Bulma's Doom

A few days ago Oolong wished for her to be his. He'd saved the world by dooming her. She had to do everything he said. First he demanded a handjob, then a blowjob, and now he had demanded to be able to fuck her. Bulma was clueless. She had never been with a man. The piggy undressing did nothing, so when he first got on top of her ready to push his dick in, her pussy was left totally dry and unwilling to open up.

"What's the problem?" he asked, looking offended.

"Uhm… There's no problem…"

A look of dismay came to Oolong's lips. "Do you need lotion or something? I don't know how this works…"

"Just try to spit on it maybe…"

But even that proved to do nothing. The idea that Oolong would stick his cock inside of her did nothing. Absolutely nothing. If anything, it turned her off. It seemed so gross and stupid to be doing this with him, when he could do nothing to impress her and he was so far below her standards.

For a second, she considered thinking about Yamcha. No… That's so wrong . Here she was, giving herself to Oolong, only to be thinking about her true love? That was too much. Too evil.

"Come on!" cried Oolong. He buried his hands in her boobs, then slapped them around and squeezed her nipples hard enough to make her cry out. He could be so rough… "Do something!"

"I can't…"

"I am going to lose my virginity with you one way or another."

Bulma swallowed hard and tried her best to get wet. Maybe… Maybe just this once she could think about Yamcha. Think about him coming to her one night romantically, slowly placing her on the bed and taking off his shirt to display the most athletic physique ever.

"Come on!" The perv dropped down and started sucking on her tits. "Will this help?" Oolong sighed deeply, and put his head down on her pillowy-chest. "Please, get wet somehow, this is tiring me out…"

She could imagine herself running her hands over his abs, even kissing them, her fingers darting to his pants to take out a firm cock… He would get on top of her and force it inside with surprising roughness, choking her lovingly as he took her like a slut…

Bulma shivered just as she thought about it. "What's happening?" asked Oolong. "Are you ready?"

"No…"

But his fingers went down and rubbed her pussy, only to come up glistening and wet. "Holy fuck, I thought it wouldn't happen! I'm so glad it finally did… Thanks, Bulma."

It… did? I'm wet…

Without another word, he shoved his cock inside of her and cried out happily her pussy sucked it all the way in. "Fuck, you're so warm! So wet!"

All that went on in her head was Yamcha above her, grunting as he thrust inside. She tried to time the fantasy along with Oolong's own thrusts, and block out his words only to exchange them with the bandit's. As he came down to push his tongue past her lips, she imagined the Yamcha's oral muscle entering her mouth.

"Fuck, you feel so good!" Oolong squeezed her tits hard and yanked on them by their nipples.

"Ahhh~" cried Bulma weakly, her vulnerability only pushing his roughness over the edge. Yes, finally, Yamcha was getting ready to destroy her. She could feel his dick tearing through her virgin pussy, only moments from filling her up with his priceless seed.

"I want it so much," she whispered. "I want your seed inside."

He came, and Bulma with him, wrapping her arms and legs around him in the flurry of thrusts that sent her lower body vibrating and exploding with fiery juices like volcano that had just erupted. "It's so good," she kept repeating for a few intense moments, "so good…"

Out of nowhere, she could hear Oolong's laugh. Oolong? Ah, yes… It was Oolong… Not Yamcha.

"That was amazing," he said. "I can't wait to fuck you like this all the time. I'll train you for Yamcha. You'll be thinking about me even as you fuck him."

Oolong mounted her again and placed his cock between her sweaty tits, bringing the cum-dripping tip all the way to her mouth. "What, you didn't think I was done yet, did you? This is just the start!"

"Yes… As you say…"

The evenings now were always his.