Daisuke shrugged as he stroked his mop back and forth. "I wouldn't know. I guess when he has all those babes fighting over him, he wouldn't be interested in doing dumb work like cleaning a smelly locker room." Daisuke grimaced as he walked past a locker that smelled of month old gym socks.
Hiroshi nodded his head. "You said it man. If I had a choice, I'd be out of here in a second, maybe find a cute girl and take her out on a date...."
Daisuke snickered. "What girl would go out with a nerd like you?"
"Hey stop laughing! It's not like you have a social life either!" Hiroshi's retort had the effect of sobering up Daisuke.
Suddenly, the door slammed open. "Hey, so what do I have to do? I usually don't stick around after school." Hiroshi and Daisuke looked up, and felt their jaws go slack and their manhood stand tall and proud. Ranma-chan was standing in the doorway holding a thermos and dressed to kill. She had on a loose white t-shirt and a really tight pair of red gym shorts on.
Hiroshi was the first to react. "Ranma, what the hell are you doing here? Don't you have to take care of your fiancees?" Ranma-chan let out a laugh that caused her nipples to press against her shirt, visible to all. Hiroshi and Daisuke felt their pants stretching, betraying their thoughts.
Ranma-chan didn't seem to notice as she looked at the long mops in their hands. "Let me guess, we're supposed wipe down this place?" She grabbed the mop from Daisuke's estranged fingers. Of course, Daisuke didn't quite let go, and she worked at it, her tugging making her breasts jiggle slightly. "Well, we'd better get a move on, or we'll end up here all day."
She turned around and picked up the bucket willed with soapy water. As she bent down, her tight shorts rode up. They slid up so far that from Hiroshi's and Daisuke's angle they could barely see the beginnings of Ranma-chan's sex. She wasn't wearing any panties at all.
Hiroshi pulled Daisuke to the side. "Did you see that! She isn't wearing anything underneath!" he whispered excitedly to his friend. Daisuke simply nodded, his eyes wide open.
The two horny boys watched as Ranma-chan went through the efforts of cleaning the locker room. She dipped the mop into the bucket, and carefully wiped the floor, quickly so that her breasts would jiggle a bit.
Grabbing a brush, she bent down the clean the floor under the benches. Her loose t-shirt hung low, giving Hiroshi and Daisuke a full view of her adequately formed breasts, the quivering mounds of white flesh. Daisuke could feel a trickle of sweat slowly roll down his face as he watched, hypnotized by Ranma-chan.
"Hey, you guys! Are you going to do any work? Or are you going to just stand there and watch me do all your work?" Ranma- chan's harsh voice helped the boys remain focused to the duty at hand, and unwillingly the two started to mop. But they did not fail to notice Ranma-chan as she shifted about, her body moving with her every motion.
They felt their resistance gradually dying as they continued to watch her. But to avoid embarrassment, the two pretended to be cleaning, mopping the same section of floor while Ranma-chan
finished the entire room.
"Oh man, I never thought we'd finish mopping this floor." She shot Hiroshi and Daisuke an accusatory glance. The two of them had hardly done any work at all. "I'm so parched," she exclaimed as she opened the thermos.
With a complete disregard for manners, she brought the thermos to her lips and drank. Not the elegant drinking that most people would expect girls to do, but a messy, uninspiring swig. Ranma-chan sloppily drank the iced water, the water leaking out, dribbling down her delicate chin, down her neck and soaking her t-shirt. She moaned, barely audible, as the cool liquid satisfied her thirst.
In moments, Ranma-chan had transformed from sexy girl in a sexy shirt, to a sexy girl in a wet t-shirt. And she didn't have a bra on. The white t-shirt combined with the water adhered to her skin, becoming translucent.
She looked down at her soaked shirt, and she seemed quite displeased. "Oh shoot, I hate it when my clothing gets wet, it just feels too icky." She looked at Hiroshi and Daisuke who were almost blind with desire and lust. "You won't mind if I took my shirt off, right? We're all guys and all." Hiroshi and Daisuke nodded ever so slightly.
With unanimous decision, the t-shirt was off, and Ranma-chan's breasts were free for all to see. She picked up the bucket and started to wipe down the benches, her breasts jiggling more freely.
