ChiChi tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for Bulma. She was her ride to Kame House and wasn't in the mood to wait. It was two years after Goku decided to remain dead after the battle with Cell and to say that ChiChi was irritable would be an understatement. Not only did he leave her all by herself to raise Gohan, but now she had no one to fuck her when she couldn't call Krillin because he was too preoccupied with that young android, and everyone else was unreachable, or Yamcha. Bulma offered to let her join her and Vegeta but she knew that was just so someone could watch her and him go at it.
So ChiChi decided to take the cheapest possible vacation and go relax at Kame House. Now that they were simply living off of her father's savings, while immense, she wasn't about to spend money when she could save it just as easily. And she wasn't going to take any handouts from Bulma.
Except the ride.
The only problem would be rejecting the advances of one Master Roshi but she had done that for years. And the man was actually quite a good cook and she was excited to not have to cook for herself.
Suddenly she heard a loud whirr and looked up as she saw Bulma's ship descend in front of her home. Saying goodbye to Gohan one more time she ran to enter the cockpit, thankful he was old enough to be left alone for a few days. As she and Bulma flew to the island ChiChi rolled her eyes for the entire flight as Bulma went back and forth between bitching about Vegeta's antics to marveling at Saiyan libido and vigor.
As they reached the island they saw Master Roshi and Turtle waiting for them in front of the house.
"Hello ladies!" Roshi said lecherously, "Are you both staying with me tonight?"
ChiChi rolled her eyes as Bulma blushed and took off right away. Master Roshi simply laughed as ChiChi ignored him and moved up to the guest room.
Closing the door, ChiChi changed from her forest wear into a simple white T-shirt and khaki shorts. Grabbing a book she went back downstairs to head outside to read.
As she did she could feel Roshi's eyes on her and he let out a low chuckle.
"My you are gorgeous!" He said his face turning red.
"Grrrrrr leave me in peace!" She shouted, clenching her fist tightly. Roshi simply watched her ample breasts shake as she turned.
"Woman I will not change who I am just because you're here," he said, still ogling her, "but don't worry I got a sweet thing coming over later anyway!" He said, pulling down his glasses and winking.
ChiChi rolled her eyes at his attempt to brag. "Oh I'm sure," she said as she turned and left the house, finding the chair to read her book.
Time passed and ChiChi fell asleep reading her book as the warm sun comforted her. Suddenly however she was awoken by the sound of a small personal plane landing on the island. She frowned as she covered her face with her book. As the ship turned off she watched as a slim redhead in a floral sundress hopped out and approached her shyly.
"Hi uhm, is Mister Roshi here?" She asked ChiChi, seemingly intimidated. ChiChi looked the girl over, guessing she was no older than 22 or 23 and probably from the city based on her accent. Her dress was primarily red and made her slim figure seem much curvier than she really was.
"He's inside," ChiChi said, admittedly just as puzzled as the girl was nervous. She was quite shocked that Master Roshi wasn't lying although laughed at the idea of this girl having been catfished by the old pervert.
As she watched her enter however the girl didn't seem shocked at his appearance, simply blushing with her nerves. Master Roshi quickly bugged out the way he does around all women and began leading the girl upstairs.
Moving back to read her book she felt sorry for the girl and the experience she was about to have. With a sigh she eased herself back into the chair and resumed reading.
"OH MY GOD!" She heard suddenly from the young girl.
Dashing around and up the stairs she bounded up totally prepared to rip Master Roshi's balls off. As she did however she was stopped by an intense moan from the young girl and the distinct sound of sucking.
Creeping closer to the door she listened quietly and heard the sound of the girl blowing Master Roshi.
"No way!" She thought to herself as she turned and headed back down the stairs.
"Oh my god, it's so amazing!" She heard the redhead say. Clamping her hands over her ears she went downstairs and turned on the TV attempting to drown out the sound of the two of them. After she heard the bed start to creak she went and grabbed some of Master Roshi's Sake.
They continued for what felt like hours before she finally heard them stop. ChiChi admittedly felt hot listening to the two of them, having not had a good fucking in a long time. She'd be damned if she'd get what is obviously a prostitute like master Roshi has however.
Eventually she watched as the redhead came down the stairs and through the room to leave. She limped the whole way and held her lower back, quickly waving goodbye to ChiChi as she left.
A few moments after she took off, Master Roshi trotted down the stairs cheerfully and got some water from the kitchen before joining ChiChi on the couch.
"Have fun with your little hooker?" She asked condescendingly.
"Oh she wasn't a hooker!" He said as he took a drink of water and grabbed the remote control, "I don't pay those girls for sex, I meet them online and they come to me!"
ChiChi rolled her eyes and chuckled as Master Roshi changed the TV to his porno channel, watching girls dance in bunny outfits.
"Oh yeah? What would they want to come to you for?" She said ignoring the TV and looking over at him.
"My huge cock," he said smiling and looking over at her.
"Oh really?" ChiChi asked laughing.
"Yup! I meet them online and when I show them they decide to come by and try it!" He said pointing to the computer on the coffee table.
"Oh please!" She said, taking a drink of her Sake, "you really expect me to believe that?"
"It's true! I'll prove it to you!" He said, sensing an opportunity arising.
"Go for it, I'm sure I'll be totally amazed!" She said sarcastically, the warm weather and alcohol making her more cocky than usual.
"Well, you asked for it!" Master Roshi said laughing.
ChiChi smirked as master Roshi stood up on the couch and took his shirt off revealing his wrinkled but muscular old body. As he removed his pants however all her bravado fled from her body.
Master Roshi was wearing no underwear and pulled down his pants to reveal his foot long soft cock hanging between his legs in front of two egg sized balls.
ChiChi's eyes went wide as she eyed the giant meat pole before her. It was easily as thick as her wrist and still hanging limp as it shook between his legs.
"W-well it's not that big," she said nonchalantly and taking another drink of Sake, trying not to admit Master Roshi was right.
"Well it's not hard yet," he said, shaking it in front of her watching her follow it as if hypnotized. "Here if you take your clothes off I'm sure you can see it hard," he said with a smirk.
ChiChi blushed and felt herself heat up even further as she thought it over. Eventually she shrugged in an attempt to seem nonchalant and began to remove her shirt. Pulling it over her head revealed a simple black bra attempting to hold back her large breasts. Reaching behind her, she unclipped it and let out a sigh as her massive tits bounced free.
Master Roshi's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he watched her breasts flop free. His cock twitched and began to grow, the veins pumping and the tip twitching. ChiChi continued to eye his cock as it began to grow, feeling herself grow wetter.
For a moment she turned around and pulled off her shorts, revealing her black granny panties that had been swallowed up by her thick ass. She could feel herself soaking through it noticeably and removed it as well, showing him her asshole and pussy for a moment.
When she turned around she nearly jumped at the sight before her. Master Roshi had obviously been ogling her but she looked down to see his now erect cock standing up and pointing at her. She wouldn't have been surprised if it was two feet long and twice as big as a coke can around it.
She couldn't contain herself any longer and reached out and grasped it, her small hand barely reaching around it. Master Roshi smiled at her.
"So what do you think now?" Master Roshi asked as she began to explore his cock with her hands.
"It's so big! How is it so big?" She said, shocked.
"Turtle school secrets," he said with a smirk, "Now get on your knees."
