Bulma's Young Lover

Its been a day since Krillin, Bulma and Gohan have been
On Earth thanks to Goku’s wish to have them teleported back.
“Bulma?”
“Yes, Gohan?”
“Do you, ummm, think I could stay in Capsule Corp for a while?”
Asked Gohan.
“But why would you want to stay here, kid? You have your own house
With Chi-Chi!” said Bulma.
“Yeah, but. Dende is there and he’s my friend” frowned Gohan.
“Ok, you can stay, kid.”
“Thank you Bulma!” cheered Gohan happily.
The morning and most of the afternoon passed quickly for the
lovely blue-haired woman. After Gohan had gone, Bulma spent a
little time going over her schedule, and then spent some time
with the other co-workers at Capsule Corp. For the most part, they
talked about how the new spaceship had gone. She
answered their polite questions about how she liked her new spaceship,
and while she politely answered, she knew better than to even
consider mentioning the little videotape recorder she installed in her sleeping
Quarters and the session she and Gohan
had. From what she could gather from listening to the faculty and
staff, a woman was pretty much left up to his or her own
imagination, and that pleased her a great deal.
After the meeting, Bulma Briefs went to her large, one-story
bedroom and outlined her meetings for the rest of the week.
Finally, as evening drew close, she felt the pangs of hunger,
and she remembered that, in her excitement, she had forgotten to
eat lunch. There was very little in her refrigerator, as she had
only been living in the house for a day and had taken most of
her meals out during the trip to Namek. When she got her pay check, she thought, all
that will change.
After searching through her cabinets she found that she had
just enough to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and that
thought hardly pleased her at all. It was time to go out again.
Well, as long as she was going out, she thought, she might as well
take a shower first. That little meeting with Gohan had led her
pretty sticky in the sultry summer air, and she wanted to
look her best, just in case Gohan was somewhere in
the large facility. She hadn't seen him yet, but it was never a good
thing to give up so soon. Tonight might be her lucky night.
The shower hitting her lush, alabaster skin made her feel more
relaxed, and she noticed that, although the shower stall was
fairly small, it would hold her and Gohan
. That might be a very nice project for the both of them, she
thought. I wonder what he would think about taking a shower
with his new friend. She smiled as she thought of what their
parents would think. Finishing her shower and while she toweled
down, a frown came to her pretty little face as she thought about
if Goku would somehow find out about her doing these things to his son.
Then she thought she heard something knocking at her door.
Straining her ears to listen through the room, she was certain of
it. There was a faint knocking at her door, and she was hardly
dressed. Well ...
Wrapping the towel around her body, she quickly walked
through the room and opened the door a small crack. On the other
side, she saw Gohan carrying papers. She
quickly glanced around and saw that he was alone. Opening the door fully,
and making very little effort to
keep her towel wrapped around her body, she said,
"Well, I remember you from our little trip to Namek. Won't you
come in?"
The young boy, upon seeing that she was wrapped in nothing
more than a towel, hesitated. "I'm sorry, Miss Bulma," he said,
his eyes fixed on the jutting swell of her full rounded breasts
which were almost exposed as the towel began to fall from them.
"I didn't mean to come here while you were taking a shower."
"Nonsense. As a matter of fact, I was just thinking about
you," Bulma said, smiling as sweetly as she could. She held the
door open, and the young boy, seeing that she really wanted him to
come into her room despite how she was dressed, walked passed her
into the living room, making an effort to not look at her scantily
clad form. She closed the door behind him and leaned up against
it. Running her eyes up and down his youthful body. He was
more confident, and seemed to be more sure of himself, although
he was still only eight-years-old and slightly uncomfortable in
her room.
"Now, what can I do for you?" she asked, making her voice
show him that she was not angry he was here.
"Well ... your dad said that you needed to look at these papers
right away. He said they were important"
"Oh, he did? I just came here and he’s already making me do work?,"
Bulma said,
bending her leg enough to make the towel ride up almost all the
way to her cuntal hair. She could see that the young boy was
looking at her vaginal region now, as though he was expecting to
see something. 'Has he got a surprise coming,' thought the
curvaceous red-head.
"Yeah." he said almost dreamily, his eyes staring
unblinkingly at her upper inner thighs.
"Well, Gohan, suppose we go into my bedroom and talk."
She walked away from the door, and she could feel his eyes
following her as she went to her bed. He had not moved from
where he stood, though, and when Bulma got to the bed and sat
down, she crossed one leg over the other, exposing to the boy's
confused lustful gaze and ripe whiteness of her left ass-cheek.
She smiled as she saw that he had an erection, and she knew that
she was about to give another lesson ... one that would be better
than the first.
"Aren't you going to come here and sit next to me?" she asked
in as teasing a voice as she could. Yes, she was going to go a
great deal farther with Gohan here. She could see that since he
was more sure of himself, it would be more fun for the both of
them. "If it will make things any easier for you, yes, I'll take
the papers from you." Gohan sighed deeply, as though he were
trying to overcome some unknown fright, and he fumbled with the heavy
Stack of papers. Then he
stood there again, as though he wanted to leave, but was unsure
about how he should do it. Bulma saw that she had better move
quickly before he became so scared that he just ran out of her
house. She didn't want to frighten this one away.
