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Teacher	By : okieday17 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 9167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story

Warnings: Sex, sex-talk, and cussing

A/N: Just how quick of a learner is Goku, really? I mean, he did learn the Kamehameha pretty damn fast. I'm just sayin'

Chapter 4: The Teacher gets Schooled

   As Goku's eyes met my own after I had helped him reach his first orgasm, I saw a fire behind them that warned me that though he had been satisfied, Goku's sexual appetite was far from fulfilled.

   "You okay world champ?"

      As I watched, an eyebrow raised, something behind Goku's eyes shifted. They came into focus, his eyes locking with my own, and his hands snapped on my wrists, tugging at me as he gave a growl, pulling me, flipping us, as if I weighed nothing, so that I was underneath him on the couch, his body weight resting between my open legs, his lips smothering mine. It happened so fast, I only gave a gasp of surprise, and he used the opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth.



      My eyes grew wide as he started to kiss me again, with an animal-like intensity, but then I felt the same hardness from before, his erection back, poking me at my center, and I arched off the couch, my body needing to touch his at every possible point. I didn't question at the time how quickly he had snapped back, and instead delighted in being wanted so badly.



      My arms wrapped around him, my fingernails scraping down his hard back, and it was then that I knew I had lost control of the situation. Goku was in complete control of the kiss, his tongue thrusting deeply into my mouth, swallowing my every groan, as his hips ground into mine.



      Where the hell had he learned that?!



      Goku reared back from the kiss, and with another fierce growl, he ripped the clothes from my body--my shirt, bra, shorts and underwear nothing more than scraps of cloth discarded next to the couch--not that I minded. His pants followed, and soon, the two of us were pressed together, naked flesh to naked flesh.



      This was a new side of Goku--one I had never seen before, and I had to admit, my whole body was tight with passion, throbbing out my unexpected desire for the man who was my best friend. Something about the untamed man before me--I had to have a part of that passion inside of me. I had no idea what had happened to the sweet, childlike Goku I had known for years, and was instead witnessing a passion I had only ever seen him have in the heat of battle. All I knew was that the boy was gone--I was dealing with a man now.



      I felt like a livewire as Goku sank between my legs, our bodies flushed together, his heated weight pressing me further into the couch--any part of my naked body that pushed against his became enflamed with need and I felt my core go up in flames. This kind of heat was completely unexpected on my end--this was Goku, for Kami's sake! Even with Yamcha, sex was never this...this electrical, for lack of a better word. Pure fire crackled between us, and I was a slave to the feelings being stoked within me.



      Goku's hands traveled up from simply holding me, going up the inside of my arms, causing me to shiver. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting my own as he asked in a voice I had never heard him use before, "should I still copy you?"



      I was so lust-induced, I could only stare at him, my mouth opening and closing like a fish, before I rasped out, "what?"



      Goku gave me a very un-Goku-like smirk before his body moved down mine, so that he was sitting on his haunches, in between the spread V of my legs. I got up on my elbows so I could look at him, before he took one of his large hands and ran it down the length of my wet heat, inadvertently pushing on my pulsing clit--which caused me to arch off of the couch, my eyes closed, my mouth open in a loud groan, as my overstretched nerves tightened further.



       Goku let out a husky chuckle, and before I knew it, he was using his fingers to press down against my clit, over and over again, as he rubbed in circles, his voice dark as he said, "so this is the part of the female that hardens, is it? What did you call it earlier?" He paused, and I opened my eyes, to see him watching me, seemingly delighted in my gasping pants, and my inability to see straight as he coyly answered, "ah yes...a clit."



      I couldn't speak--I could barely remember my name as he continued to put pressure on my bud, causing me to writhe and moan underneath him. With his other hand, he started to work first one, then two fingers, in and out of me, my body clenching around him from sheer want. His fingers were those of a warrior, strong and sure, and Kami-damn, did he know how to use them! My body clamped around him, already needing something more substantial to feel my aching void.



      My breath came in little pants as I saw little sparks explode behind my eyes, but before I could cum, Goku stopped, and I growled in frustration like him, whipping my head up to, inadvertently, copy him, "why did you stop?!"



      Goku's smirk was purely sexual, and I felt a shiver as I heard him say, "I want to give you a blow job."



      I would have laughed if I wasn't so frustrated after being taken so close to my peak, only to be stopped by this impudent man. I snapped at him, "women don't get hand jobs or blow jobs!"



      Goku cocked his head to the side, "they don't?"



      I glared at him, knowing that my anger was purely built around the fact that I had been stopped from completely being satisfied. But my body was so amped up, with seemingly no outlet, and so I was snippy towards Goku as I told him, "no--you finger them or you eat them out. Now finish what you started Goku!"



