An Experienced Woman Pt. 2 (Ranma 1/2) (Patreon)

Themes: Genderbending, Consensual, BDSM, Edging

Word Count: 2,582

Summary: Another day and Kasumi is ready to show Ranma (and Ranko, his new feminine side) some new tricks! Both Ranma and Ranko are sure to enjoy what their experienced deviant of a wife has to show them.

Part 2  

The crimson haired short stack stood naked in the center of the room, blushing profusely as her wife circled her. Kasumi Tendo was grinning wickedly, a hungry look in her eyes and not a stich of clothing on her body either. The more mature woman of the pair suddenly reached forward and grasped at her darling gender bending spouse’s breasts, groping them lightly and drawing a moan from the red head’s mouth that caused Kasumi to giggle a little.

“Hehe, Ranma you make the cutest noises.”

That caused a growl to fall from the shorter girl’s mouth and while Kasumi valiantly resisted the urge to d’aww at the cute sound, she also knew what it meant and giggled again, batting her eyelashes sweetly towards her ‘wife’.

“Sorry Ranko, my apologies. I’m still getting used to having two spouses in one, that’s all!”

And that had been a startling discovery, figuring out that Ranma became almost an entirely different person when he became a she. They still shared each other’s memories from what Kasumi could tell, but it was like there was a divide between Ranma and Ranko. Ranko had no existed at first, but apparently Kasumi had accidentally created the feminine personality which she practically broke Ranma’s female form on their wedding night. 

The macho male martial artist hadn’t been able to reconcile his very masculine mind with the number of orgasms that Kasumi had drawn out of his then very feminine body. And so he’d stopped trying and Ranko had been born. The next time the transformation had taken place, Kasumi had been stopped by her spouse as the red head demanded that she call her by a new name. Kasumi had ultimately decided on Ranko and it had stuck.

Still, even having come up with the name for her ‘wife’ to appease her ‘husband’, it was taking Kasumi a bit of time to properly identify the beautiful buxom crimson haired female form of her spouse as its own distinct individual. She would get it down eventually. It was a small price to pay for such a lovely playmate after all.

“Hands behind your back Ranko.”

The red head blushed harder but did as she was told, even as Kasumi lifted up the long length of soft silk rope in her hand. She quickly got to work, the rope going up and under and over Ranko’s torso as the short young woman stayed absolutely still. Soon enough, Ranko was completely bound from navel to her neck in the long rope. Kasumi stepped back and once again circled the red head to fully appreciate her work as Ranko averted her gaze shyly.

It was so rare that the eldest daughter got to practice her rope bondage, but with Ranko, it had all come back seemingly instinctively. Her delightfully buxom ‘wife’ looked absolutely exquisite and Kasumi licked her lips before grinning raunchily and stepping behind Ranko. Raising up her leg, a swift kiss to the martial artist’s ass sent Ranko over to their bed, causing her to yelp and stumble forward until she fell face first onto the soft mattress.

Blushing even deeper, Ranko spun herself onto her back but didn’t move, simply laying there as she stared at Kasumi with eyes that the older woman could only consider “fuck me” eyes, though she was sure the red head would deny it if she commented on them. Smirking, Kasumi approached, swaying her hips back and forth as she did so and ultimately crawling onto the bed and over Ranko, leaning down and kissing the other girl on her lips hungrily.

Ranko melted at the touch of her lips and at the same time she pressed her own lips up against Kasumi’s, her mouth opening as Kasumi pushed her tongue past those lips and began to clean out Ranko’s tonsils. The two women kissed like that for several long moments, Ranko bound and seemingly helpless before Kasumi’s onslaught.

After a couple minutes focused solely on kissing, Kasumi split her attention between Ranko’s lips and her body, playing with her naked tied up form to her heart’s content. First the eldest Tendo daughter moved her hands up to Ranko’s sizable chest, playing with the delectable round orbs that sat there. She’d made sure to wind the soft silk around the base of each of them as well, leaving the red head’s tits pushed outwards right into her groping kneading fingers.

Moans and mewls and whines left Ranko’s throat, muffled by Kasumi’s lips as the two continued to kiss. Doing her best to arouse her young spouse, Kasumi couldn’t help letting the slight traces of a wicked smile slip onto her face as she considered her ultimate plans. This would be quite a fun night, both as a teaching moment for Ranko and also as a pleasurable experience for the both of them.