"Have you thought at all about what happened to Yamcha after
he died?" she asked him, lowering her leg to the floor and walking
slowly over to him. She could see that Gohan was turning almost
white with fright, as though he was gang to be punished for coming
to her room uninvited. "I'll tell you that Yamcha and I had a
great deal of fun, Gohan
Gohan was visibly relieved, although he could still not see
what she was getting at. "Now ... you have to trust me, Gohan,"
Bulma said as she came closer to him. "Yamcha liked what we did,
and I would like to do the same thing to you. But before I do,
you have to tell me if you want me to."
Gohan thought about what she was saying for a moment. The
truth of the matter was, he did trust her. The only other woman
he knew was his mother, and she was usually too strict to have any
time for him. His new woman was not the same as his mother.
For one thing, she was prettier ... a lot prettier. And she
seemed glad to have him in her home. "All right," he said
finally. "If a guy like Yamcha liked it, I guess I can take it
too."
"Good, I know you can," she said. "I'm sure you'll like it
as much as Yamcha did ... if not more ..."
With that, she reached out to pull his body against hers, and
her mouth came down hard to claim his small, tender lips. Gohan
stiffened with surprise as his face was suddenly buried in the
soft mounds of her towel-clad breasts His hands hung limply at his
side as though he did not know what to do with them ... or any
other part of his body, for that matter. He opened his eyes as
Bulma held his head against the rising and falling swell of her
breasts, and he could see through the top hem of the towel and the
pointed, upturned mounds of her large firm breasts, wide-spaced
and set high up on her chest. She reached down with her arms and
pulled his around her tiny, nipped-in waist, and moved her flat
belly in a little to form a small hollow. In his excitement,
Gohan crushed her delicately feminine body as much as he could in
the tiny circle of his arms, and she lowered her head to him
again, her lips finding his.
This time, almost instinctively, Gohan kissed her back, his
throat making little animal-like whines of excitement and tension.
He didn't know what to do. No one had ever kissed him like this,
and he never expected it ... never in a million years. Then he
felt her tongue darting hungrily into his mouth, and the taste of
it driving through him produced an involuntary jerking in his
crotch. And then he noticed that his penis was getting bigger!
Then, as he had gazed at the nude
woman, he had felt a funny sensation in the pit of his stomach,
but he was feeling something much stronger now. She pulled his
hands down to touch the smooth softness of her thighs at the
bottom of her towel, and then thrusted her hips against him so he
could reach around and fondle the swelling mounds of her buttocks.
Gohan was more confused than he had ever been in his young
life. He didn't know what was happening, but it scared the shit
out of him. His parents had told him that nice people didn't do
what his woman was making him do ... but there was something so
wonderful about the strange sensations flowing through his body
now that he forgot everything they had told him
He found that even though he had never, ever done anything
like this before, he was pulling her tightly against him, and he
could feel the lithe muscles of her buttocks working in his tiny
hands as she undulated gently up against him
Then once again she kissed him, and while the feelings of her
probing tongue in his mouth were strange, they were at the same
time pleasurable.
Then he got the surprise of his life!
Bulma broke the embrace and allowed the towel to fall
completely from her body. Gohan's mouth fell to the floor as he
saw his first live naked woman standing not one foot away from
him. He was held fixed to his spot on the floor as his eyes moved
up and down her naked form as she stood in the puddle of her
slightly wet towel with her legs spread apart, her head back, her
hands knuckled provocatively at him with her mouth parted, the tip
of her wet, pink tongue showing kitten-like. The moist, petal-
like, softly hair-fringed lips of her naked pussy were presented
blatantly to his eyes, and the bright red of her vaginal slit
glistened with a mixture of wetness from her recent shower and the
fluids of passion which were already forming at her pussy lips.
Her high, smoothly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as if with
some inner vibration, the nipples hard and distended. Her long
slender legs were moistening with the juices flowing from her
passion-flowered cunt mouth.
"I'm going to let you fuck me, Gohan ... That's what I did
with Yamcha, in a way, and I want to do the same thing with you.
Would you like that?"
Gohan's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
His erection was causing him some pain in his pants, and he wanted
to touch himself there ... but he was afraid.
'You don't have anything to worry about, sweet darling,"
Bulma cooed as she drew him against her naked body. "I know this
is going to be the first time for you. I'm sure you'll love it as
much as Yamcha did ... Even more. I want to have your penis in my
cunt. Would you like to put it there?"
Another question that Gohan tried to answer but couldn't. He
had never heard a woman talk like this. He had been taught that
nice ladies didn't say such things, but he thought Bulma was a
nice lady. The sensations running through his body at being held
against her warm, naked flesh made his stomach tighten. Bulma
could see that she was moving a little too fast for him, and she
pushed him gently away from her body.
