oral lessons

"Morning Ranma-chan......I got up early and pick up some of your favorite breakfast," Hiroshi murmured, gesturing toward a steaming bento box filled with takoyaki arranged in careful circles—her go-to order from the stall near Furinkan High School. The scent of fried batter and octopus curled through the stale air of the bedroom.

"Hey I know this is all very hard for you....but you're doing really well......for someone who was a guy," Hiroshi added with a nervous chuckle, pushing the bento closer. Ranma stared at the food—her stomach growled traitorously, but the way Hiroshi's eyes kept darting to her bare shoulders where the blanket slipped down made her skin crawl. She yanked the fabric higher just as Daisuke stirred awake, blinking blearily before his gaze locked onto her with unsettling focus.

"Did you sleep okay?" Daisuke asked.

"It was fine," Ranma muttered, keeping her eyes fixed on the bento box to avoid their stares. The takoyaki smelled heavenly—too good for this situation—but her pride warred with hunger pangs. When Hiroshi nudged it closer, she snatched it up with a glare and shoveled a piece into her mouth without grace, chewing aggressively.

Daisuke stretched with exaggerated nonchalance, the hem of his shirt riding up to reveal the waistband of his boxers—Ranma caught herself staring for a fraction of a second before looking away, disgusted at her own curiosity. Hiroshi noticed though; his smirk deepened as he tapped his phone screen. "So... Happosai wants us to focus on 'oral' today.....but like we said, we'll go easy on you." The words dripped with false reassurance, underscored by the unmistakable bulge tenting his pajama pants.

Ranma choked on her takoyaki, the fried ball lodging in her throat as Daisuke patted her back too intimately. "Easy there," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. She recoiled, coughing violently—only for Hiroshi to press a water bottle into her shaking hands. The condensation dripped onto her borrowed sleep shirt, the fabric clinging to her chest in a way that made both boys' gazes linger.

The bento box clattered onto the floor when Ranma shoved Hiroshi away, octopus balls scattering across the tatami. "Like hell I'm doing *that*," she hissed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Daisuke sighed dramatically, rolling onto his knees to crawl toward her—the morning sunlight catching the predatory gleam in his eyes as his fingers brushed the hem of her borrowed sleep-shirt.

"Ranma-chan~" Daisuke cooed, his voice sticky-sweet like syrup, "you *already* came on our fingers twice yesterday." His thumb hooked under the fabric, exposing a sliver of bare stomach that made Hiroshi's breath hitch. "How much worse could a mouth be?"

"And besides.....the longer you hold out on the training...the longer you'll stay here....in your girl form," Hiroshi added, his fingers drumming along his thigh with restless energy. Ranma's pulse spiked—six days trapped like this was already unbearable. "As long as you 'pass' our test..." His hand slid down to palm himself through his pajamas, "...Happosai might let you turn back sooner.""So...get cleaned up.....and we'll start our oral session with you this morning.....don't worry.....I've been watching a lot of tutorials," Hiroshi said with a grin, tapping his phone where a porn video thumbnail glowed—some busty actress was getting eaten out by two guys. Ranma's stomach lurched at the sight, her breakfast threatening to come back up. Daisuke chuckled as he grabbed the scattered takoyaki, popping one into his mouth.

Ranma stood abruptly, kicking the blanket off—only to realize Hiroshi's eyes were glued to her bare legs. She yanked down her sleep-shirt, which barely covered her thighs. "Bathroom," she snapped, shoving past them before either could react. The bathroom door slammed shut, the lock clicking with finality. Leaning against the sink, Ranma gripped the porcelain until her knuckles whitened, staring at her reflection—flushed cheeks, sleep-mussed hair, the faintest bruise forming on her collarbone where Hiroshi had bitten too hard yesterday.

She told herself....to toughen up...she agreed to this....she needed to get it over with...but the thought of being eaten out by these two losers made her stomach twist. And worst of all......their probably going to make her suck them off too.......Ranma could already see herself giving a blowjob....a fistful of her own hair being used to guide her head back and forth......her gag reflexes tightening around some pathetic schoolboys cock.......Ranma shook her head violently....she needed to get this humiliation over with.

