ChiChi was heading towards Bulma's house in her car when she heard a horn beep from behind her. She looked back to find out that it was #18. "Hey!" she said as she waved at her. She guessed that she was going to Bulma's house also. When they got there Bulma was fixing the gravity machine with her dad. Vegeta fucked it up again and they were going at each other's throats.
"FINE!" Bulma yelled. "See if you get any sex tonight!" With that she walked inside the house.
Vegeta just hmphd. "Let's see who needs it more!" he yelled back. With that he flew off into the sky.
ChiChi and #18 went inside looking for Bulma. They found her in the basement working on one of her inventions. She was awfully mad because she was dropping things and cursing. She jumped when a hand tapped her shoulder.
"Bulma?" said ChiChi. "You ok?"
"Of course I'm ok," she said. "Just pissed off at that son of a bitch! He thinks he's gonna come back and get some, well he's dead wrong!"
#18 walked next to her and placed her arm around Bulma. "We're here for you," she said.
"I know," she said smiling. "So what have you been up to?"
"Nothing much," sighed ChiChi. "Goku is off with Krillin and Gohan someplace."
"Yeah they're always going to Master Roshi's house," said #18. She sat on top of the table where Bulma had her gadgets and tools.
"Be careful," Bulma said nervously. "Those are very fragile."
"Calm down Bulma," said ChiChi while looking at her other inventions in a cabinet. She opened it, finding something unexpected. She picked it up and examined it carefully. It was a long, thick dildo. Her eyes widened and she looked at Bulma who was blushing.
"They gave me that on my 18th birthday," Bulma said. She walked over and tried to grab it but ChiChi moved it away from her.
"You ever tried it?" #18 asked.
"Of course not!" Bulma cried out. "It was just a prank."
"Why didn't you?" ChiChi asked slyly.
"I didn't think I needed it," she said. "I was always with Yamcha and then got with Vegeta right after."
"But you're not getting none tonight, right?" said #18. "How long have you gone without any?"
"About a week," she said shyly.
"I bet you're real horny," said ChiChi as she got closer to Bulma. She placed her hand on her cheek and smiled. "You were never curious about trying it?"
Bulma blushed a little and thought about the question. She wanted to try something new and this was the perfect moment. She looked at ChiChi and nodded.
Suddenly ChiChi pressed her lips on hers and began to rub her hands down her shoulders.
#18 came over and massaged Bulma's back. She pulled Bulma's shirt over her head and kissed her back.
"There's a room back here," said Bulma. They nodded and went into the room. They found the bed and immediately took off their clothes.
ChiChi laid Bulma on the bed and started sucking on her breasts. She heard her moan wildly as they rubbed their throbbing vaginas together. ChiChi went down even farther and her face was between her thighs. She heard Bulma almost cry in excitement. Meanwhile #18 was touching herself and licking her lips. ChiChi then licked her already wet pussy and began to suck on it.
"AAaaaNNnnhhhh," Bulma began to groan. "This IS great." Bulma spotted #18 walk up to her.
#18 kissed Bulma on her lips and climbed on the bed. Bulma grabbed one of her legs and put it over her face so now #18's pussy was facing her. #18 lowered herself and let Bulma lick her pussy lips. She moaned for her to go in deeper and she slid her tongue as far inside her as she could.
"Oooooohh," moaned #18. "This feels sooo good. Better than Krillin."
ChiChi was sucking hungrily on Bulma's wet entrance. She stopped and watched as Bulma ate #18's clit. She smiled and ran her fingers on Bulma's swollen pussy. She gently slid her two fingers inside her warm clit and heard her moan form underneath #18's pussy. She went in faster and faster and she started to finger herself also. She slid in another finger in herself and in Bulma's. She felt herself getting closer to cum. She suddenly burst and she felt Bulma cum as well. She bent over and licked the juices off Bulma's vagina. She went back into fingering her and herself.
After a couple of minutes they switched places. #18 laid ChiChi on the bed and began to massage her breasts. She slid her tongue in her mouth and began to run her fingers down to her vagina.
Bulma grabbed the dildo from the table and ran back to the room. She found a way to strap the dildo around her vagina. She went behind #18 and slowly slid the dildo inside her wet entrance. She began at a slow pace as #18 moaned and groaned. She went faster and put the whole ten inch fake dick inside her. She moaned also and then exploded.
The three women's juices made a puddle on the bed and the floor. #18 sucked harder on ChiChi's pussy.
"Oooohhh don't stop," ChiChi said.