"Maybe it would be better to show you what I want you to do,"
she said. She backed away from him slightly and slowly lowered
her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and pressed her fingertips to
her bright red, curling mound, slowly caressing herself down
between her legs. Her nails glistened as they blazed a path
through the sparse, red, silken hair. When her fingers reached
the glistening pink slit between her legs, she placed the thumb
and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the soft shining
lips and spread them gently apart, revealing the trembling pink
bud of her tiny pulsing clitoris. "You see, Gohan," she said. "I
have something that looks like your cock in my cunt already "
Gohan hardly heard her words though. His gaze was mesmerized
by what she did next. With her right forefinger, she traced up
her cuntal slit until the finger tip came into contact with the
miniature phallus. She tweaked it once ... twice ... sending more
rivulets of lubricating down her naked inner thighs. Then her
middle finger went lower, poised at the lips of her vagina and
slipped easily inside up to the first knuckle ... the second. She
withdrew it again and slid it in again, fucking herself with
almost glazed-eyed abandon. Faster and faster and faster her
finger fucked wetly, hotly in and out of her naked, tight cuntal
sheath, and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the
sensations searing through her flesh from her own manipulations,
she spoke to the wondering young boy in a low, hypnotic voice.
"This is what I want you to do with your hard little cock,
Gohan ... just what I'm doing with my finger. That's what fucking
is, darling, and I want you to do this to me ..."
The words ... the sights ... everything seemed to lash at
Gohan's young mind, turning it into a swirling frenzy. He sensed
that what was happening was the reason his cock was so hard and
large ... and growing harder and larger against the tightly
confining cloth of his pants.
"I can see that your penis is getting hard, and that means
you can do it if you want to ..."
Gohan went numb with confused fright as Bulma ceased her
finger fucking and moved to him, unbuckling his small pants and
dropping them to the floor, his cock springing upward as it was
freed from his pants and shorts. Then she quickly removed his
shirt and shoes, making him as naked as she was. His swollen
little penis was larger than she thought it would be, and she was
delighted at that. It meant that she would be getting a better
orgasm than when she had finger fucked herself while sucking Gohan
a few weeks ago.
"Oh, Gohan, sweet, innocent Gohan ... your cock is so
beautiful," she crooned, stepping back to admire his lust-swollen
cock. " { know I'll love having it fucking my cunt as much as you
will. Mmmmmm ... I can't wait for you to fill me up. You're
going to cum, too. I just know you are, and I want you to do that
too. I want to feel your fresh hot cum in my pussy ..."
Gohan could feel his head spinning from all that was
happening. Something in the back of his mind told him that what
was happening was wrong ... that he shouldn't be doing this with
his teacher. He could remember the dirty jokes some of the older
guys made about pissing between a woman's legs, and he could see
now that they were wrong. It wasn't piss he could feel building
up in his belly. It was something he had never felt before. He
wasn't sure what it was, but he did know that he liked it. He
tried to put the guilt out of his mind, something that was made
easier because his woman was being kind and gentle with him.
She wasn't laughing at him or teasing him. Although his mind did
not know what to do, his instincts took over. Somehow he thought
to reach out to her and move his face against hers. She responded
by showering hot, moist kisses over his boyish lips, his throat
and down along his chest. Then she pulled him against her chest,
and he kissed the soft, smooth skin in the valley between her
breasts. Kami! ... Oh Kami ... Shit ... He couldn't believe what
was happening to him. He was clumsy in his efforts to embrace
her. His arms were stiff with tension, and his whole body was
rigid as he tightened his muscles against the ravishing she was
giving his boyish body.
"Don't be afraid, Gohan," she soothed him. "There's a first
time for everyone. I want you to do what ever you feel like
doing. Don't worry about what happens. What ever it is, I want
you to do it." She breathed into his ear gently, and her tongue
flicked out to dance inside the tiny crevice, racing along the
smooth boyish inner ear. Her hand searched down between their
tightly clasped bodies and located the heated hardness of his
eight- year-old penis. He gasped as the hot searing tips of her
fingers closed completely around his swollen cock. He tried to
put himself at ease, as she told him to do, and he was achieving
some success. Something in the back of his mind told him to kiss
her again, and his small lips pressed against hers. He could feel
her tongue battering against his mouth, and he opened it, allowing
their tongues to lash and twirl together as if trying to blend
into one. Bulma crushed the full length of her body against his,
believing that if she acted as though he were an experienced
lover, he would feel even more at ease. She wanted him to feel as
much a man instead of a boy as she could. She twisted slightly,
pulling the small boy over astride her, opening her legs wide, and
her cunt flared open, eagerly waiting.
The lust-incited young woman’s hands were running wildly up
and down along the eight-year-old's body, tracing the soft muscles
of his rounded, precious shoulders, the small cleft of his back,
the smooth cheeks of his tiny ass, exploring all of him as though
he were some new piece of property.
"You see, Gohan," she said, "if I let my hands go where ever
they want to go ... and I want your hands to feel my tits and
pussy too."
Gohan had been hovering between desire and fright, but the
sexually experienced woman could tell that now, something in the
eight-year-old boy broke wide open. After all, sex was the most
natural thing in the world. There were no lessons to be had, not
really. Only the need to overcome the initial fear that generally
comes with losing virginity.
