This is the story of Lemon Flu a virus that turns everyone into nympo’s, we take you now into Ranma, Ryouga and Akane’s infection.
As they walked, Ranma began to feel lightheaded … and was it getting warm all of a sudden? Things were starting to get a little hazy, too … except for Ryoga in front of her, he was crystal clear — and a fine image of a man, all that training had left him wonderfully sculpted. The heat Ranma was feeling slowly centered between her legs, and she could feel her nipples tingling as they tightened and her loose shirt rubbed against her chest as she walked.
“Ryoga?” she managed to gasp out quietly as they re-entered the yard.
“Yeah?” he responded absentmindedly as he headed toward some chairs by the door to the house.
“Ryoga, look at me,” Ranma demanded, grabbing his arm. Ryoga stopped and turned, and the confused look on his face turned to shock when the petite redhead beside him pulled his head down and kissed him hard on the mouth. Ryoga froze for a long moment, then his arms seemed to rise by themselves to circle his friendly rival and he began to inexpertly return the kiss. Somewhere inside, his mind was screaming at him that this wasn’t Akari, that this was his male rival whatever she looked and felt like — and doesn’t she feel good!, another part of him responded, the part that he had repressed so long but had opened up for the first girl he’d truly loved. Though no one would ever know, he’d been able to resist the Lemon Flu better than anyone else that day, but now that resistance had been shattered and his hands slid up and down Ranma’s back as their mouths parted and their tongues began to wrestle.
Ranma had her own voice in the back of her mind insisting that she was a guy, that this wasn’t ‘manly’, what would her … his mother think if she found out … But that voice was much fainter than Ryoga’s, Ranma had already been in one encounter after another that day, and the effect of the Lemon Flu on her female form had smashed into her out of the blue, with no chance to brace herself even if she’d known she needed to. Even as their tongues entwined, she found herself loosening Ryoga’s pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, running her hands over his tight buns and pulling herself against her rival’s rampant erection. Then Ryoga shifted, slipped, fell, and the two found themselves on the ground, kiss broken, with Ryoga clutching Ranma to his chest.
The passion was broken for a moment as the pair started laughing, but the laughter died quickly as Ryoga started removing the rest of his clothing and Ranma followed suit. Already having his pants and boxers around his ankles Ryoga finished first, and caught the pigtailed girl as she slid off her own pants and boxers and slung her around to the ground and eagerly lay across her with his head at chest level. Ranma gasped and unthinkingly spread her legs wide as Ryoga started nipping, licking and sucking on one of the breasts she had flaunted at him more than once to win their not-so-friendly spars and one hand fondled the other breast while his other hand slid between her legs and along her folds to find them already moist and dripping. A finger slipped up into her and rubbed around, then slipped back out and slid up between her folds and Ranma gave out a slight, breathy, shriek and arched her back as her clit was touched for the first time and a small orgasm ripped through her.
Finally, Ranma could wait no longer as the ache continued to grow through one mini-orgasm after another, and she pushed Ryoga away from her chest, then grabbed his buttocks and tried to pull him up into her. She failed, but what she wanted was clear and Ryoga pushed himself up and, after fumbling about a bit, finally got himself into position and Ranma let out a long, shuddering gasp as she felt the head of his generous cock push past her petals and sink slowly into her soaking womanhood. Ryoga groaned at how tightly her hot tunnel gripped him, then slowly began to pump, each thrust taking him deeper and deeper until he felt his balls bounce against Ranma’s ass. For a moment he paused, bracing himself on his arms and looking down at the sweating, flushed face of his second lover. Then she wrapped her spread-out legs around his waist and squeezed, and he took the hint and again began to plunge in and out of her depths, picking up speed and power with each thrust, his chest rubbing against her quivering, then shaking , breasts.
Pausing, Ryoga looked up and gasped out, “Akane!” while sitting up without pulling out of Ranma’s hot box.
At Ryoga’s shout, Ranma jerked and her pleasure-filled eyes focused again to see the black-hair-bracketed face of the girl she loved looking down at her from where she knelt. “A-Akane?” she whispered fearfully.
“Ranma …” the naked brunette got out, then broke off. She stared at the fearful redhead for a few moments, then bent down for a long kiss. Breaking off from the now stunned Ranma, she looked up at a very surprised Ryoga and asked, “What are you waiting for? Finish her off!” Ranma suddenly laughed and emphasized the order with a jerk of her legs, still wrapped around Ryoga’s back, and he shook off the shock and, reaching down and gripping Ranma’s waist, resumed pounding into her. Akane slipped down and captured a generous breast in her mouth even as a hand slid back to her wet petals. It didn’t take long before Ranma again felt the wave building … and building … and finally it broke and she shrieked, every muscle going rigid, as her pleasure exploded through her. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on Ryoga’s pistoning cock, and that was all it took as his manhood swelled and pumped spurt after spurt of his seed deep inside her.
Slowly, Ranma came down from the height her last and greatest orgasm had sent her to, and gazed blearily up at her two lovers. “W-Wow, that … was … incredible …” she managed to gasp out as the exertions of the long day caught up with her at last and she faded into sleep.
Akane looked down from where she had sat up with Ranma’s final orgasm, staring down at the slumbering, sweat-covered redhead and slipping her fingers out of her own cleft. Wow, is that what I looked like? That was just … wow. She glanced over at an equally sweat-covered Ryoga still kneeling between Ranma’s legs and considered the need that had been building in her as she’d ministered to Ranma’s busty assets, then nodded. “Well, big guy, you up for one more round?” she asked, and when a gaping Ryoga failed to answer her moved over and leaned down to take his limp rod in her mouth, starting to suck as she cleaned it if Ranma’s juices and Royga’s own cum.
