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An Experienced Woman (Ranma 1/2)
🕑 Added 2017-07-08 19:01:00 +0000 UTC Patron RequestThemes: Genderbending, Consensual, Teaching, 69ing
Word Count: 2,952
Summary: In a world where Kasumi is a very different sort of woman, Ranma ends up checking off all of her boxes. The oldest Tendo daughter ends up marrying the young martial artists. The stamina combined with the male and female forms... its all a very freaky Kasumi ever wanted in a partner.
An Experienced Woman
Ranma Saotome sat seiza beside his father, lips pursed together and eyes in his tea cup. They were in the home of Genma’s old friend Soun Tendo, a fellow practitioner of the Anything-Goes school of Martial Arts that Ranma had been raised in. And they were here, because Genma and Soun had decided a long time ago that their children would marry in order to combine their two schools.
But quite frankly, the dark haired martial artist just wasn’t sure this was the best idea. He’d seen the Tendo dojo on their way in. The place was empty and destitute. Not only did it look like Ranma would have to put in a ton of work in order to make something of the dojo he was supposed to be marrying into, the young man had spent his entire life as a wandering martial artist.
To put roots down now, marry, have kids, and teach snot nosed brats that didn’t respect his art how to throw proper kicks and punches… it rankled at Ranma something fierce. But his father had made a contract with this friend of his, and it was up to Ranma to honor it. A sudden satisfied sigh tore Ranma from his thoughts as Genma smacked his lips and set down his empty tea cup, smiling over at the Tendo Patriarch.
“Right then. Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, bring out your eldest daughter Soun! I think it’s high past time she and Ranma meet, don’t you?”
Ranma’s eyes narrowed as he watched Tendo pale. The man didn’t actually seem all that more excited about this than Ranma himself was. Letting out a titter of nervous laughter, Soun tugged a little at his collar.
“Ah, yes, well… my eldest daughter is not a martial artist. She is older than Ranma by a few years as well. However, my youngest is trained in the art though and she is closer to Ranma’s age. Perhaps they would be the better match.”
Genma seemed taken aback by that, his brow furrowing in confusion but ultimately he just shrugged.
“If it’s as you say, I suppose I don’t mind.”
Ranma was already annoyed and a bit disgruntled. Hearing them talking about just who he was marrying kind of pissed him off though. With a growl, the young martial artist interjected.
“Oi, pops, don’t I get any say in this? There’s no reason to talk about me like I’m not here!”
The two friends looked to Ranma and then at each other… then they proceeded to ignore him entirely, causing Ranma to let out a snarl and storm out of the room as they continued to discuss details.
-x-X-x-
It wasn’t until later that night during dinner that Ranma and his father finally got to sit down with the entire Tendo family. Soun sat at the head of the table while across from the two Saotomes, all three daughters sat arrayed. Ranma wasn’t really interested in any of them, especially not the youngest that his father and the Tendo Patriarch were trying to set him up with. He’d seen the girl in the dojo earlier. The difference in their training and their skill levels… it was almost depressing.
As they all ate, Tendo broke the silence.
“So then, I’m thinking holding the ceremony between Ranma and Akane in a month would be best.”
This was directed at Genma, but all three girls had heard… and considering none of them had even been told why the Saotomes were here yet, there was a bit of an explosion. Ranma just kept eating, more than a little disgruntled over it but being ignored earlier had left him averse to giving his opinion if it wasn’t even going to be acknowledged.
He listened with one ear as he ate, a little pleased that Soun and Genma weren’t able to blow off the three Tendo women as easily as they had him. Akane was of course opposed to it, while Nabiki and Kasumi were simply blindsided and confused; trying to figure out what was going on. Soun was forced to explain the situation to his three girls, with Genma a little miffed that his friend had never told them that one of them would be marrying his son BEFORE now.
Ranma thought it almost seemed like the Tendo Patriarch hadn’t been planning on Genma ever holding him to his end of the bargain. The situation certainly read that way. Of course, Genma was too blind to say that, trusting Soun when the other man told him it was simply an oversight and he had every intention of marrying their two schools the entire time.
The girls had fallen silent, trying and failing to process this bombshell. Ranma thought that the youngest, the one he was supposed to marry, looked the worst over what she’d just learned. It was to be expected, since her life would be changed the most given it was HER marriage that they were planning… but then it was also his wasn’t it? And she didn’t have to look so disturbed and disgusted by the thought of marrying him, really.
“Mm, but what if I want to marry Ranma father?”
Silence fell over the table as all eyes turned to the eldest Tendo daughter. Kasumi was a beautiful developed young woman. At nineteen years old, she was practically an adult, but not quite ready to strike out on her own… or, Ranma privately thought, Soun wasn’t ready to let his eldest go since she apparently did everything around here.