ChiChi couldn't help but do as he said and dropped to her knees in front of him as he stood over her. Grasping the base of his cock Master Roshi began slapping her face with it.
"You like my huge cock?" He asked jokingly. ChiChi couldn't help but moan and nod as she closed her eyes and felt the weight of his cock on her face.
He laughed and moved the tip of his cock to her lips and began to rub precum on them. Slowly she opened her mouth and allowed him to push the head of his cock into her mouth. She felt her jaw stretch to accommodate his massive cock as he forced her to try and take it in her throat.
Eventually she could fit a quarter of his massive cock down her throat and he began to fuck her mouth.
"Mmmm just like those young girls," he moaned. ChiChi felt her pussy quiver at being degraded and compared to the young girls he regularly calls. Pushing further she managed to throat half of his massive cock as a show.
Master Roshi pulled out and began to titfuck ChiChi's massive breasts. ChiChi herself was breathing heavily as spit dripped down her face, looking up at Master Roshi with lust filled eyes.
"You like this ChiChi?" He asked as he squeezed her tits together and pinched her nipples.
"Oh yeah I do!" She moaned, unable to control herself any longer.
"You wanna get treated like one of my little sluts?" He said rubbing his cock on her face once more.
"Yes please Master!" She moaned as she stuck her tongue out, licking his shaft as he rubbed it on her face.
Master Roshi smirked and pushed her onto all fours facing away from him on the couch, sliding two fingers with him and playing with her wet folds. ChiChi moaned as he began to play with her and shook her thick ass.
After getting her ready Master Roshi stood behind her and crouched into position, the tip of his massive cock waiting to slide into ChiChi's milf pussy.
"Mmmmm please Master!" She begged, pushing back and pressing the head of his cock against her, eliciting a moan from both of them.
Master Roshi smirked and obliged her request. Grabbing her hips, he rather harshly shoved his massive cock in her tight pussy. He sank halfway inside of her causing her to scream in pain and pleasure. Beginning to work himself back and forth he eventually found a good rhythm and began properly fucking her.
ChiChi was squealing as she felt his giant cock split her open. She felt it already reaching her cervix and pushing it back with each thrust. She bit her lip and gripped the couch tightly as her back arched further and she pushed back on his cock. She felt his old hands gripping her fat ass as she worked him deeper in tandem with his strokes.
Eventually Master Roshi could bottom out in ChiChi's tight pussy and she could feel his balls slap her clit. She moaned with each thrust as she felt his egg sized balls pound her clit. She let out a squeal as she suddenly felt his thumbs spread her asshole, one of them pressing inside of her virgin hole.
As she began to cum on his cock she brought a hand to her chest and felt his massive cock stretch her body and cause her tits to bounce. She suddenly felt herself shake and spasm on his cock as he fucked her, creaming all over his massive cock.
Master Roshi smirked and bottomed out inside of ChiChi's pussy and came deep inside of her. She felt him flood her womb with his cum as it filled her up and oozed out of her as he pulled out.
ChiChi couldn't handle the experience however and passed out on the couch. Master Roshi eyed her dripping pussy with pride as he allowed his cock to relax. The turtle school techniques he developed were a lifesaver.
---
**And then the door opened**
ChiChi came apart on Master Roshi's cock with a shriek that rattled the little windows of Kame House, her thick thighs quaking, her nails digging gouges into the old couch cushions. She creamed all over that impossible slab of meat buried in her, gushing around it, and then — because her body simply could not process what had just happened to it — she went limp and face-planted into the cushion, out cold.
Master Roshi smirked down at the sight of her. Her fat ass was still hiked in the air, his cum oozing out of her swollen pussy in slow white ropes, dripping down her inner thigh and pooling on the fabric. He gave his softening cock a satisfied flick and let it swing.
"The turtle school techniques," he murmured to himself, chest puffed out. "Lifesaver. Every damn time."
And that was the exact moment the front door swung open.
"Hey Master Roshi! I brought the—"
Krillin stopped dead in the doorway with a paper bag of groceries in his arms.
He blinked. He blinked again.
"...ChiChi?"
Then his eyes traveled down. Down past her slack, blissed-out face, past the tits squashed sideways under her, past the arch of her back, and landed squarely on the mess between her legs and the old man standing over her with his junk out.
"MASTER ROSHI?!"
Roshi turned, entirely unbothered, and waved. "Oh, Krillin! Good timing. Put the bag in the kitchen."
"Good timing?! What is — is that — is that CHICHI?! Goku's wife?!"
"Mm." Roshi picked up his shirt off the armrest and dabbed at himself casually. "Goku's widow, technically. And yes."
"She's got — you've got — there's CUM coming out of her!"
"Observant as ever, my student."
Krillin set the bag down slowly, like it might explode, and crept closer, staring at the unconscious woman on the couch with the reverence of a man looking at a holy relic. "How? When? *How?*"
"Sake," Roshi said. "And pride. Mostly pride." He grinned. "She called me a pervert and then she saw it and she folded like wet paper. Same as all of them."
Krillin's face twitched. "...All of them?"
"Oh, don't play dumb with me, boy. You've got a profile on that site too. I've *seen* your reviews."
Krillin went pink. "That's — okay, yeah, but — but that's *my* thing. That's different."
"Is it?"
"It's *different* because—" Krillin stopped, looked at ChiChi's naked, thoroughly-used body sprawled across the couch, and let out a breath. "Okay. It's not different. But you gotta admit it's a coincidence."
"There are no coincidences on that website, Krillin. Only women with low standards and high curiosity."
They both stood there a moment, looking at her.
ChiChi stirred. Her lashes fluttered, her cheeks still flushed pink, and she groaned as she rolled onto her side and pushed herself up onto one elbow. "Mmm... what time is..."
Then she saw Krillin.
She screamed. She scrambled for a cushion to cover herself, got it over one breast and nothing else, and stared at him with wide, horrified eyes. "KR-KRILLIN?! What are YOU doing here?!"
"I visit Master Roshi every other week," Krillin said, deadpan. "What are *you* doing here?"
"I'm on *vacation!*"
"Looks like it."
ChiChi went red to the roots of her hair. She yanked the cushion down over her lap and tried to arrange her dignity around her, which was a losing battle given her tits were doing whatever they wanted and there was still cum cooling on her thighs. "It — this isn't what it looks like!"
"It's exactly what it looks like."
"...Okay it's exactly what it looks like."
Roshi had sat down in his armchair by now, shirtless, cross-legged, dick hanging out over his knee like a lazy anaconda, watching the two of them like a man enjoying a good television program. "You know," he said, "this could be a problem."
ChiChi's head snapped to him. "How?!"
"Because our little friend here has a mouth on him."
Krillin caught on instantly. He looked at ChiChi. Then at Roshi. Then back at ChiChi. And a slow, *wicked* grin spread across his round face.
"Ohhh," he said. "Yeah. Yeah, I've got a mouth on me."
ChiChi's stomach dropped. "Krillin."
"ChiChi."
"Krillin, don't."
"ChiChi, *Gohan* is what, thirteen now? Old enough to answer a phone. Definitely old enough to hear a good story about his mom."
"You wouldn't."
Krillin folded his arms and leaned against the wall, smug as a cat. "I *would.* I'd call him tonight. 'Hey Gohan, buddy, how's school? Oh, by the way, your mom's on Kame Island with her ass in the air for a hundred-year-old man. She's got cum in her hair. She called him Master.'"
