Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lust's Free Reign ❯ The Seduction of Goku ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Queen of Darkness 
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.06.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 8.7K | Status: Work In Progress
what the tittle says
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.06.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 8.7K | Status: Work In Progress
Sadly I don’t own anything pertaining to Dragon Ball Z. Prom is coming up so I have no money, don’t sue me.
A/N: Okay folks, this story is basically a PWP story, bursting with lemony goodness. This tale is raunchy, thus there will be naughty dirty words like cock in here, so those of you who find that offensive, I suggest you not read it. And those of you who are strict B/V or C/G fans and can’t imagine them with anyone else, this story is not for you. I have never done or read anything like this, so if your bored with the garden variety stories, I hope you enjoy this breath of fresh air.
In this our dear Bulma is going to be a scheming horny little girl, after some fun and everyone. This takes place before Bulma and Vegeta get together. So read on, and enjoy ! Let me know what you think!
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Chapter One: The Seduction of Goku
Bulma set her air bike down a few yards from the Son house. Goku stood in the door way, a big smile plastered on his face. Bulma grinned back as she made her way to him.
“Hey Bulma! How are you? Sorry, Chi-chi’s not home if that’s why you’re here.” Goku greeted her with a quick hug before moving to let her enter. Bulma looked beautiful as ever, her long legs were shown off in a denim mini skirt, her midriff and ample bosom revealed in a white tube top. He could clearly see the tiny nubs of her nipples, rubbed hard by the friction of her tight shirt. Her aquamarine hair was pulled into a high ponytail, giving her a bouncy girlie appearance. He felt himself begin to harden, as he watched the sway of her hips before him.
“Oh shucks, I missed her, that’s okay though. I’ll just catch up with you.” Bulma replied as she took a seat at the kitchen table, while Goku went to the fridge for refreshments.
“Is soda okay?” Came his muffled voice. “That’s fine.” She replied as she studied his tight behind. Goku wore lounge pants and a t-shirt, his loose clothing did nothing to hide the rippling sinewy muscles that covered every square inch of his body. Bulma imagined him naked before her and licked her bottom lip.
“So what’s up?” Goku asked turning around, finding Bulma right behind him. He almost dropped the sodas in his hands at the blatant look of desire etched upon her face. The heat radiating from her eyes threatened to scorch him.
“Uh,…Bulma are you okay?” Goku asked taking a step back, only to have his retreat stopped by the fridge. Bulma pressed herself fully against Goku, her hands braced against his chest as she stood on tip toe to touch her lips to his in a firey kiss. Goku stiffened as she began to kiss him, then relaxed dropping the sodas and wrapping his arms around her. Bulma pressed her advantage when she felt him relax, conquering his tongue with her own. Goku moaned into her mouth as he slid his hands down to cup her ass, and bring her tighter against his arousal, leaving no doubt in her mind how she affected him.
Bulma smiled as she drew his lower into her mouth sucking gently before biting down, causing a yelp of surprised pain from Goku. She slide her leg up to his waist, causing her skirt to ride up to her hips with the help of Goku’s eager hands as he squeezed her cheeks when she rocked her hips against him. Goku trailed kisses down Bulma’s neck, forcing her to arch her back thrusting her pelvis against his cock harder, and bringing her breast closer to his hungry mouth. He kissed and nipped at her cleavage, before taking a hardened nub into his mouth sucking hard through the cotton. Bulma moaned as she ran her finger through his spiky hair silently urging him on. Goku brought both her legs around his waist as he kissed her, then walked over to the couch, and sat with her in his lap never breaking their kiss. He inhaled her scent deeply, and reason began to return a little, this was not his wife, what was he doing?
“Bulma…I…can’t.” Goku protested feebly. Bulma saw the desire in his eyes, and felt it pressed against her panties. Oh he wanted her alright, she just had to give him more incentive. A wicked smile graced Bulma’s ruby lips.
“Of course you can, don’t be silly Goku.”
