Chapter 1 - Wedding Night

 The sky was clear and the sun shone brightly; the chanting of the crickets came as deafening to Ranma as he stood before the Tendo household waiting on the deliberations going on inside. He knew that one of those three girls was going to end up being his bride, and not a single one of them struck him as a particularly good fit. Not to mention the embarrassment of having first being seen as a girl. 

 His father sat next to him, scratching his head without much interest. “You should relax. Everything is going to go fine.” 

 Ranma’s eyes flashed as he turned them to the old man. “My future is being decided without my input. Not to mention, they still can’t shake their image of me as a girl. I can hear them giggling as they look my way.” 

 Genma waved his concerns away. “You’re a man, Ranma. Don’t let the curse get to you.” 

 How was he supposed not to do that? When Soun first embraced him upon his arrival and accidentally squished his breasts between them, Ranma could feel the old man’s dick stirring against his feminine body. Whoever you are whose appearance I stole… I’m sorry. 

 It wasn’t much longer until Soun appeared and stood before them. “Well?” asked Genma. “Have you come to any conclusion?” 

“Let’s talk aside for a moment.” 

 Ranma wondered what this was supposed to mean. A single glance inside the house showed him that the three sisters were staring back at him, though none of them showed any real sign of emotion. Would it be random? Were they all refusing to marry? Don’t tell me that I’m going to get all three of them… Considering how they barely seemed to get along, having all three as brides would have been a nightmare. The idea of sharing a bed with all three and feeling them up against him was the only good part of--

“Ranma!” his father cried. “Come here.” 

 Ranma gulped and went over to where the two men were discussing. Soun scratched his head, looking pained, and began to speak. “There’s some good news and bad news. The good news is that, technically speaking, the marriage is still on. The bad news is that none of my girls will agree to marry you.” 

 Ranma stared at him, confused. “Then who am I to marry?” 

 Soun grunted and shifted uncomfortably. Genma glanced up at his friend and snapped with an accusatory tone. “Him! He’s suggesting you marry him!” 

 The old Tendo lifted shrugged helplessly. “It wasn’t my suggestion! It was the girls’!” 

 The three sisters sensed there was an argument starting and came out to offer support to their father. Akane came raised a finger up in Genma’s face. “It’s much better this way! Father wanted a male heir anyway, so now Ranma could give him one. Plus, that means we can all marry later on, so that’s an even bigger dowry for the temple. Not to mention, none of us want to marry Ranma and none of us will.” 

 His father started arguing back; Ranma only listened to everything in disbelief. Were they seriously suggesting he marry this old man? That was nuts. Not just nuts, in violation of what nature decreed! He couldn’t possibly give him an heir. He wasn’t a girl. “Are you all crazy?” 

 Soun put his hands together and tried to make it all sound reasonable. “Think about it this way. It’s not the real Ranma that’s being married off, but some girl none of us knows. But you will happen to be in control of her body. It’s no different than if you played with a toy or a puppet.” 

 Having to picture his body as a toy or a puppet hardly made things seem any better. Having boobs and red hair wasn’t normal, but he still felt like himself. “I’m not sure.” 

 With all the arguing going on, there was no way to come to any resolution just by discussing things over. Ultimately, it would need to come down to Ranma’s luck. “Let’s have it this way,” said Soun. “You flip this coin; if you win, all of us will force Akane to marry you no matter what; if not, you will go into your girl form and marry me for a limited time.” 

 Given the pressure of being outnumbered and the lack of any other option, Ranma could only agree. In truth, he wasn’t even sure what was happening anymore, and he definitely wouldn’t consider marrying Akane any sort of victory. 

 It came down to Genma to flip the coin. They all watched as his father threw it up into the air and then slapped it down on the back of his hand. “Go on,” said Soun. “Pick.” 

 Ranma hoped that his father might at least try to give him some sort of signal, but none came. He grit his teeth as his entire future stood to be decided by a guess. “Tails?” 

 All of them crowded around Genma as he moved his hand and revealed the side of the coin. “Heads,” the old man announced unhappily.



 Whenever Ranma had heard stories of young girls being sent off to marry older men, he never imagined he would be counted as one of them. And yet here he was in his girl form, having his hair done by the three sisters while the men were waiting with Soun for the ceremony to start. “You’ll make a great wife,” Akane kept teasing him. “You probably have bigger boobs than most of us here, so you can feed whatever baby dad gives you.” 