      I knew I sounded like the impatient sixteen year old he had first met who was used to getting her way--but damn if that wasn't cruel of him to bring me so close to mind blowing orgasm, and not complete the job. Nevermind that I had done the same thing to him earlier. My whole body was pulled taut, and I needed Goku to finish me off.



      Goku's smirk was back in place as he suddenly grabbed the back of my thighs, and, leaning down, threw my legs over his shoulder so he could bring his face closer to my core. I let out a yelp as I was pulled down the couch, close to him, feeling his breath over my quivering flesh. His strong hands held my by my lower back, as he lowered his mouth to me.



      Like he had with his hands earlier, Goku ran his tongue down the length of me, and I bucked off the couch again--my nerves might have cooled for a second, but the moment his lips were on me, his tongue probing my folds, they had come alive, roaring much like Goku had when I had been blowing him. His tongue swirled inside of my heated center, tasting me. When he flicked his tongue on my nub, before he closed his lips around me, sucking--I saw the color white--that was it. That was exactly what I had needed him to do. The orgasm hit me harder and fiercer than any other I had ever had, and I was surprised I didn't explode as my body clenched, before bursting into thousands of tiny stars.



      I let out a scream, arching off the couch again, but Goku held me down with one hand on my abdomen, as he lapped up all of the juices that came out of me, though his ministrations softened, as if he wordlessly understood what had just happened to me. I lost all sensation, all touch with reality, and I suddenly understood why the French called orgasm the little death.



      When I could finally catch my breath, I got up on my elbows to look up at Goku, who was looking at me, my legs still over his shoulders, that wicked grin back in place as he curiously asked, "is that what happens when a woman cums?"



      Something about seeing him between my legs, his hot breath feathering against my already over-sensitized nether regions, I shivered again, feeling a deep throbbing from my core start all over again, despite the literally mind-blowing orgasm I had just had.



      Having his fingers and mouth inside of me was great--but I realized now I wanted...no, needed, Goku inside of me, filling me completely. But I forced myself to reign it in, as I tried to remember my earlier claim of not being the one to take Goku's virginity. Despite the fact that my libido was very healthy and screaming at me not to turn away this eager young man.



      I tried to think of anything but the way Goku's hand was drawing patterns on my stomach, or how sinfully delicious he looked between my legs, forcing myself to think of Master Roshi and other such sexually unappealing things. I forced myself to look somewhere above his head, and answered him, as scientifically as possible, "yeah--I just had an orgasm...I came."



      Goku's smile widened, and he slipped my legs off of his shoulders, so that he could climb over my body, his arms resting on either side of me, as he held himself up so that the only place we were touching was where my thighs rested on either side of his hips. He caged me in, overpowering me, his body heat suffusing my own body with a healthy glow, and I could feel his erection pressing to my entrance--but I ignored this, and looked into his eyes. I resisted the urge to tighten my legs, pulling him to me, as he studied my face, before he asked, clearly into the idea of continuing his lessons, "so what happens next? Are you going to show me?"



      I sighed, but shook my head, keeping my hands fisted at my sides, so I wouldn't touch him again, "no--I think you should be able to learn the rest with Chi-Chi."



      He frowned, still not moving. There was a silence, and then he asked me, quite innocently (well, as innocently as a naked man who had just brought a woman to mind-numbing orgasm could), "is the thrusting what comes next?"



      I gave him a light smile as he looked at me, using my hands to show the same lewd gesture that had come to stand for the main act of copulation between us tonight.



      He laughed as he saw the blush stain my cheeks at having to do the hand-gesture again, but then he smiled at me, as he leant his head, his eyes still holding that fierce predatory look as he whispered at me, "I still think I need some practice," before his hips flexed. Goku entered my sopping heat in one fluid thrust with that sure stroke, filling me, stretching me so completely that I could only arch under him, pushing our bodies closer together, my legs tightening around his thighs as I let out a scream.



      Once he was inside of me, Goku tentatively flexed his hips inside of me, and I moaned again, knowing that he was much bigger than Yamcha was, my hands coming around his back, holding him to me, as he watched me carefully, as if trying to figure out if what he was doing was right or not. He thrust in a little more, and I groaned as I felt my body stretch in new, not-so-unpleasurable ways.



      I put my hands flat on his tight butt holding him still as I tightened around him, trying to give my body time to adjust, especially as I hadn't been completely ready for him to thrust into me like that. Not that I was regretting it--because damn, it felt even better than his fingers and tongue had.



      Goku looked concerned as I stilled him though, "what? What is it? Are you hurt? I didn't break you, did I?"



      I looked into the concerned eyes, and I felt my insides soften a bit as I saw my best friend's face above me, full of concern that he might have done something wrong. I shook my head, laughing. If only it didn't feel so good.... I looked up at him, smiling, "no--Goku, you did everything right. But you're big." Goku looked confused, and I looked between our bodies, down to where we were joined, and sighed, "male's, if they're big, have to go slowly with a woman who's unused to that size." I frowned, and stroked his face, as I told him, "tomorrow...when you're with Chi-Chi, you'll have to go much slower then you did with me."