Again their lips met, only this time, Gohan seemed to be
trying to take the initiative. Their mouths melted and their
tongues thrust and parried, probing, tasting and ravaging each
other as a riotous welter slashed and seared through Bulma's
anticipating cunt.
Gohan's hands finally moved, exploring and moving down her
back to the well rounded moons of her smooth supple buttocks to
feel them squirm in his palms. Bulma's hand slid between them
again to feel the pulsingly hard shaft of her student's thick
penis. She was delighted to find that it had grown even larger
then when she had last touched it, and an extra little thrill
stabbed her deep inside when she once again made the electric
contact. She moved her hand along the rock-hard young length.
Twisting her head aside, she gasped, "Kami ... Gohan ... I want you
inside me ... I want you to fuck me quick . I have to have you
fuck me with your sweet little cock." The lovely young woman
gasped as she felt the blood-heated warmth sensually, erotically
penetrating the palm of her hand which closed completely around
it. She could feel it growing even larger in her hand, and with a
heightened feeling of lust, she began to explore it with more
urgency. She used her nails to scrape gently along its boyish
length, knowing that it would give him a violent erotic charge.
Her reward came almost instantly. She felt its lustful, expanding
throb, accompanied by his moan of pleasure. Again she used her
nails to taunt and titillate, and he gasped aloud, the sensations
sparking his lustfully swollen penis to jerk involuntarily, and
exude a viscous tear of his first pre-cum.
Feeling the pulsing, blood-swollen length hot in her hand,
Bulma suddenly shifted both hands to the rising shaft of his
penis. She squeezed hard and held it for a couple of beats of his
pulse. Again Gohan groaned, and she began to twist the loose
folds of skin along the hardened length, her hands rotating in
opposite directions as if she were wringing out a wet towel. She
decided that she could very easily treat this eight year old boy
as though he were one of her older lovers.
The exquisitely erotic sensations stabbed through Gohan's
lust-swollen cock like a thousand pricking needles of fire,
bringing yet another moan and a short gasp from his lips. He knew
now what she had meant when she said she wanted him to fuck her.
He wanted to feel his penis there ... in between her legs ... in
her slit that was shiny and wet and warm-looking.
Reaching over, he grasped her under the arms, and she let go
of his penis as his arms went around her as much as they could,
his hands dropping down to the supple smoothness of her buttocks
to feel the silky smoothness of her ass-cheeks. His small fingers
kneaded, caressingly, the tender firmness that was so warm and
pliant. His actions forced their bodies tightly together, and he
found that the tip of his cock was suddenly between her thighs,
and being pushed by her own body motions into the thin red curls
lining her pulsing cuntal passage. He moved his hips the way a
little voice in the back of his mind told him to, thrusting it
back and feeling the smooth moisture of her warmly throbbing pussy
flow over his heated hardness.
The firmly pointed buds of her erect nipples thrust into his
chest as her arms went around him. Then parting her thighs
slightly, Bulma dropped her hands down to grasp his slim buttocks,
pulling him in until their loins met, her bright red pussy hairs
meeting the smooth hairless boy-groin, and his cock-head nestled
solidly all the way up between her legs in the moist warmth of her
pussy. The mushroom shaped head of his penis was taunting the
tightly puckered little lips of her anus.
She leaned back away from him, breaking the small circle of
his arms, and Gohan glanced down between her thighs, still
slightly parted. He felt as though he should be ashamed and
embarrassed to be gazing so openly at his teacher's sexual
treasures. But now there was only the feeling of incredible
warmth and desire that burned painfully now in his cock, a gnawing
passion and a hunger like no other he had ever felt before.
Bulma could sense that he like what he saw, and she responded
with a wider spread of her cream-white thighs and an unobstructed
view of her trembling pussy lips, now opened fully to his eager
and wondering stare.
And she was just as excited as he was, There was a thin line
of tell-tale moisture along the rim of her slightly parted cunt-
hole, a narrow trail of warm moistness along the slit of her cunt
as she exposed herself shamelessly to her young student.
"You're so beautiful and darling," she whispered to him. As
soon as she had said them, she wondered if she had made a mistake
by making him think that he might be a little boy instead of a
man, but she did not have to worry about anything like that.
Gohan was so wrapped up in the newness of the experience that he
hardly heard what she said. A million images flowed through the
young boy's mind. Briefly, he thought of getting down on all
fours and letting his tongue lick her throbbingly warm little cunt
slit, but he did not. All the while, there was only one thought
on his young mind: here was a real live naked woman, and he could
do anything he wanted to her. He wished he could think of what to
do next, though.
Bulma grinned up coyly at him, measuring his actions as she
moistened her pink lips with the wet tip of her tongue, rolling it
slowly from side to side. Her eyes lowered to their intertwined
loins, where Gohan's boy-cock had slipped slightly out of her
cunt-lips. Then she reached out to him and pulled him down onto
her, opening her smooth thighs at the same time and then clamping
them tightly around one of his legs. Gohan gasped at the feel of
her incredible body, the enticing firmness of her thighs that
squeezed him.