She turned the shower on....cold water......to wake herself up......she looked down at her female body......fucking curse.....she hated it.....but more than that.....she hated how her body responded to their touches yesterday......that was completely out of her control......she couldn't stop her pussy from getting wet.....she couldn't hold back her moans......she hated herself for cumming on their fingers......twice.....She was Ranma Saotome......a man......who just happened to change into a woman......but she was still a man at heart.......right? Right?

Ranma-chan stepped out of the shower......she didn't dry herself off much......just enough so she wasn't dripping wet......but she wanted to delay the inevitable......she was gonna get eaten out......and she was gonna suck them off......she knew it......and she hated herself for not being able to stop it......but she had to play along......for now......just until she figured out a way out of this......just until she could get her hands on those photos and videos......just until she could get her strength back......then she'd make them pay......but for now......she had to endure......

She opened the bathroom door.....the boys were shocked that she was completely naked......water droplets still running down her curves......her nipples hardened from the cold air......her pussy glistening slightly......she was completely exposed......her face was stoic......but her hands trembled slightly at her sides.

"Let's get this over with," Ranma muttered through clenched teeth, her voice barely above a whisper. The carpet fibers prickled against her bare soles as she **** herself forward—each step sending droplets cascading from her thighs onto the floor. Daisuke's chopstick clattered onto his abandoned bento box when she stopped between them.

Guiding her to lay on the couch.......Hiroshi kneeled in front of Ranma....her thighs spread oh so slowly........Daisuke meanwhile kneeled beside her and began kneading Ranma's breast with both hands.....teasing her nipples between his fingers....Ranma just looked away and tried to ignore what was happening as Hiroshi slowly leaned forward......his breath hot against her inner thighs......Ranma's breath hitched slightly as Hiroshi kissed her thigh softly......his lips trailing upwards......his tongue suddenly flicking against her clit......Ranma gasped....her legs twitching involuntarily.

Daisuke smirked as one hand pinched Ranma's nipple while the other slid down her stomach......his fingers tracing her hipbone before dipping between her legs......his fingertips brushing Hiroshi's tongue as they both worked Ranma's pussy.....Ranma's hips bucked slightly as Hiroshi's tongue circled her clit faster......her hands gripping the couch cushions......her nipples hard and sensitive under Daisuke's teasing fingers......her breath coming in short gasps.

Hiroshi groaned against her, the vibrations sending an unexpected jolt through Ranma's body......her toes curling against the cushions......her thighs tensing around Hiroshi's head......Daisuke chuckled......"She's already dripping......look at her......" Ranma's face burned......her pussy throbbing under their combined attention......she hated how good it felt......hated how her body arched into Daisuke's touch when he slipped two fingers inside her......hated the wet sound of Hiroshi's mouth working her clit......hated how close she already was.

Her breath hitched when Daisuke suddenly twisted his fingers just right—stars bursting behind her eyelids......she bit her lip hard enough to taste copper......but a broken moan escaped anyway......her hips jerking uncontrollably......Hiroshi's grip tightened on her thighs......his tongue relentless......Ranma's vision blurred......she was gonna cum again......already......she couldn't stop it......her muscles coiled tight......her fingers tearing at the cushions......she tried to hold back......tried to fight it......but Daisuke crooked his fingers just so......and Hiroshi sucked her clit between his teeth—

Ranma's back arched violently......a strangled scream tearing from her throat......her entire body shaking......wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her......Daisuke kept fingering her through it......drawing it out......her legs trembling wildly......her pussy clamping down on his fingers......wetness soaking Hiroshi's chin......She collapsed back......dazed......panting......chest heaving......her fingers limp......her limbs heavy......she hated herself......hated how her body betrayed her......hated how good it felt......

The boys had expected Ranma to put up more of a fight—but she had lost herself completely in the throes of her orgasm, chest still rising and falling rapidly, lips slightly parted as she tried to catch her breath. Daisuke withdrew his fingers slowly, watching with fascination as her slick gleamed in the morning light. He wiped them deliberately on Ranma's thigh—she flinched but didn't pull away, her muscles still quivering from the aftershocks.

Hiroshi and Dai were already rock hard.....partly just from touching the sexy redhead...but mostly from watching her submit to them......Ranma was lost in her own haze....as she slowly came down from her orgasm.....she hadn't noticed until she felt Hiroshi's hands lifting her limp frame to sit up.....they offered her water..."how you feeling?" Dai asked......Ranma didn't answer.....still catching her breath.....