ChiChi made a strangled noise.
"And *Goten*," Krillin went on, warming up. "Little Goten. You know how kids repeat stuff. I could call that house and by dinner time that boy's walking around going 'mama's a slut, mama's a whore.'"
"I am *not*—"
"Then prove it."
Roshi barked a laugh and slapped his knee. "Ohoho! There it is!"
ChiChi sputtered. "Prove *what?*"
Krillin pushed off the wall and walked toward her, and there was something different in his walk now — less the goofy friend of her late husband and more something with teeth. "Prove you're a slut. Prove you're a whore. Prove you're a cock-drunk little housewife who came out here to get her brains fucked out and pretend it wasn't the plan all along."
ChiChi's mouth opened. Nothing came out.
"Because *I*," Krillin said, "know a thing or two about this setup. Roshi taught me everything he knows. And I've been running my own little... arrangement... for years now. You'd be surprised how many women out there are just like you. Lonely. Pent up. Telling themselves they're *not* gonna do it this time."
ChiChi swallowed. "...Just like me, huh?"
"Exactly like you. Except they admit it before they pass out." He hooked a thumb at Roshi. "The two of us, we've tag-teamed half the island. Ask him."
Roshi nodded sagely, sipping his sake. "It's true. Krillin and I have a system. He gets the shy ones warmed up, I finish the job."
"And there's one more thing," Krillin said, and now he was close enough that ChiChi had to crane her neck up at him. "You noticed Roshi's big. You should know something. Roshi's *not* the biggest."
ChiChi blinked. "He's not?"
Roshi grumbled into his cup. "Much as it pains me to admit it. Boy's got a *technique.* Turtle school advanced. Nineteen inches, last time we measured. NINETEEN. Mine's only eighteen and change. Do you know how long I trained to catch up? Never did. Little bald bastard."
Krillin was already pulling his shirt over his head. "Nineteen inches, ChiChi. Through a secret technique Roshi *hates* that I know. And unlike him, I'm not a hundred years old. I've got stamina."
ChiChi's pussy clenched around nothing, and she felt the cum between her thighs get a little wetter.
"Now," Krillin said, dropping his pants, "the choice is yours. You can get dressed, go to bed, and I make one little phone call in the morning. Or..."
He kicked the pants away.
His cock was already half-hard, hanging thick and heavy between his thighs, and it was *already* longer than Roshi's soft and getting longer by the second. ChiChi watched it fill out, watched it climb, watched it keep going past where any reasonable cock should stop, until it was standing straight up against his stomach and the head of it was level with his navel.
"*Nineteen inches*," she breathed.
"That's what she said," Krillin grinned. "So. Are you gonna be a good girl, or am I making a phone call?"
ChiChi didn't answer with words. She just dropped the cushion.
Krillin's grin widened. "That's what I thought."
Roshi rose from the armchair, cracking his knuckles. "Ohoho. Round two. I'll get the stamina pills."
---
**The part ChiChi never told Bulma**
It was never going to be a fair fight, and they all knew it.
Roshi came back from the kitchen with a fistful of little green pills and swallowed three of them dry, and by the time he'd kicked off his shorts his cock was already at full, impossible mast again, swaying between his legs like a battering ram. Krillin stood on the other side of her, nineteen inches of something that shouldn't have fit in a human body, and ChiChi stood trapped between the two of them with her hands up like a woman who'd wandered into a war.
"Both of you?" she said, voice small.
"Both of us," Krillin confirmed. "That's the *whole point.*"
Roshi grabbed a fistful of her hair and bent her over the arm of the couch, and Krillin kicked her ankles apart until her legs spread wide. And then they just... *looked* at her. At her dripping pussy, still oozing Roshi's earlier load. At her tight, untouched little asshole winking up at them.
Roshi lined up behind her. "I'm taking the back door this time."
"Fine by me," Krillin said, stepping in front. "I want the pussy anyway."
ChiChi's eyes went wide. "Wait — *both* holes? At the same — ohhhh—"
Krillin pushed in first.
Nineteen inches of cock entered ChiChi's pussy and her body simply *gave way* to make room. She screamed into the cushion as he sank past everything Roshi had touched and then past everything Roshi hadn't, folding her walls around him, pushing her belly out, and he wasn't even all the way in yet. She looked down and could *see* the outline of him through her stomach. When he finally bottomed out she was sobbing into the fabric, stretched to a point that made her feel like she'd never been fucked before in her life.
"How's that feel?" Krillin grunted. "Bigger than Roshi, isn't he? *Say it.*"
"BIGGER! Oh god you're bigger!" she wailed. "It's so big it's in my *throat*, Krillin!"
"Good girl."
Then Roshi spat in his palm, slicked his cock, and pressed the head of it against her virgin asshole.
ChiChi's whole body went rigid. "Wait wait wait—"
"Breathe," Roshi said, and shoved.
Both cocks bottomed out inside her at the same time, one buried to the hilt in her pussy, one buried to the hilt in her ass, separated by nothing but a thin wall of ChiChi, and ChiChi made a sound that wasn't human. She was so full she couldn't breathe. So full she couldn't think. Her belly bulged, her eyes crossed, and her pussy gushed a fresh wave of slick down Krillin's shaft just from being split in two.
"There it is," Roshi said, slapping her ass hard. "Same face they all make. *Every* single one."
Krillin laughed and started moving. Roshi moved with him, in the opposite rhythm, so that when Krillin pulled out of her pussy Roshi drove into her ass, and when Roshi pulled out Krillin slammed home. ChiChi was caught between two cocks like a woman in a machine, rocked back and forth, no control over anything, drool running down her chin and pooling on the cushion.
"You like being our little cocksleeve, ChiChi?" Krillin asked, slapping her other cheek. "*Answer.*"
"I LOVE IT! I love it so much!"
"What are you?"
"A SLUT! I'm a slut!" She didn't even know the answer until it fell out of her. "I'm a whore, I'm a cock-hungry whore, please don't stop!"
"That's it. That's the magic word." Krillin grabbed both her wrists and pulled them behind her back, pinning her so her tits swung free and heavy beneath her, and picked up the pace until his hips were a blur.
Roshi did the same with her hips, hammering her ass with a rhythm as old and dirty as he was, grunting like a man half his age.
They fucked her like that for a solid hour.
Not twenty minutes. Not forty-five. A full hour, by the clock on the wall that ChiChi kept glimpsing through her tears. Every time she thought she was going to come they'd change the angle and reset her. Every time she screamed herself hoarse, Roshi would lean down and growl in her ear, "Louder. The neighbors like to know." Every time she came — and she came *a lot*, squirting down Krillin's balls the first time, then just clenching and gushing again and again — they'd slow down, laugh, and start over.
Her hair was a mess. Her makeup was gone. Her voice was wrecked. Roshi had a handful of her hair, Krillin had both her wrists, and between them she was a limp, dripping, moaning thing that had long since stopped forming sentences.
"What would Goku think?" Krillin teased, breathless. "His little ChiChi, gaped out on two cocks on Kame Island."
"He'd— he'd be— OH GOD—"
"Answer the question."
"He'd be shocked! He'd be *horrified!*"
"Then why are you still doing it?"
"BECAUSE IT'S SO GOOD!" she screamed, and came again, hard, milking Krillin's cock with a grip that made him hiss through his teeth.