Again their lips mashed hotly together, Gohan becoming more
and more accustomed to the strange sensations searing through his
young body. Bulma ground her pelvis harder against his loins, and
he could feel her shiver from head to toe as her voluptuous
softness rubbed maddeningly against the throbbing ridge of his
penis. There was no guilt left in him now ... no fear. He wanted
her. She had brought out from him the natural desires all humans
are born with. His passion was fanned by the lust she blatantly
showed for his body ... for the satisfying thrust of his now eager
cock into the sheath of her shamelessly wanton pussy.
The wet smear from his young, slender penis was streaking
against her naked inner thigh, but she did not ease her arousing
massage of his eight-year-old virgin erection. With the
smoothness of her thigh and the firm, gentle mound of her cunt,
the sexually voracious young woman ground against him
rhythmically, teasingly, stirring a strange, hitherto unknown
swell of lustful passion in his never before used loins, filling
his now swelling testicles with a scathing inferno of his first
sperm. Something inside him told him that he was going to explode
from the new pressure building up in his young balls.
For a moment's pause, he pulled his tiny tongue from the
almost desperate sucking of her ovalled lips and snuggled his face
alongside hers, easing his hand amazingly skillfully down her side
to fondle the ivory moon of her ass-cheek. His thoughts were
racing along lines he had never dreamed of before. Everything was
still so new to him that he wasn't sure what, if anything, was
expected of him. He wanted to do all those things a man is
supposed to do, and Bulma was certainly making it easier for him
than she might have ... but the soft skin of a woman against his
eight year old hand was so delicious that it was almost scary.
Still, even though he was so young, he was one of the brighter
boys in the class, and he was learning quickly. Being a paper
boy, he had had to overcome many fears, and he was overcoming
another now.
Gohan squeezed his tiny hand into the soft, warm flesh of her
buttocks, and she responded with a shiver that rocked his entire
body as he lay on top of her, almost dwarfed by her larger body.
He could feel her quivering beneath him, and he wondered if she
was supposed to be doing that. Her pelvic mound pressed up
against his fiery boyish loins, her thighs clamped and unclamped
around his leg as she squeezed the firmness of his flesh against
the hotly eager lips of her cunt, pushing her soft, hungry pussy
tightly against his naked cocks and balls.
Sensing that her young lover was coming into his own, Bulma
reached down the full length of his back, ran her fingers over the
smooth swell of his tiny buttocks, and then shoved her hands
between his legs, squeezing firmly but tenderly the hairless sac
beneath his turgid penis. Gohan moaned at the electric touch of
her fingers. He wanted to say things, but he was not sure of the
words. Bulma, however, decided that she would show him that he
was doing just fine for his first time ...
"Oooohhhhh ... lover ... sweet darling ... I want you so bad
... I want to feel your cock fucking in and out of me ... I want
to feel you in my cunt ... hurry ... I'm going crazy with lust ...
"
She held her arms up to him again, inviting him, arousing him
to enter her vagina, and below her thighs were splayed out wide to
receive him, as her hips ground in tiny impatient circles under
him.
The hopelessly aroused eight-year-old wedged his hips easily
into the wide angle of her thighs, his erect boy-cock probing
aimlessly for the tender moist flesh of her moist cuntal slit. As
soon as his passion-swollen penis touched her again, she shuddered
under him with sensual delight, her whole body quivering with
eager anticipation. Then, after hearing what his womanhad
said, Gohan took a deep breath and spoke words which totally
surprised him, words he had only heard and never thought he would
say in his entire life ...
"I ... I want ... to fuck you, Miss Bulma ... I ..."
Bulma spoke over his words, delighting in the fact that she
was able to turn a once frightened young boy into a passionate
young man in such a short time.
"I know you want to fuck me, Gohan, darling ... and I want
you to ... I want to feel you deep inside me ... I want you to
make me as happy as I'm going to make you ..."
And she meant it. There was something about this sweet,
innocent young boy that was like a hot wind flaming the smoldering
fires of her lust. Perhaps it was because she was experiencing
the same delight in getting a virgin that some men do. She knew
that she would be the first person to have this young boy, and she
was glad that he was anxious to fuck her now. All his fright
seemed to have passed away with her gentleness. Her sexual
arousal had reached such an insane level of desire that she could
hardly contain herself now ... She wanted to feel his young cock
in her as far as it would go. The knowledge that she had reached
this young boy was able to so totally show him what love was
really like aroused her all the more. Dimly, she thought of her
theory of education, and she could see that once again, she had
been right. Sex was simply too natural a thing to be suppressed
by an accident of age. Gohan was just as aroused as any of her
older lovers had been ... more so than some ... and he was able to
do something about it.
Her entire naked body was yielding against his youthful
smoothness. Her lips once more pressed against his. He wondered,
though, just how he was supposed to accomplish the actual act of
fucking, and then he felt her hand slip down between them as
though she had read his mind, her fingers eagerly closing on the
rigid shaft of his amazingly hard young cock. A cry of erotic joy
escaped her throat as her fingers gripped tightly around the lust-
stiffened length of his penis, and Gohan kissed her as hard as he
could in reply, finally sending his own tongue between her teeth,
and instinctively grinding against her as her very touch brought a
wave of maddening desire to his young, throbbing loins.