Hiroshi smirked as Ranma's legs twitched involuntarily when he traced a finger down her inner thigh......her body still hypersensitive......but she didn't stop him......she was too tired......too out of it......too confused.....and worst of all.....her body......her traitorous female body......wanted more......and it scared her.....scared her more than any fight ever could......

Daisuke wanted a taste of Ranma's perfectly bald dripping wet pussy......**** his way between her thighs, his own excitement evident through his pajama pants. His tongue slid along her folds slowly, savoring the mix of her arousal and Hiroshi's spit—Ranma's fingers dug into the couch again, her breath hitching as another wave of unwanted pleasure built. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to react, but the second orgasm hit harder than the first—her thighs clamped around Daisuke's head instinctively as her back arched off the cushions.

She barely even noticed Hiroshi's dangling cock.....brushing the side of her elbow as he had somehow removed his pants and kissing, sucking and fondling her tits while she was distracted with Daisuke's tongue deep in her tunnel. Ranma's entire body trembled violently—her arms shaking as she locked them stiffly at her sides, refusing to touch either boy even as pleasure coiled tighter in her gut. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes when Daisuke hummed against her clit, the vibrations ricocheting through her oversensitive nerves.

Hiroshi would help the girl sit up and eventually guide Ranma to kneel between Daisuke's thighs. "That's it Ranma.....once we get this over with you'll be done for the day....." Hiroshi said as he ran his fingers through her damp red hair. Ranma hesitated, staring at Dai's cock.....the reality of this moment hitting her.....she was about to suck off her friend.....Ranma clenched her fists.....her nails digging into her palms.....but she leaned forward......her lips parted slightly.....her breath shaky......Daisuke groaned as Ranma's warm breath ghosted over the tip.

She hesitated again......her body trembling......her stomach twisting......she couldn't believe she was about to do this......but she had to......for now......Ranma closed her eyes......and took Daisuke into her mouth......her tongue flat against the underside of his shaft......her lips tight around him......Daisuke gasped......his hands immediately gripping Ranma's hair......"Fuck......Ranma...." he moaned.....his fingers tightening in her locks.

Daisuke and Hiroshi shot each other a look—half disbelief, half predatory triumph—as Ranma's lips stretched around the head of Daisuke's cock. Her nose wrinkled at the musky scent clinging to his skin, the taste of salt and precum heavy on her tongue. She gagged immediately, her throat clamping down reflexively, as she pulled away with a wet cough.

"Easy," Hiroshi murmured, his fingers massaging her scalp in a mockery of comfort. "Just use your tongue and get used the shape of it first..." Ranma's jaw ached as she **** herself forward again, her lips sealing around the swollen tip—Daisuke's ragged exhale vibrated through her skull. The tang of precum flooded her senses when he twitched against her tongue, her gag reflex threatening again as he slid deeper.

"That's it........work the head and the shaft......sucking it but not too hard.......yes just like that......." Hiroshi murmured, his fingers toying with her clit and the other squeezing her tit as Ranma hollowed her cheeks around Daisuke's length. Ranma's shoulders tensed as Daisuke's grip tightened in her hair—forcing her deeper with each bob of her head until her nose was barely touching his pubes....and right when Hiroshi would find her g spot...Ranma would moan with her mouth full of cock...Daisuke would groan loudly.....and Hiroshi smirked knowing Ranma was slipping further into pleasure beyond her control.

Daisuke had nearly cum right then and there when Ranma moaned around his cock—the vibrations of her throat sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. Hiroshi didn't let up, fingers circling her clit with torturous precision while his other hand kneaded her breast, thumb flicking her stiffened nipple. "Can you still touching me—ahh—" Ranma tried to jerk away, but Daisuke's grip in her hair held firm, forcing her to take him deeper as Hiroshi growled, "Don't stop now."

Ranma's jaw ached, her throat burning, tears spilling down her cheeks—yet her pussy clenched around nothing, the emptiness amplifying each brush of Hiroshi's fingers. A whine escaped her when Daisuke suddenly thrust upward, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, spit dripping down his shaft, her body trembling as she fought not to pull away.

"Hey I told you to stop touching me!" Ranma spat the words around Daisuke's cock, pulling back just enough to speak before coughing violently—her throat raw from the intrusion.