She didn’t really know what she was doing, but it didn’t matter much with the effects of the Flu still echoing through them both, and soon Ryoga’s manhood was once again at full extension and Akane whistled softly. “How on earth did you get that monster into Ranma?” she asked, then grinned. “Well, if Ranma could take you I certainly should be able to.” Turning away, she got on her hands and knees and waved her ass at her friend. “Come on, give me what you gave Ranma!” she demanded, and Ryoga hastily moved up behind her and guided his cock to her opening with one hand while gripping a thigh with the other, much more easily this time, and Akane’s jaw dropped as he buried himself to the hilt with a single thrust while his now free hand gripped her other thigh. He was immediately pounding her for all he was worth, and soon the yard echoed to her own shouts and squeals as he jerked her back to meet each vigorous thrust.
But it had been a long day from Akane as well, and her arms gave out and dropped her head to the grass, forehead across one arm while the other arm reached back so her fingers could reach the nub above the cock thrusting into her. Finally, Ryoga’s cock again stiffened even harder and at the sensation of his seed exploding into her, filling her and spilling out to trickle down her legs, Akane’s own final orgasm exploded as well. She collapsed beside the still sleeping Ranma, gasping and shuddering from the aftershocks. Finally the tremors faded, and she reached out to gently brush a lock of hair away from Ranma’s eyes, then pulled herself up against the smaller girl and faded back to sleep herself.
Ryoga looked down at the sleeping couple, then staggered to his feet. Weaving slightly while focusing like a laser on the door of the dojo, he made his way in, then back out with a blanket.
Through bleary eyes, Ranma tried to focus on the face hovering hers and found that she could almost too easily. She could trace each and very line of his visage and there was the oddest urge to just stay and study it. It should have freaked her out but she just wanted to for some reason. At least trying to figure that out kept her from consciously realizing what being in his arms was doing to her body.
Working past suddenly dry lips, she said, “Ryouga?”
Trying to ignore how his name had come out of her mouth as a breathy groan, the Lost Boy asked, “Are you okay Ranma?”
“My whole body… it just aches! I just can’t understand it! I feel like I’m on fire!”
“Damn. I got rid of Kuno and bashed Mousse away, but we’re going to have to get you some place safe. Do you know where… HEY! Are you listening?!”
“…Sorry. I just can’t get… ta focus. I just need ta…”
“What?”
“Do this..,” she whispered and pressed her lips against his in a passionate kiss.
He was staggered as her body shaped to meet the lines of his and she locked lips with his. As she shifted her position, he could feel the hard points that her nipples had become pressing into his chest. Her hands moved of their own accord as they ran along his chest and back, feeling the hard muscles that lay just beneath the tanned skin. In between his legs, hers rubbed up against sensitive points of his body.
Moving back only a little bit from the kiss, she whimpered, “Kami-sama, I can’t believe I’m doin’ this.., but I need ta so bad!”
Taking a couple of deep breaths, Ryouga steeled himself and:
Ryoga moaned as Ranma pressed her buxom little body against his hard manhood and admonished himself that Ranma was really a guy, really his hated rival, really a hot and willing girl, eager to get him into her pants.
No, he blinked, that was wrong! But her body rubbing up against his, the scent of her fluid soaked pussy wafting into his nostrils and the lingering effects of the Lemon Flu inflaming his blood were all too much for the lost boy to resist.
Ranma was lost in need. Her male side might have been sated, but his female side ached with need to be filled with hard manhood and hot fluid. Ryoga was so desirable. He was big, he was muscular, he was … well, he was there. At that point she would have surrendered to even Kuno’s letchery in order to scratch her itch.
“Oh, kami, Ryoga, but I need to have you now!” she moaned as she let her body slide to her knees. Ryoga went rigid as Ranma reached into his trousers and extracted the hard, thick fleshy tube. Then he moaned as Ranma’s wicked mouth set to work.
“This is so wrong,” Ryoga protested weakly, but was unable to make himself pull away.
Ranma smiled to herself. She knew what boys liked. she knew how to bring them to the height of pleasure then leave them hanging. She knew that after a few minutes of sucking and teasing, Ryoga would be ready to plunge into her whole being no matter what.
Nabiki came down the stare to fetch some fruit juice, blinked at the sight of Ranma felating Ryoga then rubbed her crotch for several moments before hurrying to get her camera. She just had to get this on film!
“Kami, I can’t wait any longer,” Ranma moaned as she pulled Ryoga’s cock out of her mouth. “I have got to have you in me now!” She wriggled out of her pants and lay suppline, spreading her legs in open invitation. “Look at this hot pussy,” she moaned as she stroked the pink folds, “how can you resist fucking this hole?”
Ryoga just grunted as he admitted he couldn’t with action. Ranma squealed as her tight snatch was reamed by Ryoga’s cock. “Oh, Kami! Yes! That’s it! Fuck me hard, Ryoga! Do it! Harder! Fuck me, pig boy! Be a man!”
“Shut up, Ranma,” Ryoga growed feverishly. “I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll never want to be a guy again.” Then he set to work at doing so.
“Try it, pig boy,” Ranma challenged. “I bet I arhe… I can make you ohh… come first.”
“Oh, yeah!? We’ll see uh… about that,” Ryoga snarled.
Nabiki worked her camera one handed as she snapped off roll after roll. Pictures of Ranma getting her pussy filled with cock would sell like hotcakes. Every guy in school would want one and dream that maybe they stood a chance of getting a little piece of red-head pie. Who knew, she thought, may they actually stood a chance when Ryoga got threw with her. He certainly seemed to be giving her a jolly hard rogering. It looked like fun. She wished that she was in Ranma’s place.
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