They switched again, this time ChiChi straps the dildo around her and laid #18 in the bed. She sucked on her breasts as she rubbed the fake dick on her pussy. She then slid the thing inside her and began to move faster.
"Fuck me harder!" cried #18 as she lifted her legs on top of ChiChi's shoulders. "Oooh G-God." She then cummed again.
ChiChi gave in a few hard thrusts and stopped. She took off the dildo giving it to #18. She smiled and strapped it around her. She laid ChiChi face down on the bed. She lifted her knees up as she held her hips. She then slid the dildo inside her.
Bulma made moaning sounds as she fingered herself and sucked on her fingers. She walked to ChiChi and began to massage her breasts. She bent down and nibbled on one of her nipples. She ran her tongue around her nipple and played with it.
ChiChi tossed her head side to side as #18 went faster. She grabbed her tits as they bounced up and down. "Make me cum," she cooed. "I wanna cum."
They were now sweating and the room began to fill up with their scents. Bulma sucked and bit gently on ChiChi's breasts. She fingered herself roughly as she did this.
ChiChi finally exploded and #18 got off and laid beside her. Bulma cummed also and fell on the bed.
"That was great," Bulma said, breathing heavily. "I never thought it would be this good."
"See," said ChiChi. "I knew you would like it, especially an orgy."
"How about we do it next week?" asked #18.
"Sure," they both said. "We're having a better threesome next time."
They didn't hear the door open. They didn't hear the footsteps. They didn't hear the little bald monk stop dead in the hallway with his mouth wide open like a fish.
Krillin had come back early. Goku and Gohan had stayed at Master Roshi's to eat and watch a marathon of some stupid show, and Krillin had gotten bored and decided to swing by Bulma's to ask her for a spare part for his training gear. Simple errand. In and out. That's what he thought.
What he got instead was a view straight into the open bedroom door where his wife, his wife's friend, and the richest woman on the planet were all tangled up naked on a soaked mattress with a ten inch dildo sitting between them like a trophy.
He stood there for a full minute. Then another. His brain short circuited about four times.
"...Huh," was all he managed.
Three heads snapped up at the same time.
"KRILLIN!" #18 yelped. She scrambled to pull a sheet up but it was too late, he'd already seen everything.
"Krill-Krillin!" ChiChi stammered. "When did you—how long were you standing there?!"
"Long enough," he said quietly. His voice was weirdly flat. "Long enough to see my wife cream herself on another woman's mouth. Long enough to hear her say it feels better than me."
#18's face went red. "I said *sooo* good, I didn't say—"
"You said 'better than Krillin,'" he said. "I heard it clear."
Bulma was the only one who laughed. She sat up, totally unbothered, sheet falling to her waist. "So what, Krillin? You gonna join us or you gonna stand in the doorway all day?"
And that's when Krillin got an idea. A *great* idea. A terrible idea. A great-terrible idea.
He folded his arms. He made his face as serious as he could. "I don't know," he said slowly. "See, this looks a lot like... betrayal. My own wife. Behind my back."
#18 rolled her eyes. "It wasn't behind your—"
"BETRAYAL," Krillin repeated, louder. "And you know what happens with betrayal? Blackmail."
ChiChi's eyebrow went up. "Blackmail?"
"Yup." He walked in and closed the door behind him. "I walk out of here right now and I tell everybody. Goku. Vegeta. Yamcha. *Roshi.* I tell Roshi, and Roshi tells the whole town. I tell 'em that the three hottest women on Earth get naked every week and rub each other raw with a dildo. How fast you think the whole city shows up at Bulma's front door?"
Bulma went pale. "Oh no. My dad. My dad would *die*."
"Vegeta would never let it go," ChiChi groaned. "He'd bring it up every single dinner for the rest of my life."
"And Krillin," #18 said flatly, "would have to be *included* to keep quiet. Right?"
Krillin grinned. That little shit-eating grin. "Right. You're catching on, baby."
"So what do you want?" Bulma asked.
He looked at all three of them. Sweaty, naked, still glistening, chests heaving. And he said the words he'd been dreaming of since he was thirteen years old standing behind Master Roshi at the beach.
"I want in. Right now. All three of you. And I want it *my* way."
They all looked at each other. ChiChi shrugged. Bulma grinned. #18 crossed her arms under her chest and gave him that look, that *oh really* look.
"Fine," #18 said. "But don't embarrass yourself, Krillin. You got ten inches of plastic on that table over there and you're bringing a little karate man."
Krillin's eye twitched. "Little karate man. Okay. Okay, we'll see."