"OK Ranma-chan, relax," Hiroshi murmured, though his fingers didn't stop circling her clit—slow, deliberate strokes that kept her hypersensitive flesh pulsing. "Just focus on sucking Dai-kun nicely, yeah?" Daisuke groaned in agreement, his hips twitching upward when Ranma instinctively tightened her lips around him again. The vibrations of her frustrated growl traveled straight to his cock, his fingers spasming in her hair.

Ranma's arms shook where she braced herself against Daisuke's thighs, every ragged inhale through her nose carrying the musk of sweaty skin and precum. She bobbed her head up and down like a puppet on strings—mechanical, efficient—as Hiroshi finally let go if her pussy but continued to massage her tits from behind. Daisuke's thighs tensed under her palms, signaling his impending climax, and Ranma steeled herself—but nothing could've prepared her for the guttural groan that ripped from his throat as he came.

Hot spurts flooded her mouth, the bitter-salt taste making her recoil, but Daisuke clamped both hands on her head, forcing her to swallow convulsively while he kept thrusting shallowly against her tongue. Ranma gagged, tears streaking her flushed cheeks, until he finally released her with a wet pop. She collapsed forward onto her hands, coughing spit and cum onto the carpet, her whole body trembling.

Daisuke slumped back, panting, his spent cock glistening under the morning light—Ranma's saliva still connecting her swollen lips to the tip in thin, breaking strands. The taste lingered thick on her tongue, metallic and sour, making her stomach lurch as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her knuckles whitened against the carpet fibers, her breath ragged, but before she could even process the violation, Daisuke would hand her a towel and say "good job."

Hiroshi's fingers traced Ranma's spine, making her flinch—every nerve still alight. "You took him so well," he murmured, voice dripping with false praise. His thumbs dug into the dimples of her lower back as he leaned closer, his erection pressing against her hip. "I was going to go down on you again...before it's my turn.......what do you think? You want another orgasm?"

Ranma's stomach twisted, her body still thrumming with aftershocks. She hated how her thighs instinctively pressed together at the suggestion—how her clit gave a traitorous pulse. "No," she rasped, throat raw. The word came out weaker than she intended.

Hiroshi's chuckle vibrated against her shoulder blade as he nuzzled the damp hair at her nape. "Liar," he murmured, hands sliding around to palm her breasts. Ranma shuddered when his thumbs brushed her peaked nipples—so sensitive now that even the air stung. "Your pussy's still twitching. You want it."

"Do you want a blowjob or not...I said no..." Ranma gritted out, her voice wrecked—hoarse from crying and cock. Yet her traitorous body arched slightly into Hiroshi's touch, nipples stiffening further under his palms. The contradiction burned worse than the cum still coating her tongue.

The boys would enjoy her choice of words—the unintended implication that she’d accepted this as inevitable. Daisuke wiped himself lazily with Ranma’s discarded towel before tossing it aside........Hiroshi would take Daisuke's position on the couch......his cock already slick with precum......Ranma staring at it with dull horror as he stroked himself a few times.

Ranma's throat still burned from the first violation—her lips felt swollen, her jaw throbbed. She swallowed reflexively at the sight of Hiroshi’s cock twitching in his fist, her stomach roiling with the phantom taste of salt and bitterness. She told herself to get this over with—just another thing to endure as she planned her ****.....she would reach for his cock mechanically, her fingers brushing the veined shaft...

Hiroshi groaned before she could even begin, hips jerking upward into her tentative touch. "That's it Ranma-chan......your hands are so soft....." His breath hitched as her fingers wrapped around him—too loose, deliberately avoiding proper friction. She focused on the frayed stitching of the couch cushion inches away, the way Hiroshi's thigh muscles flexed beneath her knee, anything but the heat pulsing against her palm.

Daisuke gave Hiroshi a thumbs up from behind Ranma......he had a perfect view of round shapely ass as she kneeled......the slight tremor in Ranma's thighs betraying her exhaustion......Hiroshi groaned as Ranma's fingers tightened around his shaft......her thumb swiping clumsily across the leaking tip......"Jesus......your hands......" His hips bucked upward......his cock harder that it has ever been in his life......"Now your mouth...........like you did with Dai....."

