Robo-Ranma's First Handjob

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” you tell her.

Ranma grumbles and seems like she’ll protest, but finally straightens her foot-shorter body away from your 2/3rd’s erection, saying, “Just that I’ve seen dicks before. Lots of times. Pop even had me train at the Japanese branch of the Mount Olympus Wrestlin’ School where all the guys had to fight without any clothes on.”

“Interesting. We’ll have to try that sometime.”

“It was all GUYS; no mixed grapplin’,” she frowns back at you. Perhaps the busty cutie is thinking of holds only you would be able to do while she was a girl.

You put your hand on the back of her head (the martial artist wants to react, but doesn’t) and return her sight to where you want it. “You’ve seen others, but were any as hard as this one?”

“They were ignored in the public baths - and beaten back down by the whole class!” The tone of her voice tells you the choice she would choose if she had her choice.

“Well, you’re going to beat mine until I cum, aren’t you?”

Again she grumbles. But instead of arguing, she places her hand on your prick. It feels her fighting back a flinch. Her face is fighting back disgust. Her small, silkish hand mechanically move the parts they grip back and forth. It feels great, though, of course. You want to prolong this first time; instead of closing your eyes and losing yourself in the feeling, you keep them open. You focus on the cute redhead’s face. That really was part of your enjoyment. The reason you chose this roboslut was because she isn’t programmed to be a slut. (That would come as she was reprogrammed by just being around you.) No: She thought she was really male but a man among men cursed to be in a woman’s body. And what a body!

Suddenly she got a wicked grin. “I’m gonna roast your chestnuts - Kachū Tenshin Amaguriken!” And her hand and your precious cock became a blur!