"Alright," Krillin panted, sweat rolling off his forehead. "Alright, switch."
They pulled out of her at the same time and ChiChi *collapsed* flat onto the couch, gasping, her holes gaping and winking, both of them wide open and slick and empty. Krillin gave her ass a smack that echoed off the walls.
"On your back," he ordered. "We're not done."
"Not... *done*?"
"Switching," Roshi said cheerfully, taking a swig of sake. "I want the pussy this time."
ChiChi was flipped over onto her back, still limp, and Roshi slid into her pussy before she could so much as take a breath — and this time her walls were loose enough from Krillin that Roshi went in one smooth, easy, humiliating stroke, all eighteen inches of him, and ChiChi barely whined. She just felt full again, *immediately*, like a socket that had finally been properly opened.
"That's the difference right there," Roshi said, pumping slowly. "First time, she fights it. Second time, she just opens up for you like a suitcase. Look at her face."
ChiChi's face was one of pure, ruined bliss.
Then Krillin lifted her legs over his shoulders, spread her cheeks with both hands, and pressed his cockhead against her asshole.
"Again?" she croaked.
"All. Night," Krillin said, and pushed in.
If the first position had split her in two, the second *inverted* her. Krillin in her ass was a pressure she had no words for — deep, slow, reaching places that made her toes curl — and Roshi in her pussy was a brutal, rolling hammering that pushed her toward the edge every few strokes and yanked her back. She grabbed the couch cushion, then Roshi's shoulders, then the air. She squirted onto Roshi's stomach. She came so many times she lost count around six and just accepted it as her permanent state.
Krillin leaned over her, forehead to her forehead, and whispered the filthiest things into her ear while he fucked her ass.
"You're gonna limp home tomorrow and Gohan's gonna ask what happened and you're gonna say 'the beds were lumpy.'"
"Uh-huh—"
"And every night for a month you're gonna think about this and rub one out and feel *so* ashamed of yourself."
"UH-HUH—"
"And then you're gonna come back. Because they always come back."
"OH GOD—"
"Say it. Say you'll come back."
"I'LL COME BACK! I'LL COME BACK!" she screamed, and it was the truest thing she'd said in two years.
Roshi bottomed out in her pussy and came first, flooding her womb a second time that night, pumping it in so deep she felt it hit her stomach. And Krillin, nineteen inches deep in her ass and feeling every quake of Roshi's orgasm ripple through her body, followed right after — and the sheer *volume* of him was unreal, filling her to overflowing so that it leaked out around his shaft and ran down the crack of her ass and onto the couch.
They pulled out at the same time. ChiChi didn't move. Her whole body was one long, quivering, gaping, dripping mess, both holes wide and red and full of cum, tits heaving, eyes glazed.
"So," Krillin said, catching his breath. "Phone call or no phone call?"
ChiChi made a sound like a deflating balloon. "...No phone call."
"Attagirl." He patted her thigh. "But I'm keeping the number anyway."
She passed out. Again. This time right there on her back with her legs hanging off the couch, and this time Roshi and Krillin just stood over her, arms folded, admiring their work.
"Turtle school," Krillin said.
"Turtle school," Roshi agreed.
---
**The following days**
After their first encounter, for the rest of the trip, the trio decided to forgo clothing unless ChiChi decided to wear something sexy. Krillin, being the gentleman he was, went home the next morning — but he was back by dinner, and then the next morning, and then pretty much permanently, because Kame Island is small and old habits die hard.
The first day after their initial interaction ChiChi cleaned herself up and made herself breakfast since Master Roshi was nowhere to be found. Hoping for another chance with that monster cock, she showered and relaxed around the house in the nude.
Around noon she called Gohan to lie to home about how her trip was going and listen to how he was doing. Using Master Roshi's phone she sat on the same couch he fucked her on last night.
"Yeah it's been okay mom I actually went and saw granddad for-"
ChiChi suddenly couldn't pay attention as Master Roshi snuck up behind her. He suddenly had his giant cock hanging over her face.
She could tell Gohan was continuing for a while as she watched Master Roshi bring his cock to her mouth. Unable to help herself she allowed him to slide his cock along her tongue as she attempted to listen to her son.
"That's great sweetie!" She said not paying attention.
As she continued to listen Master Roshi began to push his cockhead into her mouth fucking her face slowly. ChiChi tried her best not to make any noise as Gohan finished.
"Okay sweetie we'll I'm gonna go tan but be safe okay bye!" She said before hanging up quickly.
As soon as she did she turned back to Master Roshi and did her best to open her throat, letting his big cock slide deeper inside of her.
She moaned as she felt his hands on her head forcing her deeper onto his cock. Her eyes teared up and her hand clenched tightly as he began to work more of his cock inside of her.
Eventually he pulled out and pressed her face into his balls. She immediately began licking them eagerly as his massive cock bounced over her head.
Master Roshi then picked her up and laid her on her back on his couch this time, quickly shoving his massive cock inside of her. Once again he couldn't fit all the way inside of her at first and so began to work himself back and forth.
ChiChi screamed aloud as he pierced her with his massive cock. She looked down and watched as his cock made a visible impression in her body, each one reaching deeper as he began to go balls deep inside of her.
She felt her pussy clench on his cock once again and she wrapped her legs around him and creamed all over his cock. Master Roshi once again smirked and felt his balls clench as he coated her inside once more. ChiChi moaned even louder as she felt each shot of cum punch her cervix.
Master Roshi pulled his cock out and watched as cum leaked out of her pussy once again. After giving her a break he went at her again and the two fucked until ChiChi passed out in the night once again — and somewhere in there Krillin wandered back in, saw what was happening, shrugged, and joined in.
The final day before she left started quite the same as the last. ChiChi this time opted to tan in the early afternoon since she wouldn't have to worry about tan lines.
Laying on her belly she relaxed in her towel and moaned as she felt the sun on her ass and back. Eventually she fell asleep to the sounds of the beach.
She awoke suddenly when she felt something press her shoulders. Looking over she saw Master Roshi with his cock pressed against her asshole. She noticed his cock was wet and realized she could taste his cock on her tongue — he must've used her mouth to lube up.
She gripped her towel tightly and screamed as Roshi pressed the head of his cock into her asshole. She took deep breaths as his cock forced her asshole wide open. Master Roshi moaned loudly as her tight ass gripped his huge cock. He began to work himself in and out of her asshole, her plump cheeks waving as he fucked her.
ChiChi was moaning hysterically as he forced himself to bottom out in her asshole. She could feel it press where her stomach was and rearrange her insides. She felt her pussy quiver and she began to squirt with each thrust.
His massive balls began to slap her pussy as his cock filled her entirely. Eventually her squirting and quivering turned to her cumming as he fucked her with his massive cock.
Master Roshi decided to follow suit and came deep in her asshole. He felt her quiver again as he filled her asshole with his cum.
Standing up he left ChiChi laying there for a moment before he picked her up over his shoulder. He took her into the house to fuck her for the rest of the day again — Krillin trailing behind, cracking his knuckles, saying nothing, grinning.
Her final day she was literally cumming on Master Roshi's cock as Bulma landed. ChiChi quickly threw on sweatpants and a big shirt before running out to get on her way, making sure to tell Master Roshi — and Krillin — that she would be back.