“But Chi-chi…”
“What about Chi-chi, Goku?” Bulma purred as she removed her shirt, she wore no bra beneath, and her breast were bared in front of his face. Goku was lost to the glorious half naked Venus in his lap. Gods how he wanted her! Goku reached up to cup her full pert breast in his palm, massaging it gently. Bulma moaned and arched her back as he took a nipple into his mouth, rolling the other between thumb and forefinger. Bulma slipped her hands under his shirt to slide up his well muscled chest. She wanted his shirt off so her hands would be free to roam. Goku lifted his arms, helping her to remove his shirt. Bulma kissed his now bare chest, nipping and licking to his male nipples. Gently she scrapped her teeth across one then the other, causing Goku to shiver.
Bulma slid off his lap to kneel before him, slowly kissing her way lower. She traced the abs around his belly button as she tugged on the waist band of his pants. Goku lifted his hips, as Bulma slid his pants down freeing his engorged staff. Bulma marveled at his size, he was so big and thick she could feel herself grow wetter at the very thought. Goku groaned as Bulma wrapped her slender hand around the base of his cock, and teased him with feathery kisses along his entire length. Her pink tongue slipped out between her lips to lick the pearl of pre-cum, slowly she began to lick his head like one would a tasty lollipop.
After what seemed forever of exquisite torture she finally took the whole of him in her mouth. Goku grit he teeth as fought for control, trying not to shoot off yet.
Bulma’s hand squeezed around his base, she began to pump with her hand as her head bobbed up and down. Goku entangled his fingers in her hair, holding her still. Tugging on her hair he began to fuck her mouth, grunting softly. Bulma felt him tense, and she cupped his balls, kneading them as he shot his seed deep in her throat. She swallowed quickly so as not to choke, not letting a single drop escape.
Goku pulled her off the floor and laid her down on the couch next to him. He yanked her skirt and panties off. He grew hard again at the sight of her naked before him, one long leg dangled off the side, gifting him with an unobstructed view of her wet pussy. Delicious pink folds glistening with ambrosia. Bulma was very different from Chi-chi, as night is to day. Chi-chi would never let him make love to her in the middle of the day in the living room. She was also dark were as Bulma was light. Chi-chi kept her pubic hair, which was as dark as the hair on her head, clean and neat. But Bulma had only a tiny strip of aqua curls, highly erotic.
He became even harder, if it was possible as he stared at her. Bulma grew hot watching him watch her. He trailed an index finger from her navel downwards over that thin strip of hair, and in between the wet folds separating them. Goku brought his now wet finger to his lips and greedily cleaned it off. She tasted of the purest honeyed wine. He bent his head to partake of the offered feast before him. Bulma whimpered as his tongue began to explore the depths of her nether region. Goku spread her lips wider with one hand as he suckled her clit, making her hips buck wildly. Her moans and screams were an aphrodisiac to him. He slipped a finger into her thrusting in an out before adding another, stretching her tight walls in rhythm to his tongue. Bulma raked her fingers through his hair, pushing him closer.
“Goku! Oh, gods yes…right there! Please…” Bulma moaned as she thrust against his face. All to quickly he felt her begin to quiver around his fingers, and removed them to replace them with his hot tongue, thrusting it in and out in mock imitation of what was to come next. He rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb, with a shriek and a shudder Bulma exploded into his mouth. Goku lapped up all of her juices as she trembled with pleasure.
Bulma pushed him up and resumed her previous position sitting in his lap. His cock pulsed against her belly as she kissed him, cleaning his lips. Goku could wait no longer, he lifted her up grasping her ass cheeks spreading them wide, then speared her on his shaft. Bulma braced her arms on either side of his head against the top of the couch, which creaked under their movements. Goku set a violent pace, thrusting in and out deeply. Bulma’s breast bounced in front of his face, and latched on to her nipple suckling hard. She yelped due to a wondrous mix of pain and pleasure. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, along with both their groans and grunts echoed through out the house.
Bulma’s inner muscle began to clench around his cock, Goku thrust faster bringing Bulma to her climax with an ear slipping scream. He thrust into once, twice more before cumming deep with in her. Bulma collapsed against his heaving chest, panting heavily. When they regained their breath, they got up and began to dress. Not a word was spoken. Before Bulma opened the door she turned to an awed Goku and placed her finger against her lips. With thumb and forefinger she turned an imaginary key before tossing it away. Goku nodded, repeating the familiar gesture from their childhood. With a final smile she left.
