Greenery Day, Day 15 (4)

Ranma continued to stroke himself, carefully watching the girl sitting before him. She appeared to be completely frozen, as if he'd fried her brain. The only indication of awareness was the way her eyes tracked his hand, back and forth, back and forth. The boy allowed his eyebrows to lift the tiniest fraction, as he wondered whether she'd continue to sit there like that until he came all over her.

However, it couldn't have been much more than half a minute, a minute at most, before the older girl shook herself out of her trance. “Uh, R-Ranma-chan,” she half-whispered, in a very shaky voice, “I think you should stop doing that.”

“Why?” Ranma asked, just a bit petulantly. “It feels really, really good!”

Kasumi swallowed hard. She had spoken no more than the truth earlier, telling her sisters that Ranma's penis was a bit larger than average, but not outlandishly so. Just at the moment, though, looking straight into its single eye hovering not so very far in front of her face, it looked monstrously huge. Further, it was only too easy to imagine a repeat of this morning's accident in the furo, coating her thoroughly ...

A tremor passed through Kasumi. As if forcing its way through molasses, her arm slowly rose, until her fingers closed around Ranma's hand, stilling it. She stared at her hand on Ranma's, which in turn was wrapped around that iron hard cock. Licking dry lips and clearing her throat, she finally managed to say, “If you don't stop, I'm afraid that you'll make a mess like you made this morning.”

A bit put out that he wouldn't have a chance to do so, the teenage martial artist allowed his eyes to widen and said, “Oh. Oh! I guess that would be a ... bad thing, huh?”

Kasumi smiled, struck again by the girl's, or boy's, innocence. Not wanting their young guest to become upset, she replied, “Not so much bad, as simply messy. Something we'd have to clean up. So let's avoid that, okay?”

Ranma looked down at their hands. “In that case, shouldn't you, uh, let go?”

The older girl eep'd and pulled her hand back quickly. Blushing, she emitted a strangled, “Sorry.”

Ranma shook his head, dismissing the necessity for any apology. He stood there, naked, still pointing straight at her face, wondering what she'd do next. Except she didn't do anything, only continued to stare. He mentally shrugged, while drinking in the sight of her wonderful tits. A pity that she'd pulled her panties back on.

Finally Kasumi woke up to the fact that she was rudely staring, and dropped her eyes. “Er, Ranma-chan,” she began, then paused, trying to think what to say next.

Having had time to think, he immediately stepped in with, “So, you gonna teach me the rest now?”

Kasumi blinked. “What?”

“Well, you taught me about the girls parts,” Ranma stated in an explanatory fashion. “I was hoping you'd teach me about the boy parts now. Seems I gotta live with 'em. Do you think it'll be okay if I don't know anything about 'em?”

The nineteen year old girl, feeling not nearly mature enough at the moment, put her head down in her hands and muttered. She let out a very long sigh, then looked up with a shaky smile. “You're right, of course,” she felt forced to agree. “Pardon me if I seem to be having a little trouble dealing with it all. It's just a bit of an unusual situation, you have to admit.”

Ranma shrugged, openly this time. “Don't think you could be having any more trouble dealing with it than I am. But if you really don't think you can help me, I suppose I could go ...” He let his shoulders slump, and started to turn.

“Now that will be quite enough of that,” Kasumi stated firmly, putting her hand on his thigh and turning him back. Making the current boy stand directly in front of the position where she sat on the edge of her bed, Kasumi forced herself to look straight at the male equipment presented as if for her inspection. Taking herself in hand, and after another deep breath, she began.

“This is the man's penis,” she told him, taking hold of the large weapon. “Also known by such vulgar terms as cock, dick, prick, and many others besides. Many men even give personal names to their own penis. Quite silly, really.” She paused to give her lips a quick swipe with her tongue. “Most men have a penis that's a bit smaller.” Casting a critical eye on the pole in front of her, she remarked thoughtfully, “About five ... or maybe eight ... centimeters shorter.”

