Greenery Day, Day 19 (1)

After watching the police haul off the tranquilized panda for the fourth morning in row, Ranma walked into a nearby café and ordered breakfast for himself. He wanted to mull over his plans for the day one more time before putting them into effect. Or trying to put them into effect. After all, things didn't always go quite the way he intended.

He had managed to get the Tendo girls to tell him quite a lot about themselves the last three days, and even paid attention. He knew that Kasumi had a fair bit more experience than she wanted either of her sisters to know about, as well as some pretty quirky ideas, like her whole ‘boys shouldn't touch semen’ attitude. It had given him considerable amusement to maneuver her into saying more than she intended in front of the other two girls, and watching her blush afterward. The looks of shock on Akane's face were kind of priceless as well.

In almost direct contrast, Nabiki tried to pretend to more experience than she truly had. Although she never came straight out and claimed anything that wasn't true, still she danced around the truth trying to get him to draw the wrong conclusions. After sifting her words for the last few days, however, he was nearly certain that she hadn't done anything more than kiss a boy so far. A smile touched his lips as he reflected on his plan to make use of that tendency to imply she'd done more than she really had.

The youngest sister, Akane, hadn't even kissed a boy. She had some darned unflattering opinions about guys in general, although in those instances where her sisters persuaded her to set those attitudes aside for a few moments, she could demonstrate an innocent curiosity about sex — and his body in particular — which was always guaranteed to make him rock hard. And to be honest with himself, once she had explained about the morning fights with the idiots at her school, he found that he couldn't blame her too much for her opinions. It was a pity that every day was Sunday for him, and he couldn't make a trip to her school to beat the shit out of all those assholes himself, but he had played with the notion of hunting down this Kuno fellow one day and putting him in the hospital until the time loop reset.

The second day of pretending to be a girl had been almost identical to the first, other than learning a lot more about the girls. He had hoped to get further with Kasumi during their sex education lesson that afternoon, but it hadn't worked out that way. The only additional success he could claim for that day was that he got back to her bedroom quickly enough after changing back to a guy that she didn't have a chance to put her panties back on. She was still completely nude when he left the room for the final time, but he'd hoped to achieve so much more.

Then the day after that. Hell, talk about things not going according to plan. He'd been standing in a slightly different position or something in the furo when Nabiki grabbed his cock and Kasumi pulled her hand off. Whether that was the reason, or something else, Kasumi hadn't managed to get in front of him in time when he came. Instead it was Akane's face he'd painted with his jism in long trails from forehead to chin. His last clear memory was the look of utter and complete shock in her eyes.

After that there was only pain. And the rest of the day was a complete blank.

Yesterday, or rather, the most recent repetition of the day, had gone much, much better. For one thing, he'd been able to position himself a little closer in the furo, and when he came, not only did Kasumi manage to interpose herself, but he was able to aim himself somewhat. As a result, even though her face was liberally splattered, a lot more of his spunk was concentrated around her mouth. She had licked it off, just like the previous two occasions, but this time he had the pleasure of watching her lap up a whole lot more.

Then there was the sex education lesson with Kasumi in the afternoon. Ranma hummed to himself in pleasure as he replayed the memory of how that worked out at the end.

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He looked down at the older girl lying naked on the bed in front of him, on her side with her face buried in the pillow. She had reacted in an identical manner as on the previous two days to the realization that he had been fully aware of her licking his cum off of her lips earlier in the bathing room. Thankfully the position did nothing to conceal either her gorgeous boobs or the patch of brown fur at the junction of her thighs. Ranma pumped his iron shaft vigorously while drinking in the sight, knowing that he'd have to be ready to shoot shortly after she noticed what he was doing.

However, today he had no intention of filling her bra cup again. Instead he positioned his left hand, palm up, right at the end of his dick. He licked his lips as he watched Kasumi stir and push herself up.

When she sat up her eyes widened in shock, and she exclaimed as before, “Ranma-chan! What are you doing?” On the other hand, she didn't fall over on her back this time, which he supposed was due to his hand shielding her from anything which might erupt in her direction.

In any case, he had to muster the energy to give her the appropriate response, despite how close he was to coming. Grunting, Ranma announced, “I wanna find out what it tastes like. I'm gonna catch some and taste it.”

