Videl and Bulma Hentai, Dragon Ball Hentai by Xuneai
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as Gohan and Videl approached the gleaming dome of Capsule Corp. It had been a while since they’d last visited Bulma, and the invitation for a casual evening had been a welcome break from their busy lives. The air was warm, carrying the faint hum of machinery and the scent of blooming flowers from Bulma’s meticulously tended garden.
Bulma greeted them at the door, her trademark confidence on full display. She wore a sleek, form-fitting top that accentuated her ample tits and a pair of shorts that hugged her hips. “Hey, you two! About time you showed up!” she exclaimed, pulling Videl into a quick hug before turning to Gohan. “Looking good, Gohan. Marriage suits you.”
Videl smirked, brushing a strand of her short, dark hair behind her ear. “Thanks, Bulma. You’re not looking too bad yourself. That outfit’s killer.”
Bulma laughed, tossing her blue hair over her shoulder. “Oh, this old thing? Just something I threw on. Come on in, I’ve got drinks ready.”
The trio settled into the spacious living room, the soft glow of ambient lights casting a cozy atmosphere. Bulma poured them each a glass of wine, and soon the conversation flowed as freely as the alcohol. They reminisced about battles fought and victories won, the tension of their past lives giving way to laughter and shared memories.
As the night wore on and the wine glasses emptied, the mood shifted subtly. Bulma’s eyes lingered on Videl a little longer than necessary, taking in the way her tight tank top clung to her toned figure, her perky tits straining against the fabric. Videl noticed, a faint flush creeping up her neck, but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she met Bulma’s gaze with a playful smile.
“You’ve been working out, huh?” Bulma said, her tone teasing but laced with genuine admiration. “Those arms could probably crush me.”
Videl flexed playfully. “Maybe. But I’d rather use them to hug you than fight you.”
Gohan chuckled, sipping his wine. “She’s strong, alright. Keeps me on my toes.”
Bulma raised an eyebrow, leaning back on the couch. “Oh, I bet she does. You’re a lucky guy, Gohan.”
The compliment hung in the air, and Gohan blushed, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I am. Videl’s amazing.”
The room grew warmer, the alcohol loosening their inhibitions. Bulma’s boldness, Videl’s confidence, and Gohan’s gentle charm created an unspoken chemistry that pulsed beneath the surface. When Bulma suggested they stay the night rather than fly home in the dark, neither Gohan nor Videl objected.
“Guest room’s all yours,” Bulma said, leading them down a hallway. “Make yourselves at home.”
Once the door clicked shut behind them, Videl turned to Gohan, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Did you see the way Bulma was looking at you? I think she’s got a little crush.”
Gohan blinked, genuinely surprised. “What? No way. She was just being nice.”
Videl stepped closer, her hands sliding up his chest. “Oh, Gohan, you’re so clueless sometimes. It’s adorable.” She pressed her lips to his, the kiss soft at first but quickly deepening as their pent-up desire took over.
Their clothes hit the floor in a flurry—Gohan’s shirt, Videl’s tank top, her shorts—until they were bare before each other. Videl pushed Gohan onto the bed, her breath hot against his neck as she straddled his hips. She could feel his dick, already hard, pressing against her thigh, and she grinned.
“Someone’s eager,” she teased, grinding against him.
Gohan groaned, his hands gripping her hips. “Can you blame me? You’re so fucking hot, Videl.”
She leaned down, kissing him fiercely as she reached between them, guiding his dick to her entrance. Her pussy was slick with arousal, and she sank down slowly, letting out a low moan as he filled her. “Oh, shit, Gohan… you feel so good.”
Videl started to move, riding him with a steady rhythm that soon turned frantic. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and Gohan couldn’t tear his eyes away, his hands roaming up to cup them, thumbs brushing her nipples. “Goddamn, Videl,” he panted. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Fuck me harder,” she demanded, her voice raw with need. She planted her hands on his chest, picking up the pace, her pussy clenching around him as pleasure coiled tight in her core.
Meanwhile, in her own room, Bulma tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Her mind kept drifting to Gohan and Videl—Gohan’s broad shoulders, Videl’s fierce beauty. She’d always found them attractive, but tonight, something felt different. The wine had stirred a restless heat in her, and she couldn’t shake the image of what they might be doing down the hall.
“Fuck it,” she muttered, slipping out of bed. Clad only in a thin silk robe, she padded barefoot to the guest room, her heart pounding. She told herself she’d just check on them, but deep down, she knew better.