Still, the look on Kasumi’s face as she smiled at everyone else in the room… for some reason it sent shivers down Ranma’s spine. Furrowing his brow, he glanced at his father and then at Soun. The Tendo Patriarch was frozen solid, the color having fled his face as his eyes widened.
“O-Oh? Why would you want to d-do that Kasumi? Ranma is a martial artist after all. A-and he’s a little young isn’t he? Akane and he are the same age after all…”
The smile on Kasumi’s face spreads a little wider and she looks at Ranma. Licking her lips, the eldest Tendo Daughter’s eyes trail up and down what she can see of his body, trailing over his bulging muscles beneath the shirt he’s wearing.
“Ah, Ranma can you answer a couple questions for me?”
The silence at the dinner table is eerie, but Ranma finds himself shrugging and nodding.
“Sure?”
“Martial artists… they have a lot of stamina don’t they? You have a lot of stamina, is what I mean to ask.”
Ranma nodded slowly.
“Yeah, I guess? I mean, pops and I have been traveling together since before I could walk and ever since I took my first step I’ve had to carry my own. Takes a lot to tire me out, definitely!”
Kasumi’s grin widened imperceptibly further.
“And, earlier you transformed into a beautiful crimson haired young man. That is a… curse? You switch between male and female at will?”
Here, Ranma blushed and scowled. Trust damnable water and his stupid pops to fuck up his first impression on the Tendo daughters. Still, Kasumi had witnessed everything that had happened earlier so there wasn’t much Ranma could do but reaffirm what she saw with a long sigh and another nod.
“… Yes, I turn into a girl when hit by cold water and turn into a boy with hot. It’s all pop’s fault, throwing me into that stupid cursed spring.”
But instead of disgust like Akane has been expressing, Kasumi just smiles wider.
“Excellent. I’ll take him father. Akane should be allowed to find true love. If our families MUST be joined, I will gladly take up the burden.”
And that was the end of it, much to the shock of the Saotome men. Ranma had expected at least token protest from Soun, but all the Tendo Patriarch had done was give him an unexplainable pitying look and then he’d acquiesced to his daughter’s demands. When Genma had tried to speak up, more than likely to point out that Kasumi was not properly trained in their art, Soun kicked his friend under the table, HARD.
That had started a bit of a physical tussle between the two, but in the end it was settled that night and Ranma found himself marrying Kasumi within the week rather than the month. The young woman had been QUITE eager and Ranma had found himself in too much of a daze to protest too strongly. The ceremony was over before the martial artist even figured out what was going on and then he and Kasumi were in a small hotel on their honeymoon.
-x-X-x-
Ranma sat on the edge of the bed, listening as the shower suddenly turned off. A moment later, the door to the bath opened and Kasumi stepped out into the bedroom proper. Ranma’s eyes widened and he straightened up as he looked upon the beautiful curvaceous body of his new wife. She was dripping wet and as she padded across the floor to him, it was clear Kasumi had foregone a towel on purpose.
A coy smile was on Kasumi’s face as she slowly fell to her knees in front of him where he sat on the bed.
“Hello Ranma. Do you like what you see?”
Swallowing hard, the martial artist simply nodded in response, not trusting himself to speak. Quite frankly, Kasumi was the first woman Ranma had ever truly fallen in absolute lust with. It helped that after that dinner, she’d spent the next two weeks with him every single day, laying hands on his body in comforting and sometimes scandalous ways, kissing first his forehead and then his lips. She’d acclimated him to her presence and Ranma had been unable to keep from getting aroused when the older more experienced woman had taken him in hand and showed him more love and affection than he’d ever gotten from anyone else.
Now, here she was, knelt between his legs. Her full breasts were completely on display and Ranma found his eyes drawn to them even as Kasumi reached out with her hands and undid the ties holding up his pants, reaching into them and his undergarments to pull out his half-hard cock. Her eyes lit up in delight when she laid eyes on it and before anything else, the beauty leaned forward and placed a peck on the tip of his prick.
It jumped in her grasp and Kasumi giggled, beginning to stroke up and down along his length with unbelievably smooth palms as Ranma flushed red and gasped for breath. Looking up at him, Kasumi’s eyes fluttered seductively and she smiled a wide smirk.
“Do you know why I chose to marry you Ranma?”
Ranma swallowed thickly and then shook his head in a silent no. Because really, it had been Kasumi’s choice in the end. He didn’t know why, but he did know that Soun Tendo would not go against his eldest daughter’s wishes and when she’d declared that she would be the Tendo daughter to marry Ranma, her younger sisters and father had immediately capitulated. His own father had taken a bit more convincing but in the end, they were still wed.
Kasumi just grinned a little wider, laying more kisses along the sides of Ranma’s prodigious growing length.
“It’s very simple my dear husband. I am a woman with certain needs. Luckily, you are uniquely suited to satisfy them. But first, allow me to satisfy you.”