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So what did you think? Love it? Hate it? Let me know, my email is queenofdarkness16@yahoo.com. More to come!Converting /tmp/phpFIF0iH to /dev/stdout
A/N: Okay folks, this story is basically a PWP story, bursting with lemony goodness. This tale is raunchy, thus there will be naughty dirty words like cock in here, so those of you who find that offensive, I suggest you not read it. And those of you who are strict B/V or C/G fans and can’t imagine them with anyone else, this story is not for you. I have never done or read anything like this, so if your bored with the garden variety stories, I hope you enjoy this breath of fresh air.
In this our dear Bulma is going to be a scheming horny little girl, after some fun and everyone. This takes place before Bulma and Vegeta get together. So read on, and enjoy ! Let me know what you think!
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Chapter One: The Seduction of Goku
Bulma set her air bike down a few yards from the Son house. Goku stood in the door way, a big smile plastered on his face. Bulma grinned back as she made her way to him.
“Hey Bulma! How are you? Sorry, Chi-chi’s not home if that’s why you’re here.” Goku greeted her with a quick hug before moving to let her enter. Bulma looked beautiful as ever, her long legs were shown off in a denim mini skirt, her midriff and ample bosom revealed in a white tube top. He could clearly see the tiny nubs of her nipples, rubbed hard by the friction of her tight shirt. Her aquamarine hair was pulled into a high ponytail, giving her a bouncy girlie appearance. He felt himself begin to harden, as he watched the sway of her hips before him.
“Oh shucks, I missed her, that’s okay though. I’ll just catch up with you.” Bulma replied as she took a seat at the kitchen table, while Goku went to the fridge for refreshments.
“Is soda okay?” Came his muffled voice. “That’s fine.” She replied as she studied his tight behind. Goku wore lounge pants and a t-shirt, his loose clothing did nothing to hide the rippling sinewy muscles that covered every square inch of his body. Bulma imagined him naked before her and licked her bottom lip.
“So what’s up?” Goku asked turning around, finding Bulma right behind him. He almost dropped the sodas in his hands at the blatant look of desire etched upon her face. The heat radiating from her eyes threatened to scorch him.
“Uh,…Bulma are you okay?” Goku asked taking a step back, only to have his retreat stopped by the fridge. Bulma pressed herself fully against Goku, her hands braced against his chest as she stood on tip toe to touch her lips to his in a firey kiss. Goku stiffened as she began to kiss him, then relaxed dropping the sodas and wrapping his arms around her. Bulma pressed her advantage when she felt him relax, conquering his tongue with her own. Goku moaned into her mouth as he slid his hands down to cup her ass, and bring her tighter against his arousal, leaving no doubt in her mind how she affected him.
Bulma smiled as she drew his lower into her mouth sucking gently before biting down, causing a yelp of surprised pain from Goku. She slide her leg up to his waist, causing her skirt to ride up to her hips with the help of Goku’s eager hands as he squeezed her cheeks when she rocked her hips against him. Goku trailed kisses down Bulma’s neck, forcing her to arch her back thrusting her pelvis against his cock harder, and bringing her breast closer to his hungry mouth. He kissed and nipped at her cleavage, before taking a hardened nub into his mouth sucking hard through the cotton. Bulma moaned as she ran her finger through his spiky hair silently urging him on. Goku brought both her legs around his waist as he kissed her, then walked over to the couch, and sat with her in his lap never breaking their kiss. He inhaled her scent deeply, and reason began to return a little, this was not his wife, what was he doing?
“Bulma…I…can’t.” Goku protested feebly. Bulma saw the desire in his eyes, and felt it pressed against her panties. Oh he wanted her alright, she just had to give him more incentive. A wicked smile graced Bulma’s ruby lips.
“Of course you can, don’t be silly Goku.”
“But Chi-chi…”
“What about Chi-chi, Goku?” Bulma purred as she removed her shirt, she wore no bra beneath, and her breast were bared in front of his face. Goku was lost to the glorious half naked Venus in his lap. Gods how he wanted her! Goku reached up to cup her full pert breast in his palm, massaging it gently. Bulma moaned and arched her back as he took a nipple into his mouth, rolling the other between thumb and forefinger. Bulma slipped her hands under his shirt to slide up his well muscled chest. She wanted his shirt off so her hands would be free to roam. Goku lifted his arms, helping her to remove his shirt. Bulma kissed his now bare chest, nipping and licking to his male nipples. Gently she scrapped her teeth across one then the other, causing Goku to shiver.