He pulled off his shirt. Then his gi pants. Then his boxers.
He was hard already. Rock hard, actually, from standing in that doorway for two minutes watching his wife get eaten out by ChiChi. But it was, admittedly, normal sized. Nothing to write home about. #18 smirked.
Krillin saw the smirk. And Krillin decided to use a technique he'd never used before. Something he'd been practicing in secret. Something stupid and petty and perfect.
He put his hands together. He concentrated.
*Kaio-ken.*
His whole body glowed faintly red for a second.
And his dick grew. And grew. And *grew.*
Ten inches. Then twelve. Then a solid fifteen, thick as a wrist, veins standing out, the head purple and heavy and dripping.
All three women went completely silent.
"...What," said #18.
"Ki control," Krillin said smugly. "I can move energy anywhere. Why not *anywhere*?"
Bulma burst out laughing. "Oh my god, you've been holding out!"
ChiChi's mouth was literally hanging open. "Goku never told me he could do that."
"Goku doesn't know he can do that," Krillin said. "Now. Enough talking."
He grabbed ChiChi first.
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He threw her down on the bed on her back, spread her thick legs, and shoved the whole fifteen inches into her in one push.
ChiChi screamed. Not a cute little moan. A *scream*. "OHHH GOD—KRILLIN—"
"Say my name again," he growled, and started hammering.
ChiChi was a martial artist, a mother, a woman who'd survived dinosaurs and demons and a Saiyan husband who could crack planets. She'd never been fucked like this. Krillin was short and fast and he had *power* in those hips, that bald little body slamming into her with the kind of rhythm only a fighter could keep up. His balls slapped her ass with every stroke. Her huge tits bounced and rolled and he grabbed both of them, squeezed, buried his face between them.
"These," he panted. "These are the best tits on the planet and Goku gets them every night. Unbelievable."
"Mmmff—ah—ah—" ChiChi couldn't even form words. Her eyes rolled back. Her pussy was stretched so wide around him it looked like it was made for him.
He fucked her for ten minutes straight without slowing down. Then he felt her start to clamp, start to shudder, start to squeal — and he pulled out right before she came.
"No, no, no—" she whined.
"Not yet," he said. "On your knees. Ass up."
ChiChi flipped over, dropped her chest to the mattress, and lifted her round ass high. Krillin spat on her tight little hole, rubbed the head of that monster against it, and pushed in.
She screamed again. Her back arched like a bow. He grabbed her hips and just *went* — fast, hard, relentless, that huge thing splitting her open while her pussy dripped down her thighs and made a mess of the bed.
"KRILLIN—KRILLIN—KRILLIN—" she chanted into the pillow.
"Ass is tighter than the pussy," he grunted. "Good. That's good."
He came the first time inside her ass, deep, groaning, filling her up. When he pulled out a thick rope of cum dripped down her cheek of her ass and onto the bed. ChiChi collapsed face down, twitching, ruined.
One down.
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#18 was next, and #18 was the one he actually wanted.
She was already on the bed, on her back, legs open, glaring at him. Defiant. "Come on then, little karate man."
Krillin climbed on and lined up. He looked her right in the eyes.
And he slid in.
#18's eyes went wide. She'd said what she said, she'd made her jokes, but she genuinely, honestly, truly had never felt anything like this from him. Not once in their whole marriage. He was always sweet. He was always careful. He was always *ten minutes and done*. This was a *weapon*.
"Oh—oh shit—" she breathed.
"Yeah," Krillin said. "Oh shit."
And then he started to *fuck* her.
Not gentle. Not sweet. *Brutal.* Long, deep, grinding strokes that dragged every inch of that fifteen incher across every nerve inside her. He fucked her so hard her whole body slid up the bed and he had to yank her back down by the hips. Her blonde hair stuck to her face. Her mouth fell open. That smug, cocky, unshakeable #18 face just *melted*.
"Harder," she gasped. "Fucking harder—"
He gave her harder.
"FASTER—"
He gave her faster.
Bulma and ChiChi had recovered enough to crawl over and watch. Bulma was fingering herself again, mesmerized. ChiChi was licking her lips, still leaking Krillin's cum from her ass.
Krillin flipped #18 over and fucked her from behind, and #18 — the android, the woman who once said nothing could tire her out — was moaning like an animal and pushing back into him.
He came inside her pussy and didn't stop. Kept going. Harder. He pulled out, shoved into her ass, and she actually *squealed*.
"KRILLIN! It's—it's too much—"
"You said *better than Krillin*," he reminded her. "Let's find out."