"Oh man, I want her, I want to grab her, I want to...' Hiroshi's feverish mind thought, his hormones and desire completely making him disregard that Ranma-chan was 1/2 boy and that if he tried to act out his desires in real life, he'd probably be dead a second later.
Daisuke was having similar thoughts, his penis feeling as if it were going to tunnel through his pants in a moment. He took a step towards Ranma-chan, his hand outstretched, his fingers flexing, anticipating the feel of soft breast.
Ranma-chan looked up as she finished her last bench. "All done! Now all we have to do is clean the storage room! Oh how nice!" She grabbed Daisuke's trembling hand, completely unknowing of his intentions. "You can help me." She turned to Hiroshi. "And I guess you have to clean the heads..."
She opened the door to the storage room, revealing the miscellaneous equipment and the spare mats in the center of the room.
Hiroshi's face was twisted with jealously as Ranma-chan pulled a floating Daisuke into the other room.
* * *
Hiroshi washed his hands for the seventeenth time. After today, he was sure that he didn't want to ever use the toilets or shower in the boys' locker room. The toilets up close were a disgrace. There were the tiny yellow spots left by morons who couldn't aim. The tiles in the shower had specks of mildew and quite possibly other pathogens.
Hiroshi walked back into the main room of the locker room. Ranma-chan and Daisuke were not present. Glancing at the clock, he surmised that the two had already left. Thirty minutes had passed, so far. He muttered bitterly. "What great friends, they take all the opportunity to give me the dirty work and..."
A muffled moan interrupted Hiroshi. "Oh Daisuke, I didn't know..." Hiroshi dropped his implements of cleaning and charged into the storage room.
Ranma-chan moaned again as she felt Daisuke suck her erect nipple. Her hands gripped his back tightly as he endlessly licked her. Then a suddenly blast of air hit her. Opening her eyes, she saw that Hiroshi had pushed the door open.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!" Hiroshi exclaimed as he watched Daisuke and Ranma-chan in a very incriminating position.
Her voice became sexy as she replied in a breathy voice. "Well, Hiroshi, there is enough of me to go around. Dive right in..." Then she let out a body shaking groan as Daisuke's hand wormed up her shorts and was touching her pantiless lips.
Hiroshi couldn't resist. He couldn't resist at all, and he dove towards the half naked girl, latching his lips around the free nipple. Her moaning intensified as a result. His hands caressed her body, her perfect body. The smoothness of her skin. He couldn't believe that this was happening.
Daisuke already had enough of foreplay, and in a frenzy, he pulled her pants down to give himself a better look. This was the first time he had ever been with a girl in this way. Ranma- chan laid back on the mats that were so conveniently in the middle of the room.
Hiroshi, meanwhile, straddled Ranma-chan's stomach, both of his hands kneading her breasts in a frenzy. She reached up and grabbed his zipper, pulling it down. His pants fell away.
Daisuke wanted to touch Ranma-chan, and throwing his fears to the side, he carefully let one finger press against her opening. This was followed by more intense moaning and stretching on Ranma- chan's part.
Meanwhile, Hiroshi watched Ranma-chan's lips quiver as she felt Daisuke's ministrations from below, and that gave him an idea. Quickly standing up, he shed off his pants and boxers before settling back onto her stomach. He gently reached up and nudged her head towards him.
Daisuke felt his finger get tired, and he tried another method, one that turned out to be less straining. He licked her, his tongue turning out to be more effective that his finger.
Hiroshi moaned as he felt warm saliva bathe over him. He tried to pump slightly, but he noticed with a slight annoyance that there were two breasts in the way. Pulling his penis from her moaning mouth, he placed the slick hardness between the two breasts. He started to pump, surprised that even the slightest amount of stimulation was making him more and more excited.
Daisuke had enough. By now, the foreplay was just making him more and more impatient, and he sought instant gratification. His trembling hands fumbling with his belt, he tugged his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, then he took his stiff member and plunged it in.
The instant warmth and presence of fluid around his penis was mind numbing, and Daisuke just threw his control away and started to shake. Ranma-chan felt his inadequacy and sought to help him. Her hands snaked around him, grabbing onto the cheeks of his butt, and she guided him, forcing him to start rhythmically thrusting.
Hiroshi felt her body rise slightly off the mat and settle back down, her periodic moans turning into intense panting. Turning his head around, he found that Daisuke had beaten him to her vagina. Daisuke was mindlessly pounding away, his eyes closed, enjoying every moment. His friend's hands on her thin waist, caressing them, as he slide back and forth.