“I’m not going to have a baby!” Ranma shot back. “I’m not a girl!”

 They laughed. “You look and sound like one, though!” 

 They deserved to have him turn back and fuck each and every one of them right now. That would teach them a lesson about making light of this situation. No, he wasn’t a girl, and what Soun said before made some degree of sense… He would only be using this stranger’s appearance to get the deed done and that would be that. I’ll be two people at once, he thought, trying to comfort himself. That the old man might try to have his way with him as well was not something he even considered. Despite all the talk of pregnancy and whatnot, he would fight that off bitterly. 

 

 The wedding ceremony was mercifully brief. 

 The only real problem as far as Ranma could tell was that Soun was taking things a lot more seriously than what he would have liked. Not only was the old man going through the proceedings with a stern and serious face, but Ranma would occasionally feel his eyes passing over his body and lingering over his breasts and ass. Why are you looking at me like that, you old pervert? he wanted to shout. I’m not a girl! And yet he was undoubtedly the most feminine person there, not only because of the attention placed to his appearance, but also given the curves of his new female body that others agonized over. 

 This is a mistake, I shouldn’t have agreed to this…

 As dusk was setting, he found himself for the first time alone with Soun, the two of them together in what was to be their new shared room. Ranma wasn’t sure what to say, and the old man’s burning gaze wasn’t making it any easier. “So…” he started slowly. “Where will you sleep tonight?” 

 Soun’s brows went up. “Huh? What do you mean?” 

“Should we really be sharing a room?...” 

“Of course we should! We’re husband and wife! How else would it be?” 

 Ranma just stared at him, at a loss for words. Did this old man seriously think they were going to be husband and wife for real? Sure, those were his hopes, but Ranma’s own hopes were that Soun would get tired of the arrangement and give him a break later on. If it was an heir he wanted so badly, surely Ranma could’ve found a baby somewhere and presented it to him as theirs… 

 Sensing his hesitation, the old man rose and came over, then put his hands on Ranma’s arms. “Listen, from this day on, you’re my wife.” 

“In theory… But I’m a… I’m a boy…” 

 Soun clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Of course not. Look at you! You’re a girl, it’s as plain as day.”

“But--” 

“Listen,” said Soun with a friendly smile. “When you train, when you’re out there doing what you want, you can go back to being Ranma, the strong young man. But so long as you are in this house, in this dojo, you are going to be my wife. And I want to see you like this. You need to look pretty for me. Don’t even think of yourself as the same person as the man that’s training. Right here, right now, you’re just my wife that needs to give me a son. Separate worlds.” 

 Ranma gulped and avoided his gaze. “Separate worlds…” he repeated. 

“That’s right.” Soun’s touch grew more tender as he started moving his fingers down his back and towards the plump and round girly butt. “You’re still Ranma right now; just a different one. You need to think of yourself as a girl. Can you do that?” 

 The wife Ranma bobbed her head, though her entire body tensed up. She could feel the gnarled fingers making their way further down the curve of her back and crossing the upper reaches of her ass. “I can try.” 

 Towering over her, her older husband grinned with delight. “Good, good. Don’t worry, I’ll treat you very well. So well you won’t even want to go back to being a boy.” 

 An anxious laugh left her lips. “I’m not sure about that.”

 Soun finally gripped her ass, his fingertips going deeply into the young cheeks. Ranma squirmed against him, but the old man just put one arm around her back and pushed her up against his chest, letting her round boobs massage him as his hands explored her tender curves. “We’re so lucky that you ended up with a body like this,” he said with a pleased groan. “I couldn’t believe you were that ugly toad’s son when I saw you. I suppose I was right…” 

 Ranma struggled to move away from him without bringing too much disrespect, but the old man’s hold was far too strong to slip away from. Worse, the feeling of those manly hands moving all over her body were bringing up conflicting feelings. For some reason, a part of her tingled in response, yielding to him completely, while another shouted that she was still a guy deep down and that giving it up to Soun, even in her girl form, was completely unacceptable. I can’t be a real guy ever again if a man takes my virginity, she dreaded. 

 Her new husband showed zero signs of knowing what went on in her head and just continued having his fun relishing his new property. The first kiss from him hit Ranma on the side of the head. It was gentle and warm, but his body reacted to it so strongly that it may as well have been a blow. 

“Shhh, calm down,” Soun whispered, so close that his heated breath filled her ear. “I’m going to let you take it easy tonight. After all, it’s only your first time.” 