As they left she saw a fully clothed Master Roshi and Turtle waving goodbye to her, with Krillin beside them, giving her a little two-fingered salute.
After waving back she began to recant what had happened to Bulma, leaving out the parts where she had sex with the hundred-year-old man *and* the fifty-something bald monk.
Halfway through the trip she inquired about getting a laptop and Bulma managed to pull one basically out of nowhere and give it to her. ChiChi attempted to refuse but Bulma insisted as she had made it herself so it didn't cost her anything to give away.
Submitting to her wishes, something she'd been doing often lately, she took the laptop and placed it into her bag.
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**Return to present day**
ChiChi slipped the shoulders of the large V swimsuit over her shoulders. It was a bright blue and slid from right between her pussy and right over her shoulder. She could see her nipples past the blue strips of fabric and accentuated the arch in her back.
She took a quick photo on the laptop Bulma gave her posing with her hips to the side. Finding the website Master Roshi had told her about, she scrolled past the numerous friends and followers she had acquired with a smirk.
Eventually reaching Master Roshi, she sent him the photo:
'Hope you're ready to see me again ;)'
She waited just a moment before seeing him go to respond. It was a selfie of him sitting on the couch, his two hands wrapped around his massive cock.
ChiChi bit her lip and got up to continue trying out swimsuits.
Then her laptop buzzed again.
A second message. Not from Roshi.
**Krillin:** *You better pack more than one swimsuit. And tell Gohan the beds are lumpy again.*
ChiChi stared at the screen, felt her thighs press together, and typed back:
*Shut up.*
Then, after a beat:
*I'll see you Friday.*
Public Sex
ChiChi jumped as her personal plane shook with the turbulence. She was on her way to another 'trip' to Kame House and had finally opted for getting her own ride instead of asking Bulma. Her friend had gotten a bit too nosy asking about the frequency of ChiChi's trips.
Thankfully, traveling alone meant she didn't need to worry about Bulma seeing her prepare to arrive. Putting the ship on autopilot for a time she moved to the back to change. Slipping off the bathrobe she left the house in, the voluptuous mother stood naked in the plane for a moment before finally deciding what swimsuit she wanted to wear.
She settled for a thin black tube top that forced her massive tits to perk up and caused them to almost spill out. Ruffling through she found a matching black bikini thong that looked like string in her hands. She played with her ass and got it to bounce after sliding the thong past her cheeks. Stuffing the robe into her luggage she was thankful that Gohan didn't notice her lack of underwear.
Moving to the front she grabbed the wheel as she saw Kame House in the distance. Disengaging autopilot she carefully maneuvered down to the beach, seeing Turtle and Master Roshi waving hello.
"Don't get out!" Master Roshi said as he suddenly jumped into the co-pilot's seat.
"I have some things in the city I need to do if you don't mind helping me in exchange?" He said as he massaged his massive cock through his pants.
"O-okay sure," she said, eyeing his cock, eager to please and feel it once more.
"Bring the bald one," Roshi added, jerking a thumb back toward the shore. "He's been whining all week that he missed you."
ChiChi's stomach flipped. Krillin was already jogging across the sand toward the plane, towel over one shoulder, grinning that grin.
"Missed me, huh?" she said, trying to sound unbothered.
"Like you wouldn't believe," Krillin said, hopping in the back. "Don't worry. I brought cash."
Taking off, the three made their way to a large island not far from Kame House with a big city. Instead of allowing her to park, Master Roshi insisted he knew where they could park.
Guiding her down to practically the center of the city, ChiChi blushed as she was directed to an admittedly open parking space in a crowded parking lot. The lot was filled with people and ChiChi began to panic.
"Alright, come on," the old man said without batting an eye.
"Master Roshi, I can't leave because I don't have clothes!" she said, crouching in her seat and trying to cover up her massive tits with her arms.
"Relax, no one cares, look," he said, pointing to another couple. The girl was wearing a small blue bikini top and matching bottoms, the color contrasting her soft skin. The man was shirtless and simply wearing his bathing suit. As she watched them head into a restaurant she opted to believe Master Roshi, noticing more scantily clad women about.
With a deep breath she stepped out into the warm island air. She could immediately feel eyes on her as she adjusted her top so her nipple didn't spill out.
Following Master Roshi the three of them made their way through town. ChiChi could feel her thong riding up into her ass and pressing against her pussy as she walked. Men ogled and leered at her as she walked by, making comments about her breasts and ass and attempting to get her attention. Krillin walked a step behind her the whole way, hands in his pockets, watching her hips swing with the smug patience of a man who already knew what was coming.
ChiChi blushed, admittedly having never had this kind of reception with boys. She smiled shyly as she looked around as men young and old marveled at her curvy milf body.
Eventually the trio had found what they had been looking for, grabbing a handful of nudie mags from the store and food for the house. Having gotten what they came for, the three headed back to the ship, walking through a park as they made their way.
Stopping for a moment the two of them marveled at a fountain on the way, standing side by side as they watched the running water. As they did, however, Roshi slid a hand to her backside and began to squeeze and play with her ass.
ChiChi chose not to do anything, having been groped most of the day by Master Roshi and random men on the street. She jumped however when she felt an old finger slide between her pussy and she let out a light moan.
"Master Roshi! We can't do it here!" she said, turning and looking at all of the people in the park.
"Says who?" he said, chuckling, continuing to play with her folds. ChiChi leaned forward in pleasure, putting her hands on the fountain edge. Turning around she saw several people watching them intently. She felt her ass jiggle and bounce as Master Roshi played with it and fingered her. She let out a loud moan which got many people's attention and she quickly covered her face.
Finishing with a slap on her ass, Master Roshi pulled his hands out — and then, instead of taking his cock out himself, he stepped aside and sat down on the rim of the fountain.
"Go on, boy," Roshi said, waving a hand. "You've been staring at her all day. Take the first shift."
ChiChi blinked. "Wait — *Krillin?*"
"Me," Krillin said, and he was already untying his belt. "Roshi's old. He needs to warm the bench. Get on your knees, ChiChi."
Unable to contain herself she did as she was told, noticing a small crowd had already formed to observe the two of them. Turning bright red she opted to ignore them and began working at the waistband of Krillin's shorts. She couldn't contain herself any longer, resigning herself to being fucked in front of the crowd like a common whore.
"What a slut!" she heard a younger man say with a chuckle.
As she finally pulled his shorts down, ChiChi marveled once again — this time at *Krillin's* monster cock. She'd seen it before, in the dark, in the blur of a fever dream. Seeing it in broad daylight in a public park was another thing entirely. Nineteen inches of him uncoiled into the sunlight, thick as her forearm, and the crowd gasped as one.
"Oh my god!" one girl said, stopping her boyfriend to ogle.
"Is that real?" another asked, looking around the crowd and at her own boyfriend.
The boyfriend in question — a tall, decent-looking guy in board shorts, hand-in-hand with a perky blonde — just gawped. "Babe, that can't be real. That's a *prop.*"
"It's not a prop," the blonde said, not looking away.
ChiChi eagerly began sucking the head of his cock, her soft tongue bouncing over the small hole coaxing out as much precum as she could. Krillin simply moaned and smiled, enjoying the service and the show they were putting on for people — and, unlike Roshi, he was patient enough to just let her work for a while.