"Hey! I want to fuck her too!" Hiroshi replied indignantly as he stood up, and positioned himself to face Daisuke. He looked down at Ranma-Chan with such longing eyes, and in the midst of her high, she decided to give him something to enjoy.
She wrapped her legs around Daisuke's waist, and she sat up against his body. In between her moans, she told Daisuke to stand up. Right now, Daisuke didn't care how he got his sex, and he complied, not missing a beat on his merciless pounding.
With her hands, she reached behind her, and pulled Hiroshi against her back, he could feel his penis press against another hole. She gave him a single look that told him all he needed to know.
He took his wet member, slick with her saliva and his own desire and pressed it into her tight anus. Ranma-chan felt slight pain as Hiroshi shoved a short segment of his sex into her. Daisuke could feel her pain as her vagina clamped hard on him.
Taking a deep breath, Ranma-chan willed her muscles to loosen slightly. That was all it took, and as Daisuke shoved in, she could feel Hiroshi push himself in from behind. At first, she didn't appreciate the feeling of anal sex. In fact, it made her feel like she wanted to just take a shit.
But with Daisuke pounding away at her vagina and Hiroshi massaging her breasts and nipples, she decided to allow Hiroshi his fun. The three of them stood there, and continued their act until all of the sudden, Hiroshi lost it.
Ranma-chan felt the semen shoot into her, a feeling that was totally different from normal sex. And seconds later, Daisuke soon came, both of their orgasms culminating in her own.
All of the energy that the two boys had put into her was returned in that single instant, when Ranma-chan, so delirious with joy, just fainted against Daisuke.
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Ranma-chan was having a problem. There seemed to be a shortage of boys that were aimlessly wandering around town hunting for some flesh. So far, her venture wasn't successful.
But as she walked down a particular street she could hear some cheering and the sounds of girls screaming. No doubt this deserved some closer scrutiny. She ran towards the direction of the sound and found herself in front of the ice rink.
Amazingly enough, plastered in front of the building was a giant photograph of the Golden Pair. Yin chuckled and rubbed her hands together as she contemplated having fun. "Oh great."
Yang sighed. "Yin, you are not thinking what I think you're thinking. There is no way..."
Yin giggled. "Yang, how well do you ice skate?" Yang groaned as he realized that Yin's mind was really in the gutter.
"THERE IS NO WAY YOU ARE GOING TO GET ME IN A SKIMPY STUPID OUTFIT..." Yang paled as Yin showed off her new weapon. He screamed. "What happened to the baton?"
Yin shrugged as she held the Smith and Wesson riot gun. "Well, it was sort of getting dented from hitting your head too many times, so I wanted to try this riot gun." She pointed the gun at Yang and fired a giant rubber projectile at him.
Yang felt something crash into his stomach. Clutching his stomach, he keeled over. Yin giggled. "Definitely more efficient than the mallet."
* * *
Mikado stood triumphant as he carefully autographed a poster of himself for a zealous female fan. No doubt his victory was assured as he skated around the rink, smiling and waving to his fans.
His partner, Azusa, however, was no where to be found. She had probably found something she felt was *cute* to capture her attention and overflow her underdeveloped brain with joy. Victory would have to be delayed until she returned, but he still kept his veil of confidence even as he was seething inwardly. 'Damn that Azusa. And I thought that gift I gave her should have at least held her over until after our match.'
"Hey, sexy. Looking for a partner?" Mikado turned around, and saw a sexy red-head. Her hair was shoulder-length and she was wearing a skating outfit that was perhaps a size or two too small. Not that he minded, as it seemed that she was going to burst out of it at any moment.
Mikado scratched his head as he thought of something to say. "Well, as my partner was sick, I was just waiting for your offer."
Ranma-chan smiled deeply as she replied. 'Liar.'
While this exchange was going on, somewhere deep within the bowels of the rink, within a utility room, a little girl, also known as Azusa, was playing with her bonds, having already given the chair and ropes cute French names.....
Mikado skated over to Ranma-chan, who slowly skated over to join him. "Ah, well, it seems that I have found a skilled partner." Ranma-chan smiled again, not betraying her thoughts.