Bulma slid off his lap to kneel before him, slowly kissing her way lower. She traced the abs around his belly button as she tugged on the waist band of his pants. Goku lifted his hips, as Bulma slid his pants down freeing his engorged staff. Bulma marveled at his size, he was so big and thick she could feel herself grow wetter at the very thought. Goku groaned as Bulma wrapped her slender hand around the base of his cock, and teased him with feathery kisses along his entire length. Her pink tongue slipped out between her lips to lick the pearl of pre-cum, slowly she began to lick his head like one would a tasty lollipop.
After what seemed forever of exquisite torture she finally took the whole of him in her mouth. Goku grit he teeth as fought for control, trying not to shoot off yet.
Bulma’s hand squeezed around his base, she began to pump with her hand as her head bobbed up and down. Goku entangled his fingers in her hair, holding her still. Tugging on her hair he began to fuck her mouth, grunting softly. Bulma felt him tense, and she cupped his balls, kneading them as he shot his seed deep in her throat. She swallowed quickly so as not to choke, not letting a single drop escape.
Goku pulled her off the floor and laid her down on the couch next to him. He yanked her skirt and panties off. He grew hard again at the sight of her naked before him, one long leg dangled off the side, gifting him with an unobstructed view of her wet pussy. Delicious pink folds glistening with ambrosia. Bulma was very different from Chi-chi, as night is to day. Chi-chi would never let him make love to her in the middle of the day in the living room. She was also dark were as Bulma was light. Chi-chi kept her pubic hair, which was as dark as the hair on her head, clean and neat. But Bulma had only a tiny strip of aqua curls, highly erotic.
He became even harder, if it was possible as he stared at her. Bulma grew hot watching him watch her. He trailed an index finger from her navel downwards over that thin strip of hair, and in between the wet folds separating them. Goku brought his now wet finger to his lips and greedily cleaned it off. She tasted of the purest honeyed wine. He bent his head to partake of the offered feast before him. Bulma whimpered as his tongue began to explore the depths of her nether region. Goku spread her lips wider with one hand as he suckled her clit, making her hips buck wildly. Her moans and screams were an aphrodisiac to him. He slipped a finger into her thrusting in an out before adding another, stretching her tight walls in rhythm to his tongue. Bulma raked her fingers through his hair, pushing him closer.
“Goku! Oh, gods yes…right there! Please…” Bulma moaned as she thrust against his face. All to quickly he felt her begin to quiver around his fingers, and removed them to replace them with his hot tongue, thrusting it in and out in mock imitation of what was to come next. He rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb, with a shriek and a shudder Bulma exploded into his mouth. Goku lapped up all of her juices as she trembled with pleasure.
Bulma pushed him up and resumed her previous position sitting in his lap. His cock pulsed against her belly as she kissed him, cleaning his lips. Goku could wait no longer, he lifted her up grasping her ass cheeks spreading them wide, then speared her on his shaft. Bulma braced her arms on either side of his head against the top of the couch, which creaked under their movements. Goku set a violent pace, thrusting in and out deeply. Bulma’s breast bounced in front of his face, and latched on to her nipple suckling hard. She yelped due to a wondrous mix of pain and pleasure. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, along with both their groans and grunts echoed through out the house.
Bulma’s inner muscle began to clench around his cock, Goku thrust faster bringing Bulma to her climax with an ear slipping scream. He thrust into once, twice more before cumming deep with in her. Bulma collapsed against his heaving chest, panting heavily. When they regained their breath, they got up and began to dress. Not a word was spoken. Before Bulma opened the door she turned to an awed Goku and placed her finger against her lips. With thumb and forefinger she turned an imaginary key before tossing it away. Goku nodded, repeating the familiar gesture from their childhood. With a final smile she left.
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So what did you think? Love it? Hate it? Let me know, my email is queenofdarkness16@yahoo.com. More to come!Converting /tmp/phpFIF0iH to /dev/stdout