Deciding it was high past time to get on with it, Kasumi moved one of her hands off of Ranko’s tits, down the martial artist’s muscular lean form, tracing her fingers across Ranko’s six pack and then down past her navel and between her thighs. The red head’s eyes widened as she felt Kasumi’s fingers finally on her cunt. Ranko was quite wet already, but Kasumi merely circled the outside of her pussy lips, her fingertips ghosting around the younger girl’s sensitive mound and causing her to moan even more.

Finally, Kasumi pulled back from Ranko’s lips, leaving the flustered red-faced red head to look up at her with wide eyes, breathing heavily. Then, Kasumi reached behind Ranko’s head to the length of silk rope that had been left over when she had finished tying Ranko up. Grinning wickedly, Kasumi finished the complex rope bondage by pulling the remaining length across Ranko’s face, more specifically laying it down along Ranko’s open mouth, in between her teeth.

Kasumi deftly tied off the last bit of rope, tightening the gag now in Ranko’s mouth at the same time. The red head let out a muffled moan around the gag, her eyes filled with a mixture of weariness and arousal as she looked up at Kasumi, clearly wondering where this was going. Kasumi proceeded to show her, smirking down at her cute little wife as she went back to playing with Ranko’s cunt, her fingers darting back and forth.

Ranko’s hips arched up towards Kasumi’s touch, but the eldest Tendo daughter simply drew back, giving Ranko a reproving look in response and chastising her by refusing to touch until she went back down. Ranko whimpered but did as was expected of her, panting heavily and trying and failing to keep still. Even still, whenever she got too close to her climax, Kasumi was pull away and give Ranko a few seconds to calm down.

Slowly but surely, as seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into far too long, Ranko realized what the other woman was playing at. No matter how hard she tried, Ranko could not reach orgasm from what Kasumi was doing. The older woman was a master at the art of edging it seemed, though Ranko had no idea that that was what it was called. All she knew really was that she wanted it to end, that she wanted relief.

Mewling pathetically, Ranko settled for begging as the time Kasumi kept her on the edge came to be measured in hours rather than minutes. She moaned out, getting Kasumi’s attention and turning her big beautiful eyes on the older woman, pleading none too silently with her gaze and her muffled voice as she begged for release.

Grinning wickedly, Kasumi withdrew her fingers from Ranko’s needy cunt once more and suddenly leaned back on her knees, licking her lips and then crawling around Ranko’s body. The red head kept her eyes on her wife as Kasumi moved, until finally, Kasumi planted herself on Ranko’s chest, kneeling on either side of the crimson haired short stack’s head.

“Do you want to cum Ranko?”

The red head nodded desperately, her eyes wide and wild as she mewled out her best muffled yes. Kasumi’s smirk widened and she slid forward, her own juicy wet cunt inches from Ranko’s face.

“Then earn it my lovely little slut. Earn your release.”

Ranko barely hesitated, simply diving in and showing just how enthusiastic she could be when she was desperate. Kasumi threw her head back and let out a loud long moan as the eager red head went to town on her cunt. The hours had taken their own toll on the eldest Tendo Daughter. She was already close when Ranko got started, and having the younger girl go absolutely crazy with that flexible muscle she called a tongue brought Kasumi to her peak quite speedily.

Reaching back even as her own orgasm began, Kasumi placed three fingers in Ranko’s cunt as she undulated her pussy across the red head’s face, fingering Ranko far more vigorously and more roughly than before. Ranko came hard a moment later as well, her entire body shaking and her back arching up into the air as Kasumi watched Ranko’s eyes roll back in her head from the sheer pleasure.

The two women were left panting, Kasumi sliding off of Ranko and falling down alongside her as they each calmed their racing hearts. Reaching over, the eldest Tendo daughter pulled on the bottom of the silk rope, near Ranko’s cute pert behind. Tugging it free, the complex rope bondage collapsed, freeing up Ranko’s arms, which immediately encircled Kasumi’s waist as the smaller bustier girl cuddled into her wife’s sweaty naked body, her own form equally sweaty.

Kasumi just smiled and ran her hand through the red head’s crimson locks. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow when they’d do it all again, with a twist.

-x-X-x-

Ranma stared down at Kasumi, eyes wide and cock unbelievably hard as she looked back over her shoulder at him and grinned wickedly.