 My first time… My first time is going to be with this old man… Tears came to Ranma’s eyes. He should have fought harder to avoid this. His father should have fought harder, too. So what if those three bratty sisters didn’t want to marry? Why did that mean he needed to go through this? And that stupid pool! None of this would have happened if he never fell inside… I want to be a man! A proper man! 

 As her husband brought up her kimono, the night breeze whooshed through the open window and hit her pale thighs and made her jump as it crept all the way up to her hot inner thighs -  the reminder that she was now a wife and nothing more came in full force. Tomorrow, she might be the usual Ranma once more, but tonight she was going to have to stay in this weak feminine body and accept Soun’s advances.  

 The old man took the folds of the kimono in his grip and let his other hand go down over the perky curve of her butt. The moonlight streamed into the room and fell over her delightfully snowy skin, pearled with sweat drops, as her husband touched her pale cheeks for the first time. Though it should have been nothing, it felt like her silky flesh was catching fire as his aged fingertips caressed it, the flames spreading all the way down to her pussy… A pang of arousal began to develop that she failed to suppress, the shame overwhelming her instead. 

 I’m getting turned on by this old man… she thought weakly. This shouldn’t be happening. There’s no reason for this… I’m a guy, I shouldn’t be feeling this… 

 As if finally sensing her psychic distress, Soun once again kissed her head and let her nuzzle against his chest. “There’s no shame in your arousal, Ranma. Female bodies are coarse and carnal things made only for breeding. They don’t care if it’s their husband touching them or some thug that’s put them down. So long as a male is strong enough to overwhelm them, their wombs surrender eagerly to their power either way.” 

 That wasn’t true… was it? As offensive as it may have sounded, having to listen to the words only made Ranma more heated and mindless than before. Her chest rose and fell against him breathlessly. Feeling those strong hands kneading her ass and his pecs against her face filled her up with a feeling of her own weakness and inferiority. All she wanted was to make sure she could pleasure Soun and not give him any trouble…

 As she remained pressed against his body, his dick began to move against her stomach, hardening all the more as his hands went lower towards her pussy. “I’m going to take you now, Ranma,” Soun announced. “Do you understand?” 

 Her body just quivered at his touch. “Yes.”  

“And you know that when husbands take their wives, they might get a little overexcited? That I might say things and do things that I otherwise disapprove of? Things you shouldn’t take seriously.” 

 Just thinking about what he might do to her was making her drip wet. It was such a stupid reaction that Ranma couldn’t even understand it. It was… it was basically fear, so why was it arousing her so much? “Yes, I understand.”

“Good.” 

 Suddenly, Ranma felt something change. Even before Soun did anything, there was a feeling in the air that sent a deepening chill down her spine. 

 Then the old man slapped her ass hard enough to make her help and pushed her down to her knees, making them scrape against the floor. Ranma stared up at him from below, watching with trembling lips as he undid his robe and let his dick dangle before her. It wasn’t nearly as hardened as she suspected; but it was big enough in size that her eyes were glued to it, following the shaft from the engorged head that pushed out of the foreskin down to the thick base between his legs. 

 The old man lifted it up and put it on top of her face, making her feel the way it throbbed. His cock is on my face… thought Ranma, turning her nose under the meaty shaft. It smelled so powerfully of sweat that she knew its scent would be impregnated all over her face. Do I really have to do this? 

“Go on, my sweet young wife,” said Soun, passing his fingers through her red hair. “Give it a kiss.” 

 How could Ranma kiss his dick and still think of herself as a man after this ever again? That wasn’t what guys did. Even looking as she did now, even if she were truly a girl, being treated like this was so humiliating… 

 The old man slapped his dick down on her face. “Go on!” he barked, his tone now harsh. “I told you to kiss it up.” 

 Ranma reached up awkwardly and gave the underside of his his dick a peck. Its heat was oddly satisfying against her lips, and each time she repeated the action it seemed to become easier. After a few kisses, her mouth watered from the smell and the taste on her lips, and Ranma used the drool to plant some sloppy marks up and down. 

“Ahhh~” Soun grunted. “You’re so good at this, Ranma-chan. I never would’ve thought so.” 

 I’m not good at this… No, this was probably just some reflex from wherever the girl form came from. You must have been quite the slut. And there was no fighting it either. As her hands wrapped around his thick shaft and felt it pumping, her lust to worship it only grew. The entire power dynamic between them changed, and now it was the old man moaning his heart out as she took control of his entire body. 