And then her mouth was over his member and Ranma was groaning as she sucked him in between her lips. Kasumi was an expert cocksucker, though Ranma did not know that. What he did know was that he’d never felt anything quite like this before as the woman bobbed her head up and down along his thickening length. Ranma at his full size was truly quite large and Kasumi hummed appreciatively in the back of her throat as she took as much of him into her mouth as possible.
When she suddenly pulled back, a dismayed sound of confusion and protest left Ranma, before Kasumi giggled and stood up, pushing the younger man onto his back on the bed and climbing on after him. A moment later, she was leaning over him, using one hand to steady herself and the other to grab hold of his meat pole, slowly sliding it up inside of her as she forced her hips down at the same time.
“A-ah, Ranma… you’re the largest I’ve ever had.”
Ranma blushed at the praise. Kasumi was incredibly tight as she held him inside of her for a brief moment, smiling down at him and simply sitting there impaled on his cock.
“Y-you feel really good too Kasumi.”
The smile widened into a hungry grin.
“When you say things like that Ranma… I want to do more~”
And then, the eldest Tendo daughter began to move and Ranma’s eyes widened as Kasumi’s hips bounced up and down faster and faster along his shaft. She didn’t pause or relent for even a second; instead she did the exact opposite and sped up. Lustful moans and cries of pleasure began to leave Kasumi’s mouth as she rode Ranma’s massive cock. Ranma couldn’t quite keep the groans from leaving his own throat, his hands closing around her hips and his body thrusting up to meet her almost instinctively.
If this was what sex was like, Ranma wanted to do it ALL the time. He could hardly believe he’d been missing out on this. Kasumi was so beautiful, her face red with exertion and her delicious tits bouncing and jiggling along with the rest of her curvy body as she took him for the rid of his life. The woman wasn’t a martial artist, but Ranma definitely thought she had her own strength to her.
The first time Kasumi came, she came hard around Ranma’s thick prick, clenching down as she rode out the orgasm, her entire body shaking and spasming for the duration. Once that climax was over though, Kasumi went right back to fucking the ever living hell out of Ranma, until ultimately the long-lasting martial artist grunted and felt something coming.
“K-Kasumi…”
It was all he needed to say. His wife smiled and leaned down, kissing him deeply on the lips and sticking her tongue down his throat for a moment before pulling back and nodding to him.
“Do it Ranma. Inside. Cum inside my needy womb, please.”
It was all the encouragement that the young man needed and a moment later he came hard, filling up her cunt with his seed and painting her inner walls white with his cum. Panting hard, the martial artist licked his lips, still tasting Kasumi’s own lips on his mouth as the older woman rode out one final orgasm over him, looking like the most beautiful creature in the world as she did so.
Slowly, Ranma began to drift off. Just a two minute nap, and then he’d be ready and raring to go again. Kasumi was simply exhausting, even for a man with as much stamina as him. Just a bit of rest…
-x-X-x-
When Ranma woke up, he was missing something very important. That was because he was now a she. The crimson haired female form of the martial artist blinked as she felt a tongue diving into a place that had never been explored by anyone ever before. Kasumi was eating her out and it was all the female Ranma could do to calm herself as she panted and moaned and gasped.
“A-ah, K-Kasumi, what are you d-doing?!”
Ranma hated how feminine and weak her voice sounded, but Kasumi simply leaned up from her place between Ranma’s legs and smiled. The older woman’s face was covered in Ranma’s pussy juices and the red head blushed deeply at the sight.
“Not to worry darling wife~ I fully intend to show this form of yours just as much attention as your male form. Now lay back and enjoy!”
And really, what else could Ranma do but as she said? Blushing furiously, the voluptuous curvy young woman laid back and continued to moan, sometimes crying out as Kasumi reached ever deeper with that flexible muscle in her mouth that she called a tongue. Quite frankly, Ranma thought it felt more like a snake than anything else, buried so deep in her tight virgin pussy.
When the first orgasm finally came, Ranma was in no way prepared for it, her entire body seizing up and her eyes widening before rolling up back into her head as she nearly passed out again right then and there. Kasumi wasn’t letting her off that easy and the next thing the red head knew, Kasumi’s body was over hers and the older woman’s pussy was right in front of Ranma’s face, lowering down so that the younger girl could return the favor.
Ultimately, Ranma did so, seeing no other way to do things. If Kasumi was going to be teaching her- HIM, so much, it only seemed fair that she- HE, pay her back and do everything in her- HIS power to satisfy the insatiable older woman.
Neither of them got much sleep that night. Neither of them much cared either, and the newlyweds had quite a lot of fun on their honeymoon from that point on. Of course, when they both finally returned to the Tendo dojo, it was to find a whole host of new problems had cropped up, including several more marriage contracts that Genma had set up on Ranma’s behalf coming due… but that was a story for another time.
Comments
kitsuneshade
Dirty katsumi niiiice change of pace for her