Then, the head of his young penis was resting against the
hungry portal of her cunt, he heard her moan, "Oh, you darling
little man ... please fuck it up into me now... shove your penis
into my cunt ... and fuck me ... fuck me now ... fuck me hard, my
darling ...!" She was pleading as desperately as she could. Her
head tossed frantically as her hands clawed at his lithe back.
She never would have believed that a young boy like Gohan could
arouse her so much!
Gohan waited a few seconds while he tried to decide exactly
what he was supposed to do, and during that whole time, Bulma felt
as though her entire being existed for her cunt. There was
nothing else in the whole world as important to her then as
quenching the raging flames of her aching pussy lips. Her whole
form was an anticipating vagina ... waiting to be filled by this
young boy on top of her. The satisfaction she would be getting
was added to by the fact that she and she alone had brought out
the lustful passions now plainly evident in the eight-year-old
boy. Everything she had learned about sex in college had been
brought into play, and she was teaching the young Gohan more than
he would ever learn in any classroom. She wanted to put her
lover through his first sexual test ... and she was certain that
he would pass with flying colors. She had to have him enter her
cunt ... NOW!
The wildly aroused eight-year-old paper boy wriggled forward
just a bit, a soft moan on his lips as the full length of his
desire-hardened cock nestled against Bulma's ravenous pussy. He
reached down beneath her with his arms and hugged her voluptuous
nakedness, liking the way her beautiful body quivered and
undulated beneath him.
She maneuvered her cunt up even tighter against him, pulling
his lust-inflated cock-head back and forth through the moist pink
slit of her pussy, flicking the end of his boy-penis along the
taut cuntal slit as it grew wetter and warmer with every smooth
caressing stroke. Her whole pelvis began to rotate desperately,
her blood-filled pussy-lips nibbling eagerly at the thickness of
his engorged penis. She was surprised at the size to which his
cock had swelled. She could sense that he was still a little
ignorant of what he should do, and, with an anguished cry of
ravished impatience, she snaked her legs up around him, locking
them behind his thighs, pressuring him harder against her writhing
nakedness.
"Darling ... please ... I have to have you now ... I need you
..."
Gohan was eager to have her warm pussy lips close around his
cock now, but he was still uncertain about what he should do. She
grabbed for his aching penis and pressed it forward into the deep,
fleshy sheath of her cunt, guiding it through the moistened red
cuntal hair into the quivering lips of her burning vagina. He
stopped there for a second, watching her eyes close, her lips part
in a moan of torment and impatience, but he knew exactly what to
do now. Snapping his hips toward her as hard as he could, he
fucked his cock home with a thrust that slicked his hard boy-cock
like a tiny spear into the softly yielding walls of her hungrily
pulsating cunt ...
"Aaaahhhhh ..." she moaned with a soul-stirred relief as her
warmly constrictive pussy-sheath slipped like a tight, butter-
filled glove over the lull length of his penis, the tender cuntal
flesh parting before it as the swollen cock head fucked between
the pink, wide-stretched lips.
Gohan's actions were those dictated by nature now, and his
cock flowed through the passage of her vagina, the hotly throbbing
head bursting through her tightly clasping opening and racing a
great deal deeper than she would have thought possible from an
eight-year-old boy. He was actually pressing lightly up against
the bottom of her belly inside! She gasped as much in surprise as
she did in lust.
It was like a two-edged sword, and it brought the wanton
woman instant pleasure. She groaned aloud in an anguish of lust
now about to be satisfied by this sweet, no longer innocent young
boy. She focused on the keening sensuality, her mouth open, her
breath rasping in her lungs, her eyes glazed and unseeing as she
took in all his boy-penis, receiving him to the fullest. His
loins smacked loudly into hers, and below, his sperm-laden balls
stretched the skin of his sac and were banging into the smooth
hairless crevice between her nakedly upturned buttocks. It was
incredible. She would never have believed that such a young boy
could fill her as much as Gohan was right now. It was almost the
same as an older, more experienced lover.
"Oooooohh ... it feels sooooooooooooo goooooodddd ...! " she
moaned.
Gohan was beside himself with the strange pleasure he was
feeling. Nothing had ever felt this good before. There was no
trace of guilt in his young body and mind. The strange sensations
he had previously felt in the pit of his small belly were replaced
by sensations of the anticipation of something even more wonderful
to come. Even though he did not know what it would be, he knew he
would like it ... just like Bulma had told him. He trusted her
completely now, and he felt very good to be having his penis
engulfed like this. There was nothing dirty about it at all.
Nothing that felt this good could be bad. Everything he had ever
been taught about how bad sex was supposed to be vanished from his
mind.
With inspired vitality now, Gohan ground his pelvis as hard
as he could into the softly wriggling feminine flesh under his
weight as she pushed hard and fast against him, arching up and
lifting them both from the floor as a long, low moan issued
continually from her parted lips. With rhythmic fluidity and
skill, she opened and tightened her thighs around him with every
thrust that he buried as deeply as he could into her now hungrily
clasping pussy. Her mouth opened and her head tossed wildly from
side to side as she squirmed and writhed like a fish caught on a
spear. His amazingly long strokes had actually found their mark,
and he was fucking into her as though he had been fucking women
all his life.