ChiChi began to force herself further into his cock, his head breaking past her throat and entering her body. Half of his length slid inside of her as tears filled her eyes. With Krillin, half was all she could take on a good day.
"Yeah! Facefuck that hoe!" a man screamed out.
She placed her hands on his hips to brace herself as Krillin smirked and grabbed her head, finally pushing his massive sword to the hilt in ChiChi's tight throat. Her eyes went wide as she felt his balls slap her chin, and she cried and choked as he used her mouth. It took longer than with Roshi — Krillin had a lot more to bury — but when her lips finally kissed his base, the crowd lost its mind.
The crowd was in uproar as they watched ChiChi forcibly throat Krillin's cock, the men whooping and cheering as the women licked their lips. ChiChi moaned and her pussy quivered as she heard the men call her a slut. Each thrust of his cock pressing deeper into her throat caused more intense cheers from the crowd and sharp moans from her.
Krillin pulled his cock out for a moment and slapped it across ChiChi's face. Her eyes were hooded over and she barely noticed as his heavy cock brushed across her face. She sat there catching her breath as she looked down at herself. Her tube top was covered in spit and precum dripping from her own mouth. Looking up she saw Krillin waving his big cock above her face, showing off for the crowd, while Roshi sat on the fountain edge applauding lazily and calling out pointers.
"Get her ears wet, boy! She likes it behind the ears!" Roshi shouted, to general laughter.
Reaching up with both hands she began stroking his length again, her own spit acting as lube as she worked his whole length.
Krillin moaned and brought her head to his balls, making her lick them as she worked his rod. ChiChi moaned as they slid over her face, her hands working hard to continue to work his full length.
Eventually Krillin grew tired of fellatio and pulled ChiChi to her feet. He grasped at her top with both hands and quickly pulled it down, revealing both of her big tits to the crowd. Cheering ensued and ChiChi turned red once more as the group of people ogled her ample chest.
Krillin suddenly bent her forward, her big tits hanging as she came face to face with the crowd. She looked around as she saw all manner of people looking at her. From teenagers to old people the group was fixated on her causing her pussy to quiver and grow wetter.
Lining himself up, Krillin slid her thong aside and plunged half of his nineteen inches inside of her tight pussy. The women in the crowd had begun practically masturbating as they wished to be impaled as she was, something that further caused her to grow wet and open up for his cock.
Working himself back and forth he grasped her shoulders and pulled himself hard into her pussy. She screamed as his cock plunged deep inside of her, shutting her eyes as tightly as she could. The force of his thrusts eventually pushed her forward and she was back on her knees with her ass in the air as he used her like a toy.
Krillin gripped her plump ass cheeks and continued to pound away at ChiChi, finally able to fully press his cock inside of her. The crowd looked on in awe as his unbelievably huge cock began sliding in and out of her pussy with ease — and with a *bulge* rising and falling under her belly with every stroke. Roshi watched from the fountain, sipping a soda he'd bought from a vendor, and then finally stood up and cracked his knuckles.
"Alright, my turn to pitch in," he said.
He walked around behind her, spat in his palm, and pressed his thumb — then two fingers — then the head of his own cock — against her asshole. ChiChi squealed as she felt it, pinned as she was between the two of them.
"Both of them?! *Here?!*" she wailed.
"Here," Krillin confirmed, and kept fucking her pussy while Roshi pushed into her ass.
The crowd made a sound like a stadium. Roshi bottomed out in her ass and the two of them settled into a rhythm, one in each hole, Krillin forward and Roshi back, ChiChi caught in the middle on her hands and knees on the park grass, tits swinging, drooling, completely wrecked in front of what was now a real crowd.
The clueless boyfriend from earlier had shuffled to the front of the group. His blonde girlfriend had her hands over her mouth.
"Babe," he said. "Babe, they're *both* in her."
"I *see* that," she said.
Krillin looked up mid-stroke, spotted the guy, and grinned. "Hey. You want a turn?"
The boyfriend pointed at his own chest. "*Me?*"
"Sure. She's got two holes and we've got a line. Get your shorts off."
The blonde grabbed his arm. "Do it. *Do it.*"
The boyfriend fumbled out of his board shorts while the crowd cheered him on, and Roshi pulled out of her ass to make room, patting her cheek.
"Hold her open for him," Roshi said.
Krillin slowed to a grind and let the boyfriend step in. ChiChi looked back over her shoulder, saw a total stranger — a *civilian,* a guy she'd never met, whose girlfriend was watching — lining up behind her, and something in her brain shorted out.
"Hi," the boyfriend said, sheepish.
"Hi— OH."
He slid into her pussy — easy, after Krillin had spent the last ten minutes wrecking it — and started thrusting with the enthusiasm of a man checking off a bucket-list item. ChiChi moaned loud enough to scatter pigeons off the fountain. Then Krillin, still standing there with his cock slick and hard, decided to show the kid how it was done, and slid himself into her *ass*.
Now ChiChi had a stranger in her pussy and Krillin in her ass, and Roshi stood in front of her, feeding her his cock to shut her up.
"There we go," Roshi said, as her lips stretched around him. "That's the full house."
The crowd whooped. The blonde girlfriend filmed it. The boyfriend, to his credit, lasted a surprisingly long time before he gasped and buried himself and came, and ChiChi felt it pump into her, and then he pulled out and staggered back to his girlfriend looking like a man who'd just climbed a mountain.
"Was it good, babe?" he asked.
"Shut up and hold me," she said.
Roshi, meanwhile, had gotten bored of her mouth, and slid down behind to take the *ass* while Krillin moved to her pussy, and they fucked her that way until ChiChi felt her lower stomach tighten and her pussy clench around Krillin's huge cock. Her body began convulsing and she came all over him, unable to control herself at all, in front of everyone, squirting down her own thighs onto the grass.
Picking her up from under her legs the two men began to show off and held her on display as Krillin fucked her pussy, Roshi still buried in her ass from behind. The crowd could see both of their full lengths slide in and out of her as they lifted her up and down, a noticeable bulge appearing below her chest. Her tits bounced as they moved her, nipples hard and standing at attention.
As Krillin felt ChiChi cum on his cock again he decided to put an end to the show for now. Plunging himself all the way inside of her he emptied his balls into her womb. People in the crowd could see her stomach swell slightly as his cum filled her, his balls flexing and tightening as they pumped her full. Roshi came right behind him, flooding her ass, and then pulled out and let the two loads leak out of her in front of everybody.
Pulling her off of his cock and slinging her over his shoulder, Krillin slapped her ass and squeezed it, cum still dripping out of her spread open pussy. Roshi took a mock bow and began to walk to their plane as the crowd cheered. Many of the college aged women around slid their number or online name to Krillin and Master Roshi as they left, some of whom had boyfriends.
"What did you ask him, babe?" the clueless boyfriend asked his perky blonde girlfriend.
"Oh nothing babe! I just asked where she gets her clothes!" she said lying and blowing the men a kiss.
The men slapped ChiChi's ass and fondled her tits as Krillin carried her back. A few of them slipped money or business cards into the waistband of her thong — one of them straight from the hand of the boyfriend, who gave her a little wave.
As they got to the plane Krillin put ChiChi into the copilot seat, preparing to take off. Hopefully. Rousing from her stupor just enough, ChiChi instructed the two men on how to get the plane in the air and on their way home.