He fucked her ass until his second load blew, then flipped her back over, shoved back into her pussy, and kept going until she came so hard she squirted all over his stomach.
And then he kept going *again.* Because he wanted to.
#18 was screaming now. Not moaning. Screaming. Her pussy was hot and swollen and overworked and he was still going, that fat head punching right up against her cervix over and over, and she grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails in and said, "W-What—what are you—"
"I'm not done," he said.
And he wasn't. He fucked her pussy raw for another ten minutes. By the end of it, when he finally pulled out, a thin streak of pink was mixed into the mess on the sheets.
#18 reached down, touched herself, looked at her fingers.
There was blood.
Her pussy had actually *bled*. Just a little. From being fucked so hard by her own husband.
She stared at him. Then at her fingers. Then at him again.
"...How," she whispered. "How are you *doing* this?"
"Ki control," he said, breathing hard, grinning. "And about eight years of frustration."
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Bulma was last, and Bulma got it worst, because Bulma had been *watching* the whole time and Bulma was so wet she'd soaked a spot into the mattress the size of a dinner plate.
"Come here," Krillin said.
Bulma didn't need to be told twice. She crawled over, pushed ChiChi down onto her back, and straddled ChiChi's face so she could eat her out while Krillin got behind her. Bulma's perfect round little butt lifted, her dripping pussy winking at him, and she looked back over her shoulder with that smart mouth of hers.
"Think you can handle it, short stuff?"
He shoved it in.
Bulma's cocky expression died instantly. She dropped forward onto her elbows, face buried in ChiChi's thighs, and screamed into her.
He fucked her pussy hard and deep, one hand spanking that pale round ass until it was pink and stinging, and Bulma couldn't stop moaning. ChiChi was lapping at her clit and Krillin was destroying her from behind and #18, recovered, crawled under her and started sucking her tits.
Bulma came in about ninety seconds. He didn't stop.
He pulled out and pushed into her ass without warning and she *yelled* into ChiChi's pussy. Tight. Hot. Perfect. He fucked it like he had a grudge.
"I'm gonna cum in this," he announced. "Every single hole. Every one of you."
And he did. He came in Bulma's ass, pulled out, shoved back into her pussy, and came again, and kept thrusting through it while she whimpered and squirmed and dug her fingers into the sheets.
By the time he pulled out of her, Bulma was flat on the bed, legs shaking, gasping for air, ass red, pussy gaping and full of his cum, and she looked up at him with actual wonder in her eyes.
"Holy... shit... Krillin."
He wasn't done though. He wasn't done until all three of them were *ruined*.
He took ChiChi again — pussy, then ass. Then #18 again — pussy, then ass, until the blood streak was a little bigger and she was moaning in that high helpless way. Then Bulma one more time, face down, both holes, until she was crying a little.
It went on for over an hour.
When it finally stopped, all three women were laid out on that poor soaked bed in a heap, panting, sweating, dripping, three sets of tits rising and falling, three pussies swollen and red and leaking.
Krillin stood at the foot of the bed. His fifteen incher was still half hard. He looked like a king.
Nobody spoke for a while. Just breathing.
Then #18 rolled her head over and looked at him. Really looked at him.
"Krillin," she said quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Why don't you fuck me like that in our normal life? Why don't you use this on me at home?"
Krillin thought about it. He sat down on the edge of the bed and ran a hand over her hair.
"Because I love you," he said. "For real. In normal life, I want to go soft on you. Be gentle. Take my time. Make it sweet. I always thought if I went too hard you'd get sick of me. I always thought you'd want *nice* Krillin."
#18 laughed weakly. "Nice Krillin is fine. But *this* Krillin..." she grabbed the base of him and squeezed. "This Krillin is coming home more often."
"Deal," he said.
ChiChi propped herself up on one elbow, still leaking onto the bed. "So. What now?"
Krillin looked at all three of them. Hot wives. Hot friends. All his. All of them gonna meet again.
"Same time next week," he said. "You three keep your little club. But now I'm a member. And every week I get all three of you. Pussy, ass, whatever I want. And I drink from those huge tits like it's breakfast."
Bulma snorted. "You're gonna drink milk from my—"
"You heard me," he said.
And the best part? The *best* part was that none of them argued. Not one.
They all just nodded. Exhausted. Sore. Happy.
#18 stretched, winced, and smiled. "Next week. Bulma's. Bring the ki."
Krillin grinned and flopped down on top of the whole pile, face first into ChiChi's cleavage, one arm around Bulma, one leg over #18.
Life was good.
The end.