“Fuck... God…” he was saying. “Ran… Ma…” 

 Ranma took the entire head of her husband’s dick inside her mouth and started sucking on it, tasting the drops of jizz that mixed with her own spit as she cradled it in her mouth and moved tongue all around it. So this is what… Sex is like… 

 As a girl.

“I can’t…” Soun began to stammer. The old man sat down in front of her, then pulled her in for a kiss. Ranma let her tongue get sucked into his mouth as he made out with her, taking her deeper and deeper, while his hands worked at taking off her kimono completely.  

 As she kissed her husband, Ranma could feel his fingers tugging at the sarashi that held her breasts together. He’s so desperate to get me naked… As soon as the fabric gave way to his eager fingers, Soun quickly ripped the rest of it off, letting her boobs fall out and sway majestically down from her fragile chest. 

 The old man stopped to admire them, grinning at their obscene size as they jiggled from the slightest move of her arms. Ranma blushed to see the way he devoured them with his eyes. He really likes them so much? I guess they are pretty big… She still felt too weird about having boobs to play with them to enjoy them to the fullest, but she was ready to offer them to her husband. 

 Soun took them up in his hands and came down to bury his head between them, kissing one and them the other, gently nibbling on them… “They taste so good, my little Ranma,” he was saying. “I’m going to eat every single part of you.” 

 That’s almost cute~ This stupid old man… Shivering with arousal, Ranma caressed his head and sent him down to her nipples, letting him suck on one and then the other, hearing him slurp over them in the most lascivious fashion. His warm spit dribbled down the sides and then went past to her tummy, slipping all the way to her ready cunt. Ranma reached down and started rubbing her clit with her husband’s drool, electrifying her entire body as a result. 

 She was completely giving into the moment and her lewd instincts, but there was no helping it in the moment. This isn’t me, this is just some girl whose eyes I’m seeing through, the guy inside of her kept saying. None of this counts so I can just do whatever I feel like… I can enjoy it as much as I want because it’s not seriously me… 

 Her husband slammed her down against the floor as he ravished her breasts, and Ranma finally began to cry out and flop around in pleasure. His teeth were hard and rough against her sensitive nipples and tears came to her eyes as he ripped at them without any consideration, but it only made it that much hotter… hot enough that she could feel her pussy juices flowing all the way down to her plump butt. 

“You’re such a dirty old man…” she whispered. 

 Soun gave her a look and slapped her tits hard enough that they bounced from side to side by themselves. “Is that so?” 

“You’re using… my young body… taking advantage of me…” 

 The old man got so hard as he spoke that Ranma could feel the throbbing head poking right into her soft stomach. “You were my friend’s son, but I managed to make you my wife,” he barked. He lowered his head to leer straight into her eyes, then spit into her face. “And now I’m going to make you my bitch.” 

“Asshole!” screamed Ranma, feeling a genuine pang of anger. 

 She lashed out to strike at him, but Soun only pinned her hands down and laughed. “What, you think you stand a chance against me? Look how weak you are.” Seeing her breasts dancing before him in the most appetizing way, he came down and gave them another tip, letting his tongue follow along from the sweaty underside of her breasts all the way up the curve till he reached her hardened nipple. 

“Aaahhh~” yelped Ranma. 

 Soun grinned in the dark. “That’s right, you little slut. Cry. Scream. That’s appropriate for a wife for the first time. Don’t you want your father to hear you crying out as I fuck your tiny little hole?” 

 Father… Ranma hadn’t even considered that. In truth, her father was more to blame for this than anyone else. He allowed this to happen, and so deserved the punishment of hearing whatever befell her. What Ranma hated was that those damned sisters would be out there too, no doubt hearing what was going on. They’re just going to laugh at me… 

 Soun started licking her stomach and came all the way down until his tongue made contact with her clit. It was such an intense feeling that Ranma could have described it as an explosion, a release of pure pleasure as his soft wet tongue played with her tiny clitty and drove her wild. She made no attempt to suppress the moans that came out of her mouth, though she could hear it ringing throughout the room, undoubtedly echoing throughout the house. She wanted others to hear how good this felt. 

 But the old man only wanted to tease her. He suddenly stopped and spread her legs wide, driving his rough fingers into her plump thighs as he held her open for him. “I thought to make you my fuck toy from the moment you came here,” he confessed. “I felt guilty knowing that you were a guy inside, but then…” He laughed. “Then I saw you as a guy. Ranma, you’re almost more feminine that way than you are like this. It’s pretty cute. But anyway, that’s when I knew that this wasn’t a curse. It was a blessing. I would’ve wanted to fuck a cute little slut like you either way, but fucking you with these tits jiggling for me? So much better.” 