Once they were on their way they wasted no time in engaging autopilot. Roshi took the first shift, pulling her by her hair and forcing her head down onto his cock, fucking her opened esophagus while Krillin sat in the back with his feet up, watching. He only gave her a break when he pulled her off of his cock and let her suck his shaft and balls for a moment, before plunging her back down. Her eyes teared up as spit and cum coated her tits.
Then they swapped seats, and Krillin took over — and Krillin's was worse, because there was simply *more* of him. He made her suck his balls and facefucked her right up until it was time for one of them to land the ship, using her throat like it was a stress ball.
After doing so, the men went to make dinner as ChiChi relaxed and cleaned herself up, peeling stickers and cards and money off of her body. She blushed as she saw all of the cards with phone numbers for porn agents or modeling agents and slid them into her nightstand to check out later.
"Food's done!" Master Roshi shouted, causing ChiChi to rise from the bed. She didn't bother with clothing this time. She knew after dinner she was in for a big dessert — and from the way Krillin was already eyeing her across the kitchen table, she had a feeling Roshi was going to be sitting this one out too, at least at first.
She was right. Roshi pulled his chair around, cracked a beer, and settled in to watch.
"Go on, boy," he said. "You've got her all night."
ChiChi bit her lip and climbed onto the table.
**Chapter 3: Unexpected Guest**
*tags: mmmf foursome, brutal torturous sex*
Sitting in her guest room ChiChi sat in her bed and pulled out her new laptop, slowly navigating to the sketchy website Master Roshi had shown her. Having a new need to be desired, ChiChi had begun posting photos of herself in various skimpy outfits. She smirked as she checked and saw how many men and women liked her photos.
After the little show the three of them had put on the other day they had each seen an uptick in people recognizing them and reaching out. ChiChi couldn't keep track of all the messages she received from men attempting to see her.
She bit her lip as she began to look through the messages, bored by most and only mildly interested by a few. She did make a note of anyone she found attractive or big enough to be fun in her mind but those people were few and far between.
Growing bored of her little online harem she closed her laptop and went out of her room. She felt the warm air on her breasts as she walked down the stairs, her tits bouncing as she descended. Whistling to herself, she went to the fridge and grabbed some water.
As she took a sip she marveled at the beautiful sunrise. She watched as the sun slowly rose into the horizon shining on the gentle crashing waves. If not for her responsibility to Gohan she'd spend much more time than just her trips here.
Stretching herself she let out a big yawn, aimlessly looking over at the clock. It was much earlier than Master Roshi normally woke up, and she knowingly decided to coax him out of bed. She paused at the foot of the stairs though, because there was a second set of snoring coming from the couch — Krillin, sprawled face-down on the cushions with one leg hanging off, dead to the world.
She rolled her eyes and tiptoed past him up to Roshi's room.
Sneaking into the old man's room she carefully pried open the door to see Master Roshi flat on his back in a deep slumber. Shutting the door behind her she carefully crawled onto the foot of his bed between his legs. Gently pulling the thin cover off of him revealed his slim naked body, the perverted master opting not to wear anything to bed.
She smiled as she revealed his massive cock, laying soft and limp between Roshi's thighs. Grabbing it by the center it bent in her hand, its heavy thickness quickly causing her to use her other hand. Looking down at his large balls, she opted to rest his cock on her head as she laid down and serviced them.
Gently she kissed and licked at his right testicle, running her tongue over it and attempting to take it into her mouth. Switching to the other she could feel his cock twitch on her head and begin to rise despite the master's heavy slumber.
She continued eagerly licking his heavy ballsack as she felt his cock stir further. In no time at all he was at half mast, ChiChi looked up for a moment and marveled as it hung over her despite Master Roshi laying on the bed. Sliding her head up she began licking the underside of his shaft.
Moving up to the head she began to suck it slowly, having to sit up and now using her two hands to stroke the exposed length. Having had practice now, she began to throat half of his length feeling her spit drip and lubricate her hands.
This caused Master Roshi to stir and he woke up to see ChiChi furiously throating and stroking his length. He smiled and put his glasses on as ChiChi looked up at him. He moaned lightly as ChiChi did the same, shaking her tongue in his cock as she throated it.
Master Roshi quickly hopped up, standing on his bed with his cock still in her throat. ChiChi moaned as Master Roshi moved his hands to her head, gently massaging her as she choked on his length. Eventually Master Roshi began to work his hips back and forth, forcing her to throat his entire length once more.
ChiChi choked as she felt Master Roshi's cock reach deep into her stomach. His low hanging balls slapped her chin as his hands gripped her hair and pulled her further onto him. She could feel spit and cum drop between her tits coating them as she worked to please her Master.
Roshi pulled out of her throat and slid his cock between her tits, her spit acting as lube as he slid them up and down over his cock. ChiChi coughed and caught her breath as she looked up at him fucking her ample breasts.
Pushing her on her back he took his position and readied himself to plunge back inside her pussy. He watched as it twitched with anticipation and quickly sunk his length inside of her. ChiChi squealed as the old man's massive cock pumped inside of her. She could feel it twitch and pulse with every thrust.
She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper, gasping as she felt him meet her face in a sloppy kiss. She could feel his tongue explore her mouth and she couldn't help but moan as he continued fucking her. Bringing her hands up she began to massage her tits in front of him, pinching her nipples and squeezing her soft flesh.
Reaching her end she creamed all over his monster cock, her body once again shaking as pleasure overtook her.
Master Roshi followed suit, this time opting to pull out and coat her face and tits with his cum. She opened her mouth to catch as much as she could as the rest covered her upper body.
The door creaked. ChiChi looked up, face glazed, and there was Krillin in the doorway with his morning wood tenting his shorts and one eyebrow raised.
"Started without me," he said.
"Get in or get out," Roshi said, wiping his forehead.
Krillin got in. He flipped ChiChi onto her stomach, hooked his arms under her hips, and dragged her to the edge of the bed — and this time he didn't bother with a warm-up. He slid all nineteen inches of himself into her pussy in one long, slow, *merciless* shove, and ChiChi clawed the sheets as he split her open.
"THERE it is," Krillin grunted.
He fucked her like that for twenty minutes — no rhythm, just *force*. Long, dragging pull-outs to the very tip and then a hard, deep slam back to the base, so that every stroke had to break her open all over again. Her tits dragged on the mattress, her mouth hung open, and by the time he finally settled into something steady her thighs were slick and she was sobbing into the pillow.
Roshi, meanwhile, knelt behind, spat on her asshole, and pushed in.
Two cocks. One in each hole. ChiChi's eyes crossed and she made a sound like a kettle. This was her morning now.
And that was the exact moment the front door of Kame House swung open and a voice called out cheerfully:
"Hey Master Roshi! How've you bee—"
Yamcha froze in the living room doorway, staring up the open stairwell, listening to a woman *screaming*.
He'd been told nothing. Nobody had told him anything.
He crept up the stairs, saw the bedroom door ajar, and pushed it open — and there was ChiChi, Goku's widow, ChiChi, the woman who used to yell at all of them for training too hard, on all fours with a bald man buried in her pussy and an old man buried in her ass, both of them working her like a piece of equipment.
"*YAMCHA?!*" ChiChi shrieked.
"CHICHI?!" Yamcha screamed back.
"Close the door," Roshi said, not stopping.
"You're — she's — you're *both*—"
"Close the door, Yamcha," Krillin said, and slammed her hips back onto him hard enough that she yelped.
