First Kiss, Part 2

From the end of Part 1:
“Girls! Form a wall! Block the view!”

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Sadly, no one listened. The other girls were just as fascinated by what was happening as all the boys. Cell phones were whipped out, recording video and taking photographs. The only response to Yuka's and Sayuri's efforts was that some fellow students grabbed them and pulled them out of the way so everyone else could watch unobstructed.

Nabiki, observing these developments from a second floor window, wondered if she should go down and help her little sister. Or perhaps use the opportunity to make some money. On further contemplation, she decided to do neither. With Ranma in his current state, attempting to help could get her seriously injured. While if she attempted to make money off of what was happening, the serious injuries might come later. After all, her little sister did know where she lived. She felt a little bad about this decision, but for the sake of her own health she merely settled back to watch with interest. And take a few photos of her own.

Still shouting at Ranma to stop, Akane gave up on attacking him and concentrated on trying to cover herself. Without a supporting arm, she fell onto her back, lying on the grass. She was all too aware that she was doing a pathetic job of hiding her interesting bits, and that around her boys and girls were taking photographs, recording her nude flesh for posterity.

The crowd of gathered students watched in awe, barely able to believe that this was occurring in front of their eyes. The few who might have been inclined to interfere were both too scared of Ranma, and too aware of what had happened to Yuka and Sayuri when they attempted to do so. Those two girls had ended up tied to one of the trees, helpless now to do anything. A sea of pants showed huge tents in front. Less visibly, panties had become soaked under all the skirts. Cameras captured permanent images of Ranma's massive prick jutting straight out below him — mostly cameras belonging to girls. Other cameras — belonging to both genders — would preserve pictures of Akane's lovely boobs, topped by stiff nipples which her squirming arm failed to keep covered, as well as the neat bush of hair just above the juncture of her thighs, which the splayed fingers of her other hand left almost entirely revealed.

In the meantime Ranma, no longer needing to worry about the interfering fabric, finished his contemplation about maneuvering them for the next step. With a shove against her side from one of his front paws, he easily flipped Akane over onto her stomach. Darting forward, he caught the back of her collar in his teeth, then tugged upward. Choking, Akane was forced up, supporting herself on her outstretched hands, in order to relieve the pressure. With further tugging backward, she had to come up onto her knees as well. She was about to try shoving her feet back and dropping her hips down when she felt the rigid organ extended beneath her, through the hairs on her mound and beyond, to her navel. If she tried to push her rear down, the massive tool would necessarily slide right over her most private place, making it all too simple for Ranma to shove himself inside of her. So instead she held still, as she futilely tried to come up with a plan for anything she could do to stop this.

Due to the need to hold herself up with her arms, Akane obviously was no longer covering herself even a little. Her breasts hung lewdly below her, the erect nipples pointing straight down, making every boy salivate as they continued to use their cameras. Unfortunately, Ranma's position kneeling behind her covered most of that view, but a number of students to either side and slightly behind had a good line of sight. Their recordings would later show a fine view of Akane's petals, spread wide and shining wetly, with rolls of flesh on either side of a deep rosy color.

Naturally, holding still while trying to come up with a plan was ultimately not going to stop anything. With one smooth motion Ranma drew back and speared forward. His aim was true, and the head of his cock parted Akane's nether lips and buried itself a short distance inside of her. The poor girl yelled a loud “itai!” as she tried to jerk forward. However, the collar about her neck tightened, choking her, forcing her to move back again.

With the queen's maidenhead now history, Ranma continued to push forward, one slow centimeter at a time. It took a couple of minutes, but at last he was buried balls deep in her cunt. At that point, as if relishing his achievement in copulating with his mate, he held still.

Akane's brain was quickly shutting down. She had just lost her virginity. In front of the entire school. They had filmed it! She still couldn't get away. The gigantic rod inside of her that was currently splitting her in half prevented any motion backward, and the collar around her neck held in ... his ... teeth meant she couldn't move forward, up, down or to the side. All she could do was kneel here, completely naked, completely helpless, and allow herself to be fucked while everybody in school watched and enjoyed her total humiliation.

Although she didn't notice at the time, she would later realize with surprise that these thoughts of hers never used the verb “rape.” On some mental level, fantasies about her fiancé to which she would never have publicly admitted overruled such a usage.

Ranma pulled backward, his glistening staff slowly gliding into view from between Akane's folds. When all was visible except the head, he slid forward again with determination, burying the entire length within her once more. Then he repeated the motion. Out. Then in. Back out. In again. Akane, unable to stop herself, released a loud moan that echoed off the face of the school.

Many boys put hands inside their pockets, trying to readjust their painfully restrained erections. Most took the opportunity to rub their fingers along their dicks through the material of the pockets, hoping vainly that this would go unnoticed. Almost to a man they longed to pull down their zippers, free their stiff manhoods, and stroke themselves until they emptied their balls onto the ground. Only the presence of the girls around them prevented them from doing so. What they didn't know was that most of those girls were wishing they dared to put their hands under their skirts, inside of their panties, and rub themselves to screaming orgasms.

