I threw her down onto the floor, perhaps too hard, perhaps too soft as we devoured each others lips with fierce, biting kisses, savagely pulling at the others clothes. She dug her fingers into my scalp as she raked them through my tangled hair, my head buckling back as she yanked, her hot mouth suddenly against the veins on my throat. Her dull teeth dug like fangs into my neck, her long, shapely fingernails tearing into my skin. I could feel the rush of blood come to the tough flesh of my head but it only spurred me on as I grabbed the back of her thighs and pinned her against the wall, fumbling with her jeans until they were all but pushed down to her knees and my own were merely unzipped.
Without an article of clothing completely removed, we poured into one another, pounding away with a violence I’d never exerted during sex with a woman, finding the entire experience one of orgasmic proportions. I raised my eyes to the ceiling and let my head fall back, my vision knocked with each pump that brought me closer to a bliss that could only be known during such hateful sex. It was like we were enemies, each side trying to over do the other, digging nails just a little deeper, biting just a little harder, screaming just a little louder.
She bucked her hips against mine until I was certainly bruised and I pressed my hands against either side of the wall to steady myself as I all but threw my inches inside of her. It was like art being made, the swift and steady movements of the brush being thrown about by a furious painter, one after the other. I could hear her back slamming into the wall, my ears becoming deaf as she gasped repeatedly into my neck, raking her canines across my reddened flesh.
“God damn you!” She cursed, pushing her chest against mine as she nearly screamed out her frustration.
I gripped her back side forcefully, feeling the thick, fat tissue between my fingers, molding to my hands. I pulled her from the wall, balancing her with my grip and bouncing her over and over onto my lap, feeling the penetration like I hadn’t before. It was like her organs were making way for me, like I was truly becoming one with her in a way I never had another being. But then, sex always brings these illusions of love and completeness and I refused to be blinded by such infatuation with sin. With such lust for the crime I was committing.
I stammered up the dark stairs, keeping our pace and praying to whatever neglectful God existed that her parents wouldn’t hear her unbelievable gasps and girlish moans. Nearly falling in my seemingly drunken state, I grabbed for the banister, my free hand pulling her body harder against mine until the walls of her vagina were like a vice around me. I wanted to let my eyes roll into my head and simply enjoy this, knowing even as the daze surrounded me that I had to continue my course to her room, lest we be found like this and dire consequences be realized within mere minutes.
Wandering like a fool through the darkness, my hand reached a light on the inside of a room, thankful to whoever had been looking out for me, that it was hers. We fell like drunkards inside, slamming the door shut and sprawling over one another on the carpet, her body winning the battle as she bounced up and down over me.
I held and guided her hips as she dug them into my own, her body lifting and sliding down, her inward muscles making me insane for the moments they held like a suction cup. My head fell back, leaving my throat prey once more to her teeth as she mauled my skin, bright welts raising, hickies forming though I loved it. The pain was as strong as the pleasure and the two became one divine feeling that coursed through my veins and pumped through my furious heart.
I threw her over me, onto the bed, tearing her pants off like some sort of barbarian, ripping my shirt off with one quick motion and sliding onto her. For one instant I let her touch me like a lover, exploring my torso with a fascination only women can feel for men, her delicate feminine fingers touching the sweat covered muscles that adorned my chiseled body. And then the moment was over and again, like her sworn enemy, I forsook any emotional attachment we could have felt and propped one of her legs over my shoulder, bearing into her with a savagery I’d left in store for this final brawl.
I left nothing to be withheld, slamming myself into her opening until I heard her head knocking into the bedpost, clumsily pushing my hand behind to protect it. My breathing was demented as it came in thick gasps, flowing like water into my lungs and being thrown out into her face as she tried to kiss me. But I wouldn’t have it. I wouldn’t let myself love her. I was in love with merely the moment, feeling the muscles contort one last time around my shaft as I poured myself all over them, the hot wetness soaking me as I jammed myself slower and slower inside.
The orgasm was catastrophic and I felt the sweat forming in large droplets and pouring down my face as I collapsed completely into her, my rock hard penis still imbedded within her body.
She was quivering beneath me, her slick thighs shivering around my torso, the wet skin slapping against my naked flesh and exciting me for but a moment longer until the pure exhaustion won over and I all but passed out on her chest. The beating from within reminded me of the bass drum heard at a parade and I silently congratulated myself on a job marvelously done. On a sin gloriously committed.
But like Vegeta had said, “If you’re going to sin, you might as well just enjoy it while it lasts.”
What would he think? By God, what we he do?
Even at the time, I knew he must not, under any circumstances, find out. There was just no way. He was savagely territorial and despite whatever feelings he may have lacked for Bulma, his dominance over her would not bare to be questioned. This act would be a direct challenge to him, I realized, and not something I could do. Not something that would be endured without massive consequences.
I lifted my head to see that her eyes remained closed, her breathing still coming in rapid gasps. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her lips, to feel some semblance of normalcy in this act. To feel something more than an age old desire for her body and a man’s horrific overlooking of her mind. I loved Bulma with a tenderness that only a best friend could fathom. But God as my witness, I dared not love her with any thing more than that. I would not let myself awaken anything else.