The door was slightly ajar, and when she peeked inside, her breath caught. Videl was riding Gohan like a woman possessed, her body glistening with sweat, her pussy sliding up and down his thick dick. Gohan’s hands gripped her ass, pulling her down harder with each thrust, his moans mingling with hers.
Bulma’s hand slipped beneath her robe, fingers brushing her clit as she watched. Dragon Ball Hentai fantasies had nothing on this—Videl Hentai in the flesh, raw and real. She bit her lip to stifle a whimper, but her arousal betrayed her when she leaned too far, nudging the door open with a loud creak.
Videl’s head snapped up, her rhythm faltering. “Bulma?”
Gohan froze, his eyes wide. “Uh… Bulma? What’s going on?”
Caught, Bulma straightened, her robe falling open to reveal her curves. “I—I was just… checking if you needed anything,” she stammered, then smirked. “Looks like you’re doing fine, though.”
Videl didn’t cover herself. Instead, she tilted her head, a slow, seductive smile spreading across her face. “You don’t have to just watch, you know. Why don’t you join us?”
Gohan’s jaw dropped. “Videl, are you serious?”
“Why not?” Videl said, still perched atop him, his dick buried deep. “It’s Bulma. She’s hot as hell, and I know you’ve thought about it.”
Bulma’s pulse raced. “You’re sure about this?”
“Get over here,” Videl replied, beckoning her with a finger.
Bulma shed her robe, letting it pool on the floor as she crossed the room. Her tits swayed with each step, and Gohan’s eyes darted between the two women, arousal warring with disbelief. Bulma climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside Videl, who reached out and pulled her close.
Their lips crashed together in the hottest kiss imaginable, fierce and hungry. Videl’s tongue plunged into Bulma’s mouth, and Bulma met her with equal fervor, their saliva mixing as they moaned into each other. It was sloppy, wet, and utterly shameless—Bulma X Videl Hentai brought to life.
Gohan watched, mesmerized, his dick twitching inside Videl. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “This is insane.”
Videl broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips as she grinned at Bulma. “Taste as good as you look.”
Bulma laughed, her voice husky. “You’re one to talk. Now, let’s make this a real Videl X Bulma X Gohan Threesome Hentai.”
She slid down, positioning herself between Gohan’s legs. Wrapping her lips around his dick—still slick from Videl’s pussy—she sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around the tip. Gohan groaned, head tipping back. “Fuck, Bulma…”
Videl watched, fingering her own pussy as Bulma worked. “She’s good, isn’t she?”
“So good,” Gohan managed, his hips bucking slightly.
Bulma pulled back, licking her lips. “My turn with you, Videl.” She climbed up, straddling Gohan’s face and lowering her dripping pussy onto his mouth. “Eat me out, Gohan.”
He didn’t hesitate, his tongue delving into her folds, lapping at her clit with eager strokes. Bulma moaned, grinding against him, while Videl resumed riding his dick, her movements slower now, savoring the stretch.
“God, you’re tight,” Videl said, glancing at Bulma. “Lean over here.”
Bulma obliged, and they kissed again, their tits pressing together as they swapped spit once more. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure—wet slurps, breathy moans, the rhythmic slap of Videl’s ass against Gohan’s thighs.
“I’m gonna come,” Gohan warned, his voice muffled against Bulma’s pussy.
“Me too,” Videl gasped, her pace quickening. “Fill me up, Gohan.”
Bulma rocked harder against his tongue. “Come on, make me scream.”
With a guttural groan, Gohan thrust up, spilling inside Videl, his hot seed flooding her pussy. The sensation pushed Videl over the edge, her walls clamping down as she came, shuddering atop him. Bulma followed seconds later, her orgasm crashing through her as Gohan’s tongue flicked her clit just right.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breathless and sated. Sweat glistened on their skin, the air thick with the scent of sex.
“Fucking hell,” Bulma panted, brushing hair from her face. “That was… wow.”
Videl laughed, rolling off Gohan to lie beside him. “Yeah. Bulma Hentai material for sure.”
Gohan, still dazed, managed a grin. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
Bulma propped herself on an elbow, smirking. “Believe it, kid. And if you’re up for it, we could make this a regular thing.”
Videl traced a finger down Bulma’s arm. “I’d be down. What do you say, Gohan?”
He looked between them, a mix of awe and excitement in his eyes. “Uh… yeah. Definitely.”
As they lay there, basking in the afterglow, the night stretched on with whispered promises of more. Capsule Corp had never felt so alive—or so deliciously wicked.