Shaking her mind from the path it was starting down, Kasumi continued. “I'm sure you've already figured out how it's used with a toilet. As I also explained, a man puts it into a woman's vagina to make love, moving in and out until that white stuff, the semen, squirts out.”

Reaching underneath, the young woman cupped the golf ball sized nuts gently in one hand. She failed to notice Ranma slowly counting backward from ten in an effort to control himself. “These are the man's testicles, enclosed in a sack called the scrotum. The vulgar terms are balls or nuts.” She juggled them slightly. “They're very sensitive, and it's extremely painful for a man to be hit here. Please avoid striking any boy here unless he has done something truly awful.” She caught the boy's eyes, until he gulped and nodded.

Nodding herself, Kasumi went on, “These are where the semen is made, that comes out of the penis. Judging from what happened earlier, it seems that yours may be fully functional, even though you're really a girl.”

Ranma blinked at that, suddenly wondering just how fully functional the girl bits were when he was splashed with cold water. Feeling queasy, he tried to think of something else to distract himself from the thought.

“I see boys have this pubic hair too.” He pointed to the base of his prick. “Do they shave it like girls do?”

Kasumi smiled. “A few do, as a matter of fact. But not very many. For one thing, they don't have as much to worry about, with the sort of swimsuits they wear.”

Ranma nodded, while thinking frantically to find some way to prolong the lesson. And get it back to being a bit more hands on, maybe. The corners of his mouth turned up, helplessly, as he wondered if he could get away with the idea that popped into his head.

“So ... does the white stuff, the semen, does it, uh ... taste good?” he asked, in as innocent a tone as he could manage. Which wasn't very innocent.

Not that the startled young woman sitting in front of him could focus on tones of voice upon hearing that. “Wh-what? What do you ... I mean, why ... why would you ask ...?” She trailed off, practically spluttering.

Ranma cocked his head to the side, trying to widen his eyes for an innocent look, then turning to look away to the side instead. Best not to press his luck when it came to faking expressions like that. “It's just ... I remembered earlier. When I, you know, shot that stuff out. Not that I meant to!” He waved his hands in a fluttery way. “Course not! It was an accident! I didn't even know it could happen! But, well, I saw ...” He took a deep breath. “You licked it! Off your lips! You could have just cleaned it off, but ... you licked it. So I thought ... maybe it tastes good.” He paused for a second, then asked again, “Does it?”

Kasumi stared up at him, blankly, mouth gaping. She hadn't thought the younger girl, or boy as he was at the time, had even realized. Unable to face him at that moment, she turned and fell over sideways, burying her face in her pillow. She whimpered softly, hoping that the sound would be too muffled to hear.

Ranma watched this reaction with interest. Then giving a little grin, he reached down and took himself in hand, pumping swiftly. He allowed his eyes to wander across the skimpy pantie clinging tightly to the well-rounded ass, then up to the bare boob lying exposed where she lay on her side. The nipple, as both had throughout this ‘talk,’ was standing hard and erect. He stroked himself with increasing vigor, hoping that he'd be able to get himself off.

Kasumi slowly recovered from the stunned feeling which had swept over her. How in the world had events taken all of these twists and turns? What should she do now? She had no intention of answering this latest question. How could she possibly explain knowing the answer? Referring to medical texts wouldn't do for this one. But she couldn't just lie here forever, with the boy standing above her, completely naked. Eventually someone would come looking for them. Somehow, she had to reseize control of this situation. Maneuver their unexpected house guest out of her room. Get dressed.

Mustering her resolve, Kasumi pushed herself up off the pillow, turning around as she resumed her seat on the edge of the bed. Then realized she was inches from a cock that was about to explode.

Falling backward, the shocked girl exclaimed, “Ranma-chan! What are you doing?”

“I wanna see how it tastes,” Ranma explained with a grunt. His hand continued to fly back and forth along his length.

“No! No! Girls don't swallow their own cum!” Kasumi cried out. Then as if realizing just how paradoxical that sounded, she tried to correct herself, “Boys cum. Girls swallow. But ... but ... only if they really want to, and ... and ...” She broke off, realizing from the groans above that the climax was imminent, and that she was lying directly underneath the faucet.