      He cocked his head to the side, rubbing his cheek against my hand, "why?"



      I wondered at the absurdity of the situation--Goku was inside of me, there was an intense heat burning through my body, and Goku was still asking questions. When really, at that point, all Goku had to do was thrust against me, pistoning in and out of me like a jack hammer, and I would have been an extremely happy, satiated woman. But I forced myself to answer his questions, "mainly because it will be...might be," I amended, realizing I couldn't speak for the other woman, "her first time, and her body, even when ready for you like mine is, will be smaller. It will hurt at first if you just thrust into her, like you did with me."



      Goku reared back, looking down at me, though all he did was inadvertently move himself further inside of me, pushing our bodies together. I groaned, my head thrown back, and he frowned, "did I hurt you? Did I do it wrong? Are you too small, Bulma?"



      I laughed, shaking my head, trying to stop the fast paced beating of my heart, or the way my body's natural instinct wanted to thrust against Goku--hard. "No--not at all. That felt great to me...but with Chi-Chi, at first, you'll have to go slow."



      "Slow?"



      I clenched around him, finally feeling the pleasure of having him inside of me, without feeling too full, and used my hands to show him, "only go in a little at a time, making sure to watch her for indications of pain. If she is a virgin, it will be unavoidable that there will be pain. But if you give her time to adjust, and continue to touch her, kissing her, it will make it easier."



      Goku nodded, and I moved my hands up his back again, wrapping them into his hair, as I pulled him down, our eyes locked as I whispered, "now do that again Goku."



      Goku finally smiled, the concern morphing into heated desire, and he pulled out of me, before he thrust into me again, my own hips rising to meet his, as I arched off the couch. I wrapped my legs around his own, forcing our bodies closer together, as we both let out moans as our bodies fused together.



      Goku--ever the quick learner, began to thrust, slowly at first, in and out of me. He started a slow-burning fire inside of me as I pushed up to meet him at every turn, before I felt myself begin to slowly lose control, especially as the angle changed, and his thrust brought him in contact with my clit every time he bore it home. My hands traced down Goku's flexing back, and I delighted in the feel of the changing muscles underneath me, wondering at the hardness that he was opposed to my softness.



      I frowned as I realized that Goku was still going at the slow pace he had set, and while it felt great, I could tell he was holding himself back. I looked into his eyes and saw Goku's eyes had been on mine the whole time, his hands still on either side of me--a small sweat breaking out on his forehead. I wiped my hand across his forehead, looking into the ebony eyes that were looking down at me, "what's the matter?"



      Goku frowned at me, even as he gritted his teeth as he thrust inside of me again, adding to the burning inferno inside of me. But he looked as if he was in pain as he answered, "this feels so good...but I'm afraid I'll hurt you if I let go completely. You're not a warrior Bulma, and I don't want to damage you."



      I smiled up at him, my hands on his cheeks as I pulled him down for a slow kiss, before pulling back, looking him in the eyes as I told him, "that is so sweet Goku...but follow me. I want to show you that even if I'm not a warrior--you don't need to be worried about hurting me. I'm not a doll--and the human body is capable of much when it's in the throes of passion."



      Goku looked down at me, confused, but he complied, pulling out of me, as I quickly used the tactical advantage of surprise to flip our position on the couch. I straddled his thighs, watching his face with interest as he took in the new position we were in, his eyes greedily taking in my body. I slowly lifted myself, and I softly said his name, "Goku..."



      He looked at me, his eyes animalistic, glittering, bright with lust and passion, and I almost fainted from the want of it all, but I forced myself to continue to move. I positioned myself so that my entrance was on top of his tip, and I looked at him, smirking, "you ready?"



      He seemed hesitant, and so I decided to take the decision out of his hands, and slammed by body down to his, having him go deep inside of me, again. I let out a loud groan as he filled me, and I heard him hiss with satisfaction as I completely sheathed him within me. Before he could even think, I pulled up, then slammed down again, my own body begging for more. So I began to ride him, resting my hands on his chest, using his hard body for leverage as I rocked on him. Goku, ever the quick learner, grabbed my hips, helping me along. He began to learn the pace I had been trying to set, learn what I had been trying to teach him, and used his hands to pull me to him, faster and faster, as our pace became frentic.



      Goku's hands slowly traveled up my body, before coming to my breasts, squeezing them lightly and I groaned again, leaning forward, giving him more access. I realized I hadn't taught him about what pleasure women could get from their breasts, but he seemed to pick up on it, as he used his hands to hold my decadently heavy weight, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, as we rocked against each other, causing little shocks of electricity to travel down my spine, and to where our bodies were joined. My nipples became rock hard, and Goku's fingers circled them, before he pinched them--hard enough that I felt the beginning of my new orgasm, but soft enough so that I knew he wasn't going to hurt me.