The two of them skated around the rink to get warmed up, the contrast of skills between the two were so obvious that it stood out like a dislocated thumb. The crowd started to murmur. "Where's Azusa? Who is that girl?" The Mikado fan club, seeing how Mikado was staring at the girl, fervently prayed to the heavens to keep that "slut" from ruining everything.
"Your eyes are beautiful, they remind me of the sky on a clear spring day...." breathed Mikado, exercising the perfect voice control designed to make any girl swoon.
Yang grumbled as he pulled himself off the ground. "What a cheesy pickup line."
Yin sighed contentedly, "Yeah. Go back to sleep, dear." Yin swung her arm at Yang, smashing her fist into his jaw. Without a sound, he fell right back down.
"And what do you think of my breasts?" asked Ranma-chan with a wicked smile. Mikado swallowed hard, as he never really ever been asked that question so boldly by a girl. Well, the problem was that most girls, when in close proximity to him, tended to pass out.
"Well, they are large, nicely formed," he said calmly.
"Why don't you give them a good luck squeeze before the performance?" she asked in the most reasonable voice. Mikado paused for a moment before tentatively touching them. His first judgment of her dress was more than correct. The outfit was so tight that it served to highlight her features and that it felt like he was touching her bare skin.
He squeeze the warm, malleable mounds of flesh, feeling every inch of them, her stiff nipples, the warmth of her body. A few in the crowd murmured as they tried to watched, but their view was obscured by Ranma-chan's back.
"Let's go!" Ranma-chan smiled as she grabbed his hands and both of them skated towards the center of the rink.
* * *
And they started. At first, the routine was simple, innocent. The two of them, with some slight coordination problems that eventually disappeared as Ranma-chan got the hang of it, glided across the ice, both appealing to the opposite sexes.
But with increasing confidence, they opened themselves to more complicated stuff. Mikado, confident as ever, started building up speed, gliding backwards along side Ranma-chan, and using his arms to induce momentum, leaped high into the air. Ranma-chan threw caution to the wind, and did likewise. The whole world around her spun around, and she lost her balance.
The announcer screamed into the microphone, his voice echoing. "Mikado Senzenin has perfectly executed the triple lutz, but his partner..." Ranma-chan slammed onto the ice, her legs spread out, her butt freezing.
"Hurt?" It was Mikado who had skated around and came back to her. To save as much time, he reached down and picked up Ranma- chan. Then she made her first sexual pass at Mikado, "accidentally" slipping forwards so her face ended up in his crotch.
The nice thing about ice skaters these days, are the extremely flimsy outfits they wear. And Ranma-chan was thanking the gods that Mikado wore tights. Despite his clothed nature, Ranma-chan licked him as she stood up, and collapsed against him, feeling his erection press against her. She passed it off as an accident. "Oops, I guess I'm still dizzy."
Mikado gave her a weird stare, feeling the rush of hormones down there. The Mikado Fan Club gasped as they saw his mighty erection, a few of them immediately fainted.
"Shall we continue?" asked Ranma-chan as she carefully adjusted her outfit. Mikado continued with the routine, his actions were perfectly timed to the music. He grabbed Ranma-chan by the waist and propelled her upwards, his right hand shifting to her belly so that he could hold her high and steady.
But he felt Ranma-chan shiver, as if scared, and she shifted position. Then it was his turn to become scared. She had lifted up the edge of her short skirt and shifted forwards in such a way that Mikado could just realize how small her outfit was. He could feel the two warm, bulges of her outer labia, the thin hair on them, peeking out of the tight fabric that dug into her.
It was his turn to slip, his knees suddenly betraying him. She fell from his hand, her body twisting that she faced him, but he grabbed her and held her close to at least prevent her from hitting the ice.
He was in for a treat as he felt her body slide against him, her breasts gliding past his face, her sex sliding down his erection, her tongue on his... Mikado had been so lost in the sensuality that he looked down and realized the big problem with wearing tights.
Ranma-chan had used friction to her benefit and managed to ease the tip of Mikado's stiff penis to peek out, and under the guise of crying into his stomach, her tongue was teasing him. He could feel himself loose control, but just before he could shoot, she stopped.
The crowd was silent as they watched the partners motionless on ice. "What's happening?" they asked as they watched Mikado's body suddenly turn rigid.
Ranma-chan stood up, using her breasts to push the tights back up, hiding Mikado again. "I'm so sorry," she spoke, her breast heaving with excitement. Mikado looked at er, his face now flushed and filled with desire.