Kasumi looked as dumbfounded as the previous occasions, and her response was no more coherent. “No, you can't! A girl mustn't swallow her own cum!” A pause. “I mean ... a boy's semen is for a girl. Not the boy, that's wrong. Only the girl should ... uh, that is, if she's ... if they're ... if ...” She put a hand over her eyes, then moved it and looked at him again. “A boy shouldn't do that.”

“Well I'm a girl, and I wanna taste it,” Ranma declared hoarsely through gritted teeth. He moaned as he approached the point of no return, and stumbled forward a half step.

Kasumi's arm flashed out to grab his hand where it was pumping his cock, probably with some idea for stopping him. Today he was ready and pulled his own hand away at the last second, so that her grip closed around his shaft. His hand closed again a split second later, over hers, and pumped again, only this time it was the firm grasp of Kasumi's soft hand which slid along the length of his manhood. That one stroke was more than enough, and Ranma's entire body spasmed as he filled his left hand with blast after blast of sticky white cream.

He released her hand instantly, before the flabbergasted Kasumi truly realized what had just happened. He noted with pleasure that she, on the other hand, did not immediately release her own grip on his shaft. In fact, her hand moved back and forth slightly, although that was as likely as anything to be due to simple inability to hold her arm steady.

A thread of white cum leaked between his fingers, stretched, and broke off. Two pairs of eyes followed its descent as it fell into the nest of curly brown hairs right at the top of Kasumi's slit. The young woman moaned and reached down with her free hand to wipe it away, but only managed to smear the gooey drop among the hairs and onto her flesh.

Ranma fought down a leer, and moved on to the next step. He raised his left hand slowly toward his face. Licking his lips in an anticipatory fashion, he remarked, “Okay. Now to see how it tastes.”

Kasumi shot to her feet, yanking Ranma forward as her hand pulled on his slightly deflated prick. Looking down in startlement, it seemed to take her several seconds to realize what she was holding, or that it was her hand doing the holding. Once the realization was fully processed her fingers flew open. Shaking her head to put those thoughts behind her, she reached up and grabbed Ranma's arm at the wrist.

“Ranma-chan, you can't do that,” Kasumi pleaded. “Boys don't put semen in their mouth. That's just ... wrong. No proper boy would do such a thing.” Throughout the speech she never once looked him in the eyes; her gaze was entirely fixed upon the puddle in his cupped hand.

“But I'm a girl, not a boy,” Ranma reminded her querulously. “So it's all right.”

“No it's not,” Kasumi replied firmly. “Right now you're a boy, and ... and that means you need to behave like a boy.”

Ranma pouted. “But then how am I gonna know whether it tastes good?”

Kasumi struggled to think, still staring at his hand. “I ... I suppose you could change back into a girl first.”

Ranma blinked, nonplussed. That wasn't the answer he was shooting for at all. He gave his hand a dubious look and ventured, “Not sure I can manage to hold onto it until I can find some cold water and change back. Not to mention I'd need to get dressed before I go running around the house looking for some cold water, and that wouldn't be so easy one-handed. Besides, what if it doesn't stay fresh that long?”

After the first sentence, Kasumi prepared to suggest that she could go get the cold water for him. After she got dressed herself, of course. But then his last statement penetrated and she frowned. Semen really was best when it was fresh.

Ranma started to raise his hand toward his mouth again, pulling on her arm. After a moment Kasumi pulled back, resisting, and he allowed her to stop him. He whined, “I wanna know, I have it now, and I ain't got time to change back.”

Kasumi added her other hand to her grip and hauled back, pulling Ranma's arm a few centimeters further from his mouth. The image of letting him do what he was attempting was intolerable, but there was only one alternative she could think of. She only hoped the idea was a good one, and didn't merely seem good because the thought made her moist. Hesitantly she said, “I suppose I could find out for you. But! You have to promise — promise! — that you'll never mention this to my sisters.”

Ranma kept the victorious grin off of his face. “You will?” he asked, making the lust in his voice sound like wonder.

“You have to promise,” the naked girl holding his arm repeated.

Ranma nodded, a little harder than he intended. “I promise. Cross my heart. I'll never tell anyone.”

Kasumi licked her lips. “Okay then,” she said in little more than a whisper. She raised his hand up to a point level with her chin. Bending her face forward slightly, she extended her tongue and touched the tip to the surface of the pool of jism. The taste awoke vivid memories, and it occurred to her that Ranma might not believe her if she didn't act like she was taking a real taste. With that she plunged her tongue fully into the puddle, pressing it against the skin of his palm, then scooping up a goodly amount and bringing it up into her mouth. She held it on her tongue for one blissful moment before swallowing, relishing the feel of the thick spunk sliding slowly down her throat.