By now conscious thought was a thing of the past for Akane. The only thoughts of which her brain was capable were those of the pleasure being generated by the invading cock between her legs. She did not notice the grass under her palms and knees, nor the air on her bare flesh, except for the slight tingles of pleasure as breezes brushed across her nipples. She had no awareness of the schoolyard, or the students around her, or the many cameras still filming her first fuck. She had no mental capacity to spare for wishing that she could cover herself, or escape in any fashion from the situation she was in. All that mattered was The Cock, and the way it filled her cunt, and the enormous and growing wave of euphoria which was threatening to crash over her.

At first no one noticed as Ranma's thrusts increased in speed. No one except, perhaps, for Akane, though only in the sense of an increase in the pleasure rushing through what was left of her mind. She had already begun pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts, and matched his rhythm unconsciously. After a few more minutes it become obvious to everyone that they were moving much faster.

With a loud meow, Ranma slammed himself forward, holding himself firmly in Akane's depths. She in turn made a wordless noise as she felt her womb filled to overflowing with his hot cream. With that sensation, the wave which had towered over her crashed down at last, causing the girl to tremble violently in a climax which lasted at least three minutes. The powerful surges of ecstasy fried all remaining neurons, leaving her in an unthinking trance filled with memories of pleasure.

Ranma slowly pulled out, the head emerging with an audible plop, and a stream of thick jism. He tried to bend down to lick himself clean, but couldn't make his spine work quite right. In frustration he decided to see if the queen would take care of this, and moved around to her front. Placing a paw atop her head, he gradually pushed down, until her mouth engulfed his still large prick. Acting on some instinct, Akane unthinkingly swirled her tongue all around the still somewhat firm flesh, sucking down the fluids coating it and continuing to leak out of the tip.

Around them their fellow students moved closer, drawn in. No one had put away their cameras yet. The ones behind Akane were gleefully recording her gaping gash, thick white fluid leaking out and flowing downward to hang in long strings, before breaking free and falling with wet plops onto the grass.

Nabiki pushed her way through the crowd until she stood beside her sister, amusement curving her lips and dancing in her eyes. From somewhere she produced a collar which she closed around Ranma's neck, and to which she then attached a leash. “Come on, lover boy,” she said, “let's get you home.”

She gave a slight tug, and Ranma docilely withdrew himself from his mate's mouth. He padded along on all fours behind the other girl, utterly content, without questioning her intent. Luckily for him, her only plan was to get him home, taking advantage only insofar as enjoying the power trip of having him crawling naked behind her the entire way. She was not particularly concerned about Akane, sure the girl would awaken in another moment, quite able then to take care of herself. And truth to tell, Nabiki had no desire to be in the vicinity when that happened.

She called back over her shoulder, “Someone should wake up my sister. Okay?” She then walked out the school gate and turned the corner.

Behind her, students looked around at each other, waiting to see who would take action. Within the circle they formed, Akane still knelt there, nude, cum leaking from her cunt and traces of more on her chin. She hadn't moved except to straighten her arms, lifting her head up once more from where Ranma had pushed it down. Her eyes stared forward, blankly.

One girl waved her hand in front of Akane's face. There was no reaction. “Wow,” she muttered.

A boy reached his hand toward Akane's ass, but another girl slapped it away. She shook her head at him, but made no other move. It seemed that, while the girls had also enjoyed Akane's humiliation and even gotten off on it, there were limits they would enforce. The boys regretfully accepted this, and some of the smarter ones even acknowledged that any aggressive actions might bring her out of the daze faster.

So instead they just took the opportunity to take as many pictures as they could while they were able. A few at a time, both boys and girls moved in nearer with their cell phone cameras to get closeups. The ones doing so from behind were delighted that her opening was still spread more than a little, clearly indicative of the recent penetration.

Although allowing the boys to do nothing else, a few of the girls did hold their hands underneath Akane between her legs, catching some of the dripping spunk in their palms. They then held their hands above their schoolmate, turning them over, allowing the fluids to drip down upon Akane's ass, her back, and her hair. Whimpering with their frustrated desire to participate, the boys could only take further photographs of the results.

Deciding that they'd probably done enough, some of the girls gathered closer. Saying softly, “Okay, Akane, it's time to get up,” a couple of girls put their hands under her arms and lifted. Akane allowed herself to be lifted to her feet, and then stood there, saying nothing. Her arms hung loosely at her sides.

Naturally, the cameras went to work again.

“Boy, she's really out of it,” one of the girls remarked. “Do you think we could get away with even more?”

One of the other girls shook her head thoughtfully. She said, “We probably could, but no. Photographs are one thing when we're not the ones who undressed her, and sex with her fiancé is another thing, but anything more would cross the line for me.”

“Not for me,” several boys piped up in unison.

“Too bad,” the last girl said. “Fun and games are over. We're going to take her home now.”

With that, a number of girls who lived in the same general direction formed a double circle around Akane. With gentle prodding they got her moving, and soon she was walking down the sidewalks toward home, still naked but surrounded by the other girls. Passersby could only catch brief glimpses.

Then it happened. Awareness returned. They were still only halfway to the Tendo home when Akane shrieked, and desperately and futilely tried to cover herself. Without thinking she burst into a run, breaking through the circle of girls and madly dashing naked down the road. She ran all the way home, through the front door, down the hall, and into the bathing room. The topmost thought in her mind was to clean herself, and then to hunt down that, that, boy!

Except as she slammed the door of the bathing room behind herself, she discovered that this was where Nabiki had chosen to leave the still naked Ranma. Who clearly still thought he was a cat. And who was eyeing his mate with lustful interest ...