“Well dear husband? What will you do with me first?”

It was the next day, and of course they’d both ended up horny again. Ranma had been happy to get to play this time, as Ranko had been in control the entire previous day. Watching his female half go at it with his wife was an interesting experience, as he sort of watched it from a third person perspective rather than feeling everything himself. And Ranma was a young man. Watching two cute girls have sex was most certainly something he enjoyed.

Still, he couldn’t help but think that this was even better than having a front row seat to yesterday. Kasumi was on her knees in front of him, facing away and resting on the side of her face. She’d walked him through the steps needed to tie her up in a similar yet far simpler version of the complex rope bondage she’d put Ranko in the day before.

Now, Kasumi’s sopping wet cunt and tight asshole were pushed up into the air and out towards Ranma and his thick cock. How exactly what he going to go about this? Kasumi had told him today was his day, that he could do whatever he wanted to her once she was tied up and helpless before his predilections. So what was he going to do to her? He could repeat the performance yesterday and try to tease and edge Kasumi like she did to Ranko.

But Ranko was not Ranma and he felt no need to ‘take revenge’ on his older more experienced wife. In fact, there was only one thing he felt the need for right now. Could it really be that simple? Licking his lips, Ranma got up on the bed behind Kasumi and crouched down, one hand grabbing Kasumi’s fat bubble butt to hold her steady while the other took hold of his cock and lined it up with the dark haired woman’s needy cunt.

A moment later, Ranma was inside of his wife and thrusting away. Kasumi hollered out at the sudden intrusion before gagging herself by biting down hard on the soft fabric of their sheets. Ranma didn’t really care though if anyone heard them. Their fathers wanted them to make babies after all and Kasumi’s dad in particular seemed terrified of pissing off his eldest daughter. 

The only real issue was the way Genma acted at dinner sometimes after Ranma and Kasumi had spent the day locked in their room together. He was literally moved to tears by his joy at times and that was kind of freaky. This wasn’t really the kind of thing to be thinking about right now though, so Ranma tore his thoughts from their fathers, focusing back on Kasumi’s beautiful body as it writhed under him.

Grunting, Ranma thrust harder, pistoning into Kasumi’s cunt again and again and drawing muffled cries from betwixt the more experienced woman’s mouth. But there was one thing Ranma had in spades over Kasumi, even if his lack of experience with sex had laid him out their first night together. Ranma was a martial artist and he’d lived as one on the road for much of his natural born life. And if you’re going to live as a wandering martial artist, there’s one thing you need a whole fucking lot of. Stamina!

Grinning ferally, the dark haired heir to the Anything Goes School of Martial Artists slammed home into his wife’s cunt even faster. Soon enough, Kasumi was coming around his cock, but he didn’t stop, didn’t even pause for a second. Kasumi just whimpered, mewling helplessly and bouncing her hips back towards Ranma’s rapidly pistoning cock as best she could. Even as lewd and perverted as his wife was though, she was in no way ready to handle the strength of a martial artist.

Even now, Ranma was holding back to avoid actually injuring her. He’d held back quite a lot at first, but now at Kasumi’s prodding he had a better idea of exactly what she was capable of handling. This was close to the upper limits, but not over yet. And Ranma could go at it for hours like this. That’s exactly what he proceeded to do, the young man fucking his beloved wife into the bed through orgasm after orgasm, until she was just plain exhausted.

When Kasumi’s cries slowed down and then disappeared, replaced by quiet mewls and then even that was gone, Ranma slowed his thrusts, reaching down and lifting up his life’s head by her hair. The bound woman was half-unconscious, having passed out under the furious onslaught Ranma had levied on her. Grinning victoriously, the martial artist proceeded to grab hold of her fat ass and thrust into her for a little while longer.

He stopped holding back his impending orgasm and within a few moments Ranma was cumming deep in Kasumi’s womb. The copious amount of white hot seed that he used to paint her insides filled Kasumi to the brim and then some, leaving her leaking just a bit when he finally pulled out and cradled her to his chest. Kasumi was still bound in the rope bondage, but Ranma had no idea how to really untie her safely, so he just cuddled her against him and smiled, nuzzling her hair as she murmured in her sleep.

His last thoughts before drifting off were towards incorporating the things that Kasumi was teaching him and Ranko into the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts. After all… if anything goes, ANYTHING goes, right?