 What? He wanted… This old man wanted to fuck him even when he saw her real male form? But that wasn’t possible… I would never do this as a guy, ever… 

 Ranma was too distracted by her thoughts to notice that Soun pulled back and was ready to push inside. Only as the huge head of his dick rammed past her lips and lodged itself inside of her did Ranma start to scream at the top of her lungs, feeling as if something were splitting her open from the inside out. 

 

 The three sisters were listening to the commotion from their father’s room with both shock and interest. Akane went out of her way to push Ranma into Soun’s arms, hoping that would get her out of having to marry, though she never thought they would go through with it… In her mind, either her father would be too grossed out by the notion of marrying a guy that looks like a girl, or Ranma would show his true colors by running away like a coward. Instead, here she was, listening in with Kasumi and Nabiki to the rustling going on.

“What the hell do you think they’re doing?” asked Akane. 

 Kasumi smiled. “It’s good. They’re getting along.”

“Eh? Surely you aren’t saying that they’re enjoying themselves. Need I remind you, Ranma is a guy. Dad wouldn’t… sleep with a guy… this is too weird to even think about!” screamed Akane, blushing wildly. “Ranma wouldn’t allow himself to be… you know.” 

 Nabiki watched her and grinned. “Fucked hard?” 

 The younger sister grumbled and covered her ears. “Don’t even say that! I don’t want to hear it!” Just a few days ago her married state seemed woven into fate. Now her would-be husband was her father’s wife… How is this even possible? Am I dreaming?

 Kasumi put her hand to the wall and shushed them. “Listen!” 

 There was no desire in her to want to hear what went on in the other room, but seeing her two sisters listening in made her want to follow suit, refusing to be the only one left out. I’m sure they’re just talking, there’s nothing else they could be doing… 

 As her ear absorbed the sounds coming through, Akane was relieved to hear only unintelligible whispering. “See! I told you they aren’t doing anything. This is all for show.” 

 Nabiki sighed with disappointment. “What a shame.” 

“Shut up!” 

 She was just about to move away from the wall when they heard a weak and feminine yelp that could only have come from Ranma. What the hell are they doing? Horrified, Akane went on listening as she watched her sister’s faces changing expressions with the new information, Kasumi cringing and Nabiki smiling. 

“They’re doing it!”

“No!” Akane shouted, loud enough that she feared it going through the thin walls. “No, they are not!”

 A thud followed. Akane shivered, goosebumps instinctively going up over her entire body. Dad, don’t tell me you’re… 

“Ahhh~” 

 The groan was so loud that not a single one of the three sisters could have missed it. Even Nabiki finally looked a little shaken. “Uhm,” she said laughingly, “what the hell?” 

 Before they could debate what it represented, it was followed by another series of guttural moans that were hard to decipher as being either painful, pleasurable, or both. Dad’s actually.. Dad’s fucking Ranma?! 

“That’s right, you little slut! Cry! Scream!”

 Hearing those words coming out of her father’s mouth made Akane turn away and flee in horror, covering her ears. “No! What the hell!” The whole thing was so gross that she could have thrown up. It was like she was right there, getting fucked alongside Ranma. A bad taste came to her mouth just thinking about it. 

 Akane lowered her hands hoping it might have stopped, but now Ranma’s fired-up cries rang throughout the entire house, and probably beyond their property. Whatever Soun was doing, it was clearly ruining her… 

 Her? No, Ranma’s a guy… 

 But none of those disgusting sounds that were etching themselves on her brain sounded like they came from a guy, let alone the one she encountered a few days ago with the lucid eyes and emotionless face. That must be someone else… some girl that snuck in… 

 As the three sisters shared the awful moment in silence, a door slid open and Genma appeared. As if things weren’t awkward enough, hearing Ranma getting banged by their father with his father standing right there made it that much worse. 

“Genma-san…” Akane noticed the old man looked tipsy after all the sake he had at the wedding and could barely carry himself. She wondered if he was going to charge into the room and try to hurt Soun, but as her eyes went over him, she suddenly noticed the crazy erection bulging out of his robe. Akane averted her eyes, though it didn’t look like Genma noticed anything. 