“Ah!” she cried out, grabbing blindly. Hand seeking something, anything, to use as a last second defense. Her fingers closed on a bit of cloth, and she immediately reached up, placing it as a shield in front of the looming detonation. Grabbing with her other arm, Kasumi once again closed her hand around Ranma's while he held his rigid cock, making sure that the aim didn't waver.

Unconsciously, she squeezed. Ranma exploded at last. His back arched, and he erupted like a fire hose.

Kasumi stared upward. Slowly, she realized that the two of them, in cooperation, had just filled a cup of her bra with a thick puddle of white cum. She watched, beyond any ability to further react, as it overflowed at the bottom, a long strand slowly extending. Finally breaking free. Her eyes tracked it downward as it fell. Watched as the large drop slowly soaked into the front of her panties, just above her clit. A wave of lightheadedness passed through her, and she had to resist the urge to reach down with a finger and rub the spot, confirming the reality.

Ranma couldn't believe that he'd just cum into this girl's bra. That she'd held it up herself for him to do so. Yet there is was, right in front of his eyes, or right in front of his dick, rather. The puddle of jism was slowly soaking into the lacy cloth, although there was too much for it to do so quickly. He looked at Kasumi again, who seemed to be staring down at her legs, or maybe her belly, in shock. He decided he'd better get her attention, and maybe see if he could get away with anything else, or if she'd kick him out. Maybe literally.

He grinned. Even if she did, it had been totally worth it. Still, remembering her final panicked words, and wondering just how they should be interpreted, he decided one last experiment might be good to try. He dipped a finger into the pool of cum, swirled it around, and lifted it out, watching as the connecting strand extended and finally broke. Holding it in front of his face, he mad sure to examine it slowly before drawling, “Okay. Now to see how it tastes.”

Kasumi's head snapped up. “Ranma-chan! No!” She shuddered. The image was just wrong. Completely wrong. She couldn't understand how other girls were so fascinated by yaoi. It was just ... not the way things were supposed to be. Not that she'd condemn them. She wasn't a bigot, after all. But ... she just couldn't bring herself to imagine it. A man's cum was meant to go into a girl's body, whether her pussy, or her mouth, or ... whatever. She reached up and grabbed his hand, before it could get any closer to his mouth. Even if Ranma really was a girl, at the moment he was a boy, and she didn't even want to think about him ... she shuddered, forcing the image out of her mind.

Ranma watched in bemusement, studying the hand holding his in such a tight grip. It seemed this Kasumi had some ... issues, about guys and their spunk. Not that he was particularly crazy about the idea of licking it up himself, but the idea didn't appall him or anything, and he'd have been willing enough if there was anything to gain by it. Still, it looked like she was determined to stop him. Now the question was, what next?

Struggling to control himself, and make this sound right, Ranma whined, “But I want to know if it tastes good or not.”

Kasumi slowly stood up, and Ranma watched in delight as her firm tits swayed with the motion. He cursed again that she had managed to get her panties back on while he was gone.

Kasumi stared at the coated finger extended from the hand she held, and let her eyes drift downward from there to the bra she still held before the somewhat less erect masculine organ which now angled downward. Thoughts moving slowly, her arm moved equally slowly to place the undergarment atop her desk. Carefully positioned to keep anything more from spilling out. Turning back, she declared in tones which prohibited questioning, “A boy does not taste semen. Not even his own.”

He gazed at her quizzically, wondering what was going on in her head. “Why not?” he asked, honestly curious to hear her answer.

“It's just not done,” she told him firmly, implacably. “It's proper for a girl to taste a boy's semen. That is, if ... if ... they're in a relationship. One where they are doing those sorts of things.” She took a deep breath. “It's all right for a girl. To taste semen. To swallow it. Not for a boy.”

Ranma smiled dazzlingly, as if her words made perfect sense. “Oh. That's all right, then. After all, I'm a girl.” He motioned his finger toward his mouth again, only to have it forcefully stopped once more.

“You're not a girl right now,” she told him, a hint of desperation coloring her voice. “You will not put that in your mouth. Do you hear me?”