This time, it was Ranma-chan's turn to lead, she skated off with Mikado behind her, everytime she moved her legs, her skirt would flip up and offer Mikado a peek at her bare ass. Being visual teased, he couldn't stand it any more, and he skated right into her, his hands furious as he tugged down his tights, allowing his erect member to slide between Ranma-chan's legs.
There were murmurs in the crowd, as Mikado, in a sexual haze, had moved so quickly that his actions were a blur. "What the hell is happening? This isn't a part of the routine." One person from the stands exclaimed.
Ranma-chan decided to tease him further, and instead of offering him access to her slicked hole, she pressed back at an angle that wedged his penis between her groove, past her clit, so only the tiny tip of his penis was visible from her front.
She started to tighten her muscles and he started to thrust wildly. People in the crowd stood up and tried to get a better look at the highly unorthodox style, and the girls in the Mikado Fan Club started to whimper. As he was already excited, only one thrust was needed, and he exploded. He jetted some three times, the first time, he sent a stream of jism gushing out onto the ice.
The crowd started to laugh, as it was now evident what had been happening through out the entire routine. The Mikado Fan Club, however, started crying and lamenting, a few girls attempting to kill themselves right there on the spot.
Mikado's second burst from his dwindling penis, completely coated Ranma-chan's undersides. Ranma-chan smiled at Mikado, and whispered. "No fair! I wanted to have some fun too." She pushed off him, and turned around, started to strip for him.
Mikado's eyes bulged as he watched her breasts fight free from the restricting outfit, her thin waist, her hips, and not to mention, her jism covered pussy.
He had never seen such a sexy girl who was willing to do this with him, and like a common sensed man, he decided to take the opportunity and he stripped at a feverish rate. Ranma-chan noted with some displeasure that his penis was limp.
The crowd, unexpectedly, was enjoying this public spectacle. Most of the crowd, boys dragged in by their girlfriends, stood up to get a view of the action. A few of them even started cheering.
Ranma-chan picked up Mikado's penis, disregarding the slick white fluid that covered them. "Aw, you're dickie isn't stiff at all. I guess we can't fuck until we get it stiff again." Ranma- chan pushed Mikado down onto the ice on his back. She kneeled down and brought her mouth onto his penis, her vagina pressed against the warm ice.
As she sucked and teased Mikado, she decided that she might as well use some of that nasty vocabulary, her mind intent on scoring that she didn't know what garbage her mouth was spewing out.
Being so stimulated and hearing the dirty words, it was only a few moments until Mikado got stiff again. Then Ranma-chan made her mode, settling herself on top of him and pushing down. As soon as his blood filled member, pressed into her chilled vagina, Ranma- chan gasped as the intense temperature difference made her even more sensitive.
This time Mikado exerted such control that she must have came at least twice, her body already at a heightened level of sexual tension. Everytime she orgasmed, she cried out, her pleasure echoing in the spacious ice rink.
The crowd started chanting as they watched the scene unfold, contrasting the sobbing and suicidal Fan Club who would be mentally traumatized for life. "Go Mikado!" was contrasted by "No Mikado!" NOOOOOO!!!!!"
Then for Ranma-chan it came to a crashing halt as she felt his penis explode semen into her, the force of the crowd's cheering was deafening. She leaned back, her body numbed by the ice, the only part warm was her sex. Everything became a blur, as Ranma-chan felt a girl roughly push her to the side. "OUT OF THE WAY SLUT! MIKADO'S MINE!"
Ranma-chan skidded uncontrollably for a moment, but it was enough. Sitting up, she watched the entire sobbing Fan Club rush the sexually satiated Mikado, tearing their clothes off as they sought a piece of him.
Then the crowd started cheering, contrary to Ranma-chan's belief. "Sex orgy!" cried a few bold ones as they leaped onto the ice to storm the giant pile of naked girls trying hard to get off on some part of Mikado, whether it be his finger, his foot, or even his nose.
Ranma-chan stood up, and smiled to herself. "Akane, see if you can top that." She tried to dust off her clothing, and then she realized that there was a major problem. Her clothing was buried under that pile of women. "Oh shit," she muttered, as she tried to cover her dripping vagina with her hands and left the arena, clad only in a pair of ice skates....