 He’s aroused by this?! What a disgusting old pervert! That’s his son in there! You’re listening to your son getting screwed by your friend, and you’re horny!? No wonder their father described Genma as a simpleton. 

 The old man’s glazed eyes locked with Akane’s. “My daughter is losing her virginity tonight.” 

“Your d-daughter?...” 

“That’s right.” 

“But Ranma is a… is a boy…” 

 He shook his head fiercely. “No, there are two Ranmas. One is my daughter, the other is my son. My son is out right now, but he’ll be back soon.” 

 So, that solved it. 

 The old man had gone completely delusional and was in denial of what was happening. It was a sad thing to witness, and Akane wasn’t sure if she felt guilty about all this. If I went through with this thing… 

 Genma stepped up to the three sisters and reached down to undo his robe. “I can’t be the only one heated up from what’s going on there. Don’t you girls want to have some fun?” 

 All three of them warded their sight and cried. “No! Go away! Go away!” 

 

 Soun heard the yelling going on and wondered what was happening. Surely, if there was anything important, they would have come in to notify him. Plus, all the noise made it so he no longer needed to restrain himself from making full use of Ranma. 

 His young wife arched her back under him as he fucked her tight young pussy, pushing in and out of her silky cunt with ease. The grizzled Soun had forgotten how good it felt to fuck a hot young thing such as Ranma, but now he was much more experienced and knowledgeable than he could have ever been as a young lad, and his wife older than Ranma when they first married. 

 His old wife had been more like a summer sunflower, but this new one was more like a delicate blossom to be plucked by a good hand. A prime cut of meat delivered to an experienced chef. There were countless metaphors to use, but the truth was tiny virgin pussies like these were meant to be broken in by strong old men that knew what they were doing. 

 Soun held his young wife by the waist as he plunged deeper into her and held her teary eyes. “Do you like that, sweetheart? Do you like the way I fuck you?”

 Ranma just jumped breathlessly as his dick passed over known sensitive spots inside of her and changed positions to discover new ones. Her wet cunt was so sensitive that just pushing his head in the whole way was enough to get her twisting around in displeasure; but Soun held her tightly and enjoyed every tremble that passed through her body as the silky walls enclosed around his veiny shaft. 

 As he fucked her harder and dropped his weight on top of her, Ranma began to scream and push him away. “No! Wait! You’re too deep! You’re too deep!” 

 Soun relished her sweet tears as they flowed down to her warm mouth. He leaned in and kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth as her entire body shook under him. Her fingers pushed into his stomach, but the old man just grabbed her wrists and held them together, letting her arms press her jiggling boobs together. “Ahhh, you look amazing, Ranma~” 

 He watched with joy as the breasts bounced wildly back and forth as he fucked her, a sheen of sweat gleaming off of them in the moonlight. Soun couldn’t help himself and started kneading them savagely as he smashed into her pussy, amazed at how big they actually were. “Even compared to my wife and my daughters, they’re just so big…” How could this hot slut have ever been a guy at all? 

 His cock ended up lodged so deep inside of her that Ranma could barely speak. Her mouth just opened wide, her eyes gaping into oblivion as each push brought his shaft impaled her deeper and deeper. It was so cute to watch her young body being broken down like this.

“Are you ready to come?” Soun teased her. “Let’s make sure everybody hears it.” 

“No, please! Please! Wa--” 

 The old man spread her legs wide and came down on top of them, letting his dick work its way as deep as it could go. Her young body thrashed wildly under him as he hit the most sensitive spots inside of her with his throbbing cock. Soun covered her mouth and stared into her teary eyes as he took her. “You’re my wife now, Ranma. That’s all you’ll ever be. The cute young wife that makes me strong sons. This is your destiny. Now let everybody know it.” 

 Holding her in position, the old man started thrusting in and out as fast as he could, pulverizing her tiny pussy. First her mouth turned into a soundless O, then she shrieked, her back arching, her pussy watering like a geyser each time he took his dick out.

“That’s right, you fucking slut! You were made to be a girl! Say it!” 

 Ranma sobbed with her eyes open and struggled to bear the intensity of her orgasm. “I was made to be a girl! I was made to be your wife!” 

 That was enough for him. Soun planted his tired head between her nice soft tits and let himself come inside, spilling his hot seed right into her virgin womb. Her tightened cunt did the rest of the work as her orgasm finished, milking his cock of every drop as he relaxed on her plump chest. His gaze wandered with the rising and falling of her excited breathe, and it was so comfortable that the old man found himself drifting into sleep...