Ranma stuck out his lower lip. “But then how am I gonna find out whether it tastes good or not?”

Kasumi wanted to groan out loud. The situation was impossible. Impossible! She stared at the finger, still pointing upward in the air, the film on it shining where the light coming in through the window struck it. Truth to tell, she hadn't had many opportunities for experimentation. Not nearly as many as she would have liked, anyway. But the experiences which had taken place were burned quite vividly in her memory. Surely it couldn't hurt ...

She licked her lips, then caught Ranma's eyes with her own. Held his eyes. Stared into them to impress upon him how serious she was. “If you promise — promise! — to say nothing of this to my sisters, ever, then I'll find out for you.”

“You will?” Ranma asked, choking. He hadn't dreamed that he could really get her to do this.

“Promise,” she demanded.

“I, uh, promise,” Ranma stuttered, still not believing this could happen. “They'll never hear about it from me. No one will.”

Kasumi nodded, then pulled the finger toward her own mouth. She paused a bare finger's width away, staring cross-eyed at it. It had been a long time since she last tasted a man's ambrosia. Well, before this morning anyway. The memory made her thighs clench. Closing her eyes to better savor the flavor, she closed her mouth over the end of the boy's finger. Her tongue pressed firmly to the flesh, then circled all the way around it, finding every precious drop. Her puckered lips sucked tightly against the skin as she slowly withdrew the digit. So good! So ... little.

Ranma nearly came again, watching this display.

Kasumi opened her eyes again, gazing dreamily at the young man standing before her. It had been so long ...

“So ... how was it?” Ranma asked hoarsely.

Kasumi blinked, straightened. “Oh. Um, it was good.” She gave a tentative smile. “Quite good, really.”

“It's really that good?” Ranma asked, pressing a little.

The older girl raised a hand to her mouth and coughed, trying to hide her embarrassment. “Yes, it's really very good. One might even say ... delicious.” Then remembering, she hastily added, “But it's only for girls.”

Ranma tried not to leer. “Would you like some more then?”

Kasumi's eyes flashed down to stare at the male organ, still fully exposed and already standing at a bit less of a downward angle. Her eyes shot back up to the boy's face, and she tried to take a step backward, almost tripping over the bed. “Ranma-kun!” she exclaimed. “What are you suggesting?”

‘Kun’ and not ‘chan’ Ranma wondered to himself. Trying to keep his mind off his stiffening prick, he raised his arm and pointed to the side. Toward the bra which still rested on the desk.

Kasumi's eyes followed his arm, before realizing he was pointing to the leftover still filling the bra cup. Then she felt her face burn in at least ten different shades of red, praying that the unnaturally innocent girl-turned-boy had no idea of how she had originally interpreted his offer. “I ... I ...”

“If it's that good, it shouldn't go to waste,” Ranma pointed out virtuously.

Kasumi's eyes remained fixed upon the bra on her desk. “I ... I think you should leave now, Ranma-chan.” More firmly, “Surely you want to turn back into a girl by now.”

Ranma twitched. It wouldn't be believable to deny that. “But you won't let it go to waste?” he asked. Whined, rather.

“I promise it won't go to waste,” Kasumi told him, so softly as to be almost inaudible. Her eyes were still directed toward the desk.

“Well ... okay,” Ranma replied, trying not to sound grumpy. As slowly as he could, he pulled the yukata back on, walked over to the door, opened it, slipped out into the hall, and slowly, slowly closed the door again. Kasumi never moved.

Ranma leaned his back against the door, feeling suddenly as out of breath as if he'd swum the Sea of Japan. After a minute he heard very soft “mmm” sounds from the other side of the door. He closed his eyes and grimaced, his cock suddenly springing back to full attention.

“Down boy!” he hissed. “I try anything else with her today, no way she's gonna believe it. And I don't think I better try one of the others until I learn more about 'em. But tomorrow.” He paused, shuddering, until he brought the wave of lust under control. “Tomorrow. I definitely got to find a way to get even further. Fuck, yeah.”