“So,” Ranma choked out, entranced by her behavior. “What's it like?”

“Wonderful,” Kasumi drawled out dreamily. It was even better than her memories, the adult teenager thought, and wondered if that was due to the distance of the memory or if Ranma truly did taste better than the few men with whom she had prior experience. Then she seemed to realize, despite her closed eyes, that Ranma was looking at her in a peculiar fashion. Opening her eyes she stuttered, “It's very good. Trust me. Really, really good.”

“That good, huh?” The boy looked at his hand as if he was considering something.

Kasumi quickly moved one of her hands from his wrist to cover his palm, feeling some of the contents stick to the surface of her own hand. “Yes, very good. But it's only for girls.”

Ranma pretend-frowned. “Seems a pity to waste it then. But if I can't try it, I guess I just gotta get dressed and go wash it off. Unless ...” He looked up at her. “Unless you'd like some more. I mean, if it's that good and all.”

Kasumi was looking at him when he made this suggestion, and she felt her mind go blank. Her eyes slowly turned back down toward their overlapping hands. She licked her lips, shuddering slightly as heat spread across her body. She became aware that her face must be burning. There was no way to give in to this desire except to behave in a wanton fashion right in front of Ranma, given that he was holding the object of temptation, as it were. To let the prim and proper mask slip in front of this stranger.

Slip more, anyway. In fact, she wouldn't be doing anything she hadn't just done while he watched. And she already had his promise not to say anything to anyone. And he was so innocent, that he couldn't possibly realize all of the implications of her behavior.

Or at least, it wasn't hard to accept such rationalizations in her current frame of mind.

Without speaking further, Kasumi lifted her hand off of his and brought her hand up to her mouth. She quickly licked across her own palm, collecting all of the residue which clung there. Then she leaned over and touched her tongue to his hand once more. Carefully, delicately, she began to lap up the cream he held there. The pool gradually disappeared until she was dragging her tongue across almost dry skin, seeking out any traces which remained. Finally, reluctantly, the girl lifted her head, nearly oblivious to the boy who still stood before her.

Ranma was hard as a rock. And hoping like hell that Kasumi wouldn't notice. Or maybe that she would, and might decide to coax even more cum out of him for her dining pleasure.

Eventually Kasumi took notice of his presence once more. “Ah, Ranma-kun,” she addressed him with a dazed expression, seeming uncertain of why he was there in her room.

“Um, had enough?” Ranma asked, not quite daring to suggest openly that there was more to be had where that came from.

“Oh, yes,” the young woman replied in obvious pleasure. Then she blinked, as if realization of her own words was starting to penetrate the fog.

The teenage boy changed his mind, deciding to hell with it, even if he screwed up now, there was always another today. “If you want more, I, uh, seem to be ready to make more. If you'd like to, you know, get it out.”

Kasumi looked down at the very erect cock pointing at her own nudity, and frowned. That had sounded ... not quite so innocent as she expected. In fact ...

She crossed her arms over her chest, pressing them over her magnificent mammaries. “I don't think so. In fact, I think you should go now.”

Ranma kicked himself internally. Still, she hadn't hit him or yelled at him, and didn't even seem particularly angry, just a bit ... suspicious. Not really a disaster, and like he'd told himself a moment ago, tomorrow was another today. Eighteen or so hours from now, and this girl would never remember any of it, let alone a suggestion that might have been more perverted than he was supposed to be capable of making.

He shrugged his shoulders, trying to act like it was of no matter. “Okay,” he replied, “I guess I oughta change back to a girl and go unpack my stuff. See ya later.” He gave her a bright smile, winning a puzzled expression in return, before pulling the robe back on and slipping quickly out the door. He paused on the other side long enough to catch his breath, pumped his fist in victory, then skipped down the stairs to find some water.

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Ranma grinned over his breakfast once more, as he finished rerunning the scene from Kasumi's bedroom the previous day. A pity she hadn't gone along with actively giving him a handjob, or even more, but he had no complaints with what he had talked her into. Even now his prick was solid steel from the memory of the older girl licking every drop of his cum out of the palm of his hand.

Now for today ... He went over his plans one more time in preparation.