, “your pussy.”

A squeal escaped into his palm. She was so pleased at being mastered she let go of his balls.

But sex **** slut as she was, she was still intelligent enough to know Ranma wasn’t. He had a lot to learn about being a master. And sex. She pulled him to her bed. She did know about the 69 position.

With her mouth shut, she got him to lay down beside her. She then licked and nipped at his palm. He frowned. “You promise not to say anything?” When she nodded, Ranma let her go.

She immediately swung herself around to attack his penis with a “Yumm.” She broke her word. Or did she? With her mouth filled with his dick, she continued to make inarticulate sounds of pleasure and contentment. At least they were as muffled as Ranma wanted them to be.

*Mmmn,ngh! Hymm...hm,hm...slurp,smack...hhhm,yhmm! Mnnn...*

He kept his word and moved his finger, then a couple of fingers, into and around Nabiki’s soppy, snickling wet pussy. But he was thinking how to keep her mouth stuffed with his dick when she came and really wanted to, he was afraid, cry out in pleasure. The best answer was to break his promise and use his hands. He would have to make up for the loss by doing to her sex what she was going to his, er, in reverse, his tongue filling a hole, not her hole being filled. Again, to Ranma, this was original thinking.

Then he realized that his “natural” dick wouldn’t provide much of a plug. He had to harden it. Being a martial artist with extraordinary control over his body, he was soon redirecting blood into his dick until it was becoming a cock. It was so thick, it was sure to make an effective plug.

*Mnngh-Haah! Yah-hmm! Ah! Gho-ngh-aah…*

As she made those new noises, he, for the first time, was tempted to make his own. Hmmrrm, here was something he hadn’t considered, something he hadn’t experienced much: His cock’s nerve ending were now more sensitive to stimulation. And Nabiki was bound and determined to stimulate it as best she could! What else would she do; she was his sex ****. “That genie!” Ranma growled into Nabiki’s crotch.

That was the final straw that sent her over the edge: “Eeyah! That’s mnNGH-” Ranma thrust deep into her while he pressed her against himself. His senses were alive to Nabiki’s condition, not wanting to suffocate or injure her. He was also alive to her orgasm and the intense pleasure she was getting from it. All the warning stories and his training fought against his wanting what she was having, what he had missed out on having all these years since he had reached puberty! (And, then, there were the various treatments Genma had tried on his star and only student in an attempt to keep his mind focused on what was really important and not become anywhere near the - shudder - pervert his old martial arts master, Happosai, had been.)