Gohan felt, in addition to the wild, smoldering sensations in
his belly, a strange power flowing through his body. He didn't
understand it, but it made him fuck his lust-hardened cock in and
out of her. What had Bulma told him ...? Do what you want He
allowed his natural desires and feelings to take charge now and
pounded wildly, probing deeper and deeper, harder and harder, not
pausing for a second as his body attempted to pin her to the floor
with his almost inadequate weight. His rigid male-flesh was
fucking into her like some mythological demon, and he allowed his
feelings to sweep through his body and do most of the work now.
The lovely, wanton blue-head reached up to her young lover and
pulled him tightly against the swelling ripeness of her breasts as
she lifted her thighs as high and as far back as she could,
exposing her cunt to the full length of his hard-fucking penis.
She was moaning unceasingly now, her hips grinding up at him in
wild undulations that nearly threw his smaller body off of hers.
She was afire with sex ... and the fire was fed on the mounting
sensations within her, obliterating all thoughts except those of
sensual ecstasy! There was only one thing of which she was fully
aware ... she had brought out the full potential of this young boy
and he was fucking into her as totally as anyone could. It was
pure rapture!
Every time she closed her eyes, she totally forgot that Gohan was only eight-
years-old. It was as though she was being fucked with the
longest, hardest cock in the entire world ... this beautiful boy
... this sweet, darling, beautiful boy ...!
She was only vaguely aware that his hands were running over
her, like licking flames around a hearth-log. His lips were on
hers, no longer as clumsily as before, and his tongue was probing
her mouth in a wanton imitation of the fucking below. Now, his
lips were on the smooth satiny skin of her breasts, kissing ...
sucking ... actually biting at her swollen nipples until tiny
droplets of sweat coated the luscious mounds. It was heavenly ...
delightful ... and even more pleasure was added to the already
soaring rapture in her fire-seared cuntal passage!
Gohan's hands were moving all over her, and the heated
friction of his sweat-covered skin on hers produced an added
heightening of sensation as he fucked into her instinctively. His
boyish body strained to bury the swollen rod of his young cock up
to the hairless base of his penis with every amazingly skillful
plunge.
"Ooohhh ... darling lover ... it's good ... it's so good ..."
Bulma hissed. And then a thought occurred to her. As long as
Gohan was doing so well, why not teach him even more things about
sexual pleasure? She tried to raise her voice against the
constant piercing jabs he was making far up into her belly. She
finally whispered into her ear. "Listen ... lover ... Gohan ...
sweet Gohan ... put your finger up my ass-hole ... I want you to
... it feels so good when that happens ..."
This was something totally unexpected for the eight-year-old
boy. Could it be possible? Could she actually like having a
finger up her ass? He was almost unable to think very much about
it, though. The fire raging in his balls made it hard for him to
concentrate, and he fell under the hypnotic tone of her voice and
did what she requested. His hand reached down under her and slid
between the lust-dampened cheeks of her buttocks, his tiny fingers
searching through the soft flesh of her thrashing buttocks as he
probed for the orifice. His middle finger suddenly found the
tightly puckered little circle of her anus, moistened with the
rivulet of cuntal moisture that seeped down from the warm wet slit
above, where his eight-year-old penis was flicking into her in
hard, long thrusts. For a moment, he hesitated, not actually
wanting to push his finger into her anus. There was something
about it that was different than anything he had ever heard about
sex.
"Go on, Gohan, darling," she encouraged. "I want to feel
your finger in my ass-hole."
Gritting his teeth, Gohan pushed at the incredibly tight ring
of muscle, gently at first, and then a little harder, feeling it
tighten and resist his entry in quivering spasms of involuntary
tensing. "You're doing fine, Gohan ... Do it some more ... push
your finger all the way in ..."
Another push and his middle finger was sunk to the base
inside her rectal passage. His finger was not nearly as large as
the others she had had enter her ass, and she found that the pain
was no where near as intense. Instead, it was perfect, and his
finger in her ass added to the smallness of his boyish penis,
filling her lower body the way she wanted to be filled. Her
thighs thrashed with more force, and she had to hold onto him to
keep her actions from actually tossing his small body off of her.
She thrust and ground against his cock and his finger like a wild
savage now, completely lost in her lustful madness. Gohan could
hardly believe the wonderful sensation. He could actually feel
his cock tunneling into her through the fleshy membrane that
separated the two passages. And then instinct took an even
greater hold of him as he somehow found the ability to fuck both
is finger and cock into her with perfect rhythm ... in slow steady
strokes that were driving her insane with unbearable desire.