      Our moans mingled as he continued to play with my breasts, even as one hand moved to my hips to steady them so he could continue to thrust up into me, as I pounded onto him in a sinful and delicious way. As I felt myself getting closer to my next big peak, I gasped at him, "touch my clit."



      Goku didn't need to be told twice--the hand that had been kneading my breast moved, skimming past my stomach, and dipping between my thighs, finding the engorged flesh there, pressing and rubbing on my hardened nub, stoking the fires within me to unimaginable heights. I bucked against him a few more times, but I knew I hit my release the second I felt my body still, my eyes rolling back into my head as everything went fuzzy.



      My second orgasm came harder than my first, and I reared back, one more time, moaning Goku's name as I felt the fire inside of me burst out of control, my whole body tightening before I lost control of all of my senses, my moans turning into screams. Goku continued to thrust up into me, just a few more times, before he too was moaning, his body stilling under me as I felt his hot seed enter my body. His hands gripped my waist tightly, stilling me as he finished, and I distantly wondered if I would have bruises in the morning.



      As I came down from my high, I collapsed, so that I was resting on Goku's sweaty chest, panting heavily as I rested against him. I looked up at him, grinning, even as I breathily told him, still in instructor mode, "you see--the line between pain and pleasure is really thin Goku. You might think you're hurting a woman...but really, she might love it. You just have to listen to what she or her body's telling you."



      He smiled at me, "and did you love it?"



      I blushed, knowing the answer, but also knowing that I was not going to stroke Goku's male ego simply because that was the best fuck I had ever had. So I simply said, "as you're teacher...I was pleased with how quickly you seemed to pick everything up." Goku's smile was radiant though, and I could only smile back as his arms wrapped around me, and held me tighter to his own body. I gave into the sleepiness I was feeling and closed my eyes, resting my cheek against his broad chest, delighting in the warmth underneath me.



      Neither of us moved for a long time, both of us content, myself falling asleep slightly, before I felt one of Goku's hands stroke up my back, before settling for playing with my hair. Softly, he asked, "Bulma?"



      I looked up at him, my eyes wide as I saw the alert smile on his face, "thanks for the lesson."



      I shook my head, still drowsy, closing my eyes, until they popped open when I felt his formerly soft cock growing harder, more rigid within me. I met his eyes, amazed at the amount of stamina Goku had, and he gave me a sheepish grin, "you don't think there are any other lessons you should teach me before tomorrow, do you?"



      I studied his face, but I broke into a smile, as I shook my head, again, at my current situation, wondering who I could blame this whole thing on. I was leaning towards Roshi for having porn at his house, or Krillin for suggesting a bachelor party in the first place, or any of those idiot fighters I called friends, since they were all sleeping and I was left dealing with Goku's questions...not that I minded too much.



      Goku's face crumpled at what he perceived as my rejection of him, and I felt him begin to move out of me, dejected looking. I stopped him as I held his shoulders, moving up his body so that I was looking down at him, "there are plenty of things I could teach you between now and tomorrow." His face brightened, and I frowned, throwing him my best cranky look, "but not on this damn couch. We'd both be sore by tomorrow." Goku cocked his head to the side, and I laughed, realizing Goku would probably not feel any sort of pain, soreness or not, tomorrow, since he was in such amazing shape. I, on the other hand, was not a fighter, and was only a genius woman, who liked it rough, but also wouldn't mind catching a few zzz's between now and tomorrow. But Goku looked eager, and I had admit, my body was starting to come to life again, so I leant down, whispering silkily to him, "take me to the bedroom Goku."



      Goku let out another growl, and he stood, holding me to him as if I was the most precious thing in the world. He carried me to my room as if I weighed nothing (I guess to him, I really did weigh nothing), before he threw me down on the bed, lustily taking me in as he turned the lights on. I could only feel the excitement creep through my every nerve as Goku crawled towards me on the bed, his eyes glittering predatorily.



      Just as I reached for him, Goku stopped, rearing back, his arms around his midsection.



      Immediately, I was concerned, "Goku? Are you alright?"



      Goku's eyes met my own, a sheepish smile on his face, "oh, yeah. It's just..."



      He paused, and I prompted him on, "just what, Goku?"



      His sheepish smile grew into a grin as he put a hand behind his head, "do you mind if we eat first? I'm starving?"



      I could only burst out laughing, shaking my head, "oh Goku..."



      It was good to know that no matter how much things had changed between us tonight, some things would always be the same.

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      A/N: One more short chapter, just a wrap-up of sorts, to follow
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