Ranma hesitated......the taste of Daisuke still coating her tongue......her fingers flexed around Hiroshi's girth......she could feel his pulse thrumming beneath the skin......hot......alive......She inhaled sharply through her nose......the scent of musk and sweat overwhelming......Before she could steel herself......Hiroshi's hand tangled in her hair......pulling her forward......The first brush of her lips against his cockhead sent a visible shiver through him......his knuckles whitening where he gripped the couch......

Ranma couldn't wait for this to end....she decided to do this quick......her lips sealed tight around Hiroshi's tip......her tongue flattening against the frenulum......she bobbed mechanically......the wet sounds making her stomach churn......Hiroshi groaned louder than Daisuke had......his thighs tensing beneath her knees......"Fuck......your mouth......" His fingers spasmed in her hair......forcing her down further with each stroke......

Daisuke held up his phone camera and recorded from behind Ranma, how her head bounced rhythemically between Hiroshi's thighs, her muscular back still rosy from exertion, sweat glistening along her shoulder blades. Hiroshi gasped, watching Daisuke film, and took hold of her ponytail—using it like a leash—and watched in amazement how Ranma-chan was bobbing up and down his shaft as if she had been doing for years...

Daisuke got a close up of her ass before zooming in on where her lips stretched obscenely around Hiroshi's cock—each bob of her head made a wet *pop* as she pulled back just enough to avoid gagging, her rhythm was perfect and Hiroshi was losing control fast, eyes rolling back as precum leaked onto her tongue. Ranma focused on breathing through her nose, the scent of Hiroshi’s arousal thick and musky—her own saliva dripped down his shaft, pooling at the base where his balls tightened. She could feel him twitching against her palate, the veins along his cock pulsing under her lips, and she knew he was close.

"Wait—wait—" Hiroshi suddenly gasped, his grip on her ponytail tightening but it was too late—his hips jerked erratically off the couch as hot spurts flooded Ranma’s mouth. She choked, the sheer volume catching her off guard, her throat convulsing involuntarily around him as he groaned through clenched teeth. Strings of cum leaked past her sealed lips, dripping down her chin onto her own bare thighs—warm and thick, the bitter aftertaste already clinging to her tongue.

Daisuke kept filming, zooming in as Hiroshi’s softening cock finally slipped free with a wet sound, Ranma’s chest heaving as she fought not to gag. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, not noticing Daisuke adjusting his angle to capture the way her fingers trembled—how cum streaked her collarbone when she shuddered violently. The camera’s shutter clicked softly as he snapped a close-up of her reddened lips still parted around ragged breaths, saliva and seed glistening under the light.

Hiroshi slumped back, panting, he just got blown by Ranma-chan...this was something he'd dreamed of since middle school. His softening cock twitched against his thigh as he watched Ranma spit the last of his cum into the towel Daisuke tossed her—her nose wrinkled, throat working like she might vomit. Daisuke finally put the camera away...knowing that he now had everything he needed. He smirked at Hiroshi who was still catching his breath..."Told you she'd be good at it..."

"She made you cum in like 2 minutes," Daisuke snorted, stretching his arms behind his head as Hiroshi's cheeks flushed crimson. Ranma got up and walked straight to the bathroom without a word—legs shaky, her thighs still sticky with sweat and traces of cum.

The bathroom door slammed shut hard enough to rattle the medicine cabinet. Ranma gripped the sink's porcelain edge, her reflection showing swollen lips and smudged eyelashes. The rhythmic dripping of the showerhead counted seconds as she stared at the droplets beading on the tiled wall—each one a mocking echo of the wet sounds still ringing in her skull. Her fingers trembled against the faucet handle when she turned the water ice-cold, not bothering to wait for steam before stepping under the punishing spray.

Did she really do what she just did? Ranma stared blankly at the bathroom tiles as freezing water needled her skin, her mind replaying the last hour in jagged fragments—the taste of salt and musk still clinging to the back of her throat. She scrubbed her mouth with the side of her hand until her lips burned raw, but the phantom pressure of Hiroshi's cock pressing against her palate refused to fade.

Ranma took an extra long shower....not wanting to see the boys again.....but she had to.....she let her mind drift away as the cold water numbed her skin.....the chill was almost comforting compared to the heat and sweat of earlier. She scrubbed hard—too hard—with the soap until her skin turned pink, trying to erase every trace of them. The water sluiced between her thighs, carrying away the remnants of their violation, but nothing could wash away the memory of Hiroshi's fingers circling her clit or Daisuke's grip in her hair.