I sat up, still lightheaded with fatigue and yet becoming engrossed with disgust for myself. But wasn’t that the price of beautiful sin? To hate yourself afterwards and be consumed by regret and grief? Nothing could be the same now could it? It was done, this innocent and sacred friendship that we’d shared for so long, safe in our relationships and marriages from one another. Who would have known that such temptation lay in hiding from us, only to stir when we were at our emotional weakest?
I stood up dizzily, throwing on my shirt and buckling my pants.
“They can never know you realize.” I said in a matter of fact way, as if to awaken her from her stupor with my cocky manner. As if I were superior to her now. As if I’d used her as a tool for my own release and cared as little for her as I would a common prostitute. My mere tone made me want to vomit into the corner of the room but I swallowed down the nausea and stared down at her with mild repulsion.
“And what if I told them?” She whispered, though I had imagined she’d say nothing in her defense.
“What do you mean?” I said in a dull voice. “Are you saying you’d tell them?”
“I’m asking what you mean to do if I did Goku.” She said simply, opening her eyes and staring up at me. She rose to a sitting position, pulling the covers modestly over her naked half and looking squarely at me. “Would you punish me if I told them what happened? Would you find some way to get me back? Why do you say the obvious to me unless you intend to enforce it?”
“Don’t challenge me like this Bulma.” I warned, a rise in my temper startling me. “You know that something like this could….could…..”
“Imagine what Chi Chi would say.” She cut in, her eyes widening with a malicious grin. “Imagine what Vegeta might do. Oh, how endless the possibilities. And you think that anything you might threaten would keep my mouth shut if I intended to open it? Don’t dare think to degrade me Goku. Don’t think that unless you can back it up that you can just-”
I pinned her to the bed, my cheeks hot with my temper as I glared down at her. She was scared, her mouth dropping and her eyebrows lifting for one blessed second, enough to calm and return my senses.
“Lets hope it never comes to that.” I smiled, pushing my forehead affectionately into hers. “Lets hope you’re never……. tempted to tell them. I might not go so easy on you if you did.”
I trailed my tongue over her lips, watching her eyes react with anger and with excitement as the heat began to settle between us once again, and that blinding horniness took over our minds.
“Lets hope I’ll never have to teach you a lesson Bulma,” I smirked like a dirty porn star. “You don’t know what I do to naughty little girls who don’t behave themselves.”
“What do you do?” she asked, lifting her breasts into my face until I lowered my mouth to them and simply breathed hot air against her shirt. Her face flushed with excitement and she licked her lips for the full dramatic effect, my lower half reacting as expected and pushing harder into her. I pushed open her legs, happy for the moment that the blanket served to prevent the tempting penetration and kept my appetite at bay.
I ground against her inner thigh, watching her body lift with the painful press, seeing her head roll back and reveal the pretty little bones and veins that created her throat. I let my hands wonder to her chest, something I hadn’t done before, and feel the precious mounds of fat that men simply didn’t possess and for no reason at all, drove a man insane. I wanted to touch them in a way I’d only once or twice fantasized about as a prepubescent little boy, wanting to see the way they jiggled and moved when I pounded into her. I wanted to see how the light hit them and the shadows molded them when I squeezed them with my hands.
And the inner pervert in every man told me that I wanted to press them together and put my hard, erected cock right in the middle. That I wanted to cum all over her chin and see her lick it like an erotic super star would. I suddenly wanted it all, wanting to see the creamy wetness of my cum dripping off her fingertips as she put them in her mouth one by one, scrapping the seamen off her chest.
Without a thought, I flipped her over onto her stomach, pressing myself hard against her back side, lifting her shirt and touching her forbidden places, listening to her breathing become rapid yet again with each little gesture from my palms.
“Goku…” She moaned in a voice so sultry, I hardened at the tone. “What do you do to bad girls like me?”
I smiled into her hair, moving one of my hands down to her butt and feeling the thick mound.
“I make them want me.” I whispered, moving my hand between her thighs and farther until I was fingering her quite harshly. She moved her body in time with my hand and was soon pressing her ass into my arm in a desperate way I’d never expected from her.
“I make them do things they’d normally never do.” I said, caught in the moment as I pulled her hair back and ran my tongue along her throat up to her ear. “And you know what else Bulma?”
A moan was her only answer as I moved the blanket away and skillfully unzipped my pants.
“I make them like it.”
I slammed into her, hearing her cry out in pain and pleasure as she molded to my length and width yet again, her opening seeming to have shrunk in the time I’d spent away from it, still so tiny and tight. I began to pump against her back, her fat butt bouncing as I knocked against it to reach my destination. I held her stomach as I launched myself into action, hearing her scream and watching her knuckles turn white as she gripped the headboard of the bed with all her might.
As I’d wanted, her breasts were lifting and falling rapidly, bouncing up and down with my hand upon them, her head resting against my shoulder. It was just what I wanted. She was just who I needed. She was happy and I was in love.
For the moment.