To the small boy, his cock felt as the end of a baseball bat,
swollen and distended beyond anything he had ever imagined, and he
liked the way her soft wet walls of pink flesh held his penis
securely, the moist edges of her pussy lips sucking him deeper
into the whirlpool of her passion. Every inward thrust slammed
his swollen, sperm-bloated balls against the widespread crevice of
her buttocks and the palm of his hand as he shoved his finger as
deeply as he could into her ass. Bulma was screaming now as her
climax approached with alarming certainty, and her nails bit into
his lithe back and left thin streaks of red across his shoulder
blades as she writhed frantically beneath him. Struggling to
achieve her orgasm and bring the young boy to his at the same
time, Bulma was trying to suck every inch of Gohan's body into the
ravenously hungry orifices up between her legs. Then Gohan felt something racing along the length of his
cock, and he knew something was going to come out the tip buried
deep into his friend’s cunt. Every time he fucked into her, he
could feel a mounting pressure that ached in his balls, and he
pumped faster now, every thrust taking him to the secret reaches
of her churning belly, each deep fucking motion bringing another
cry of delightful ecstasy to her parted lips. Her thighs were
gripped around the small boy like a vise, and Gohan could tell
that, just as something was going to happen to him soon, something
was going to happen to her as well. What it was he didn't know
... but he did know that it would be good. Bulma was moaning
beneath him from deep in her throat each time he fucked into her
pussy with his boyish cock and sawed his finger in and out of her
ass.
Her knees were pressed tightly back, nearly doubling her body
in half, her nakedly upturned pussy moist with the flowering
juices of her desire. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted and
emitting a low, inaudible cry. She choked the words finally from
her throat.
Oooohhhh ... Kami! I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ...! That's
the way, lover ... that's wonderful, darling ... I'm cumming ...
cumming ... fuck me ... fuck me hard ... AAAAHHHHHH ...!" Her
ankles were now behind his small shoulders as she ground her
buttocks hungrily upward, lifting them both bodily from the floor,
her whole body writhing with unbelievable strength drawn from the
fathomless well of passion the boy on top of her was tapping.
Gohan heard her words, but he could not understand what she
meant by them. The room suddenly echoed with a soul-rending moan
that tore from Bulma's lips with all the fury of her pent-up
passion, and Gohan was afraid that he might have done something
very wrong to her. He could feel her body tense its full sweat-
moistened length, arching high off the floor so that only her
shoulders and heels touched the rug as she ground her body upward
into his and fused them into one writhing union. Her hands locked
on the clenching half-moons of his ass-cheeks, pulling him deeper
into her belly as she quivered with the agony of her impending
climax.
Gohan was totally confused by her actions, but there was
nothing he could do about them. There was something pressing
against the tip of his deeply buried penis, and he couldn't stop
fucking into her for all the world. If his father had come into
the room at that point, he would not have been able to stop. And
then ...
Then he felt the current of viscous liquid race along the
shaft of his cock, pause for an instant, then spurt in a hot
stream into his wildly gyrating teacher's cuntal passage. Gohan
shuddered. Was this supposed to happen? he asked himself quickly.
Apparently it was. It was not the same thing as when he took a
piss. Then only a yellow, smelly liquid came out. Now, he could
feel the thickness of his cum flowing into Bulma Briefs's body,
and he knew that this was what the whole event had been leading up
to. He shuddered again ... and again as he emptied his balls into
Bulma's vagina. He thought it might go on for a long time, and he
was more than willing to never let it stop.
It did stop, however. Something inside him told him that,
after what seemed like an eternity, he was all finished. His body
motions slowed of their own accord, and he found that even though
his cock was still in Bulma's cunt, it was growing limp and soft
once again. He could feel his body begin to relax, and he finally
collapsed on top of her, his breathing coming in short, raged
gasps. He felt Bulma's body loosen as well, but he was so weak
that all he could do was lay on top of her. She still gripped his
buttocks with her long alabaster legs, holding his softening cock
inside her, cradled in the wet flesh-lined sheath of her boy-sperm
flooded pussy. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something
that would make him feel as good as she did, but she couldn't find
the correct words. She held his firm naked body tightly against
her for a long while until at last, it was Gohan who spoke first.
"I ... I think I better go home now," he stammered. "Mommy
will wonder where I've been."
"I hope I don't have to tell you that this will be our little
secret," she cautioned him. "If you don't tell anyone about what
happened, you can fuck my hot little pussy again some time really
soon."
Gohan pushed his exhausted body from hers, rolled to the
floor and finally stood up, still a little self-conscious about
being naked in front of a woman. Not nearly, though, as he had
been when she first took his clothes off. In fact, as the small
amount of time passed between his dressing and his leaving, he was
actually feeling very proud of himself.
"Oh, no, Miss Bulma," he said, his face beaming with the
wonderful feelings coursing through his young body. "You don't
have to worry about me. I won't tell anyone. Is that what you
did to Yamcha?"
"Well, in a way," Bulma said, sitting up, still naked, and
looking at him as he prepared to leave her home. "I did a little
something different to him, but he liked it just as much. Maybe
someday, I'll do to you what I did to him. There are a lot of
things I think I can teach you”

"I'm real glad I have you as a friend, Miss Bulma," Gohan
said as he opened the door and gave her naked body one last look
before he left. "You're a lot more fun than the man I had last
year.
Bulma smiled sweetly at her young lover, and sighed as he
closed the door behind him. “Yessss,“he thought. I'll bet I
really am a lot more fun than the man she had last year.