Yamcha closed the door. Then, slowly, he sat down in the chair by the wall, hands on his knees, watching.
They finished in front of him. Roshi came in her ass with a grunt and pulled out, letting it leak; Krillin fucked her raw for another five minutes, watching her face the whole time, before he buried himself and pumped her full. ChiChi collapsed flat, gaping, heaving, both holes dripping, with a total stranger — well, a friend — staring at her from three feet away.
"I'll shower," ChiChi croaked, and fled.
Heading into the shower she turned on the steaming water and began working to cleanse herself of the spunk that covered her. She gently rubbed soap on her body, making sure not to miss any stray cum that coated her. Her hands slid over her soft breasts down to her toned stomach, never having neglected her physical strength. She moaned as she gently massaged her pussy, still feeling stray drops of precum and her own juices drop out of her.
Sliding over her hips her hands went to her ass and played with it for a moment before moving to her back. Feeling satisfied, her hands moved up to her head and began working shampoo into her hair, massaging her scalp. She had no idea that downstairs, Yamcha was looking at Krillin like he'd just found out the moon was a lie.
Meanwhile Roshi and Krillin had gone down and found themselves something to eat, and were now planted on the couch flipping on the TV to Roshi's favorite channel — beautiful women dancing along the screen. Yamcha sat beside them, glancing between the two of them and the stairs.
"So you're… also…?" Yamcha asked Krillin.
"Turtle school," Krillin said, patting his lap. "You know the technique. You *use* the technique."
"I know the technique!"
"Then you know what it does. So why do you look like you've been hit with a frying pan?"
Yamcha swallowed. "Because that's *ChiChi.* Goku's—"
"She knows," Roshi said, sipping his drink. "She knows better than anyone."
The two men became hypnotized by the television, watching the cheeks of the dancers clap, until footsteps on the stairs pulled their eyes away.
ChiChi had no idea Yamcha had suddenly arrived, and she'd gone up intending to get Master Roshi to really thrash her. Rifling through her bag she finally pulled out what she was looking for, two bright blue loops connected in one place. Finding where they connected she placed it between her legs and began to pull the loops over her shoulders. She felt the thin fabric slide between the lips of her pussy and let out a soft moan. She felt it spread her ass as she situated the string to just barely cover her nipples.
Smirking as she looked in the mirror, she appreciated how large the swimsuit made her breasts and ass look. She felt her tits bounce almost free of the fabric as she made her way to the door of her room.
Bounding down the stairs excitedly she turned and looked at the couch with a bright smile on her face, the fabric of her swimsuit pulling up into her pussy.
Her smile turned to fearful scowling as she saw *three* men look over at her. Roshi with his typical overjoyed grin, Krillin with a slow, knowing smirk — and Yamcha, bright red, mouth slightly open, eyes glued to her.
"Y-Yamcha?!" She said, covering her tits and pussy with her hands. Or at least trying to.
"U-uh, hey ChiChi," Yamcha said, nervously waving, unable to take his eyes off her curvaceous form.
"There's who I was telling you about!" Master Roshi said, getting up and moving to ChiChi. "She's a big fan of our turtle school techniques," he said with a smile, slapping her ass harshly and causing her to squeal.
"O-oh yeah, ChiChi?" Yamcha said, still red but growing in confidence. Standing up he stood where he was with his legs wide, showing a considerable bulge.
"W-wait, so you also…?" She said, looking back and forth from Master Roshi to Yamcha. As she put the pieces together she began to understand the reason for her late husband's own abnormal large cock was all because of Master Roshi.
"Why don't you see for yourself?" Roshi said, pushing her forward. She stumbled and bumped into Yamcha, who threw his arms back as she hit his chest. His shocked expression remained even as ChiChi began to inspect the bulge in his pants. Her hand ran over the large mass she felt attached to his thigh.
Unable to contain her curiosity she began to undo his belt and work at the waistband of his pants. Feeling bold, Yamcha slid his hand down her back and grabbed her swimsuit from behind. Gently pulling it further up into her, ChiChi moaned as she felt the fabric rub against her asshole and between her pussy lips.
As she dropped his pants she let out a loud gasp, Yamcha's own big cock springing forward and pointing up at her face. His cock stood at attention, fully aroused at the sight and actions of the woman in front of him. He smirked devilishly, ready to get her back for years of jokes.
ChiChi looked back and forth between Yamcha's cock and his face, unable to believe what she was seeing. She blushed as she heard Master Roshi laughing behind her. She cursed herself in her mind, unable to believe she'd been so wrong about Yamcha. She wondered if the rest of the Z fighters were like this. Krillin, behind her, cracked his neck and said nothing, which somehow made it worse.
Yamcha grasped the base of his cock and moved it up and down, slapping the tip against ChiChi's soft breasts leaving drops of precum. ChiChi watched his cock, hypnotized by its movements.
"You like it, ChiChi?" he said as he slapped it across her face roughly. She let out a gasp as she felt his heavy length impact her face. She could feel precum on her cheek from where he struck.
She let out a soft moan as she continued staring at his cock. Placing his hand on her head he pushed her down, bringing her closer to him. Unable to control herself she dropped to her knees in front of Yamcha and sucked the head of his cock. She moaned as she felt it twitch in her mouth, leaking slightly and pulsing as she sucked.
But Krillin had decided he was done waiting. He walked up behind her, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back off Yamcha's cock.
"Morning was the warm-up," he said. "This is the workout."
He bent her over the arm of the couch, kicked her ankles apart, and drove into her pussy without preamble.
ChiChi screamed — a real scream, the kind that makes a man's knees weak — as nineteen inches shoved her walls apart and her belly bulged. Krillin didn't build up. He set a brutal, punishing pace immediately, hips snapping like a machine, one hand in her hair and the other flat on her lower back so she couldn't squirm away. Every stroke bottomed out. Every stroke knocked a sound out of her. Her tits swung and slapped against the couch arm and her feet left the floor.
"You're gonna take it," he said, "and you're gonna *like* it."
"I LIKE IT! I like it, I like it, I like it—"
"Say it louder."
"I LIKE IT!"
Yamcha watched, cock in hand, stunned. Roshi was already stripping.
"Don't just watch, boy," Roshi said, climbing up behind her and pressing his slick cockhead against her asshole. "There's a second hole."
Roshi pushed in. ChiChi's whole body locked up — pinned between two cocks, one sawing through her pussy like a piston, one opening her ass slowly and deliberately — and then Krillin reached forward, grabbed both of her wrists, pulled them behind her back, and *really* started hammering.
That was the torture. Not the depth — the *pace*. Krillin fucked her pussy in short, hard, relentless jabs, bottoming out over and over at a tempo her body couldn't anticipate, while Roshi in her ass moved in long slow grinds so the two rhythms never matched. She couldn't brace. She couldn't breathe. She came twice in a row and neither man slowed down for it, and when she screamed that it was too much Krillin just said "good" and kept going.
The two men worked her like that until her legs quit, and then Roshi got an idea.
"Yamcha. Get under her."
Yamcha lay down on his back on the floor beneath her. Roshi and Krillin lifted ChiChi up, slid her off their cocks, and lowered her down onto Yamcha — who slid into her pussy from below, groaning at the tightness. Then Roshi knelt over her and pressed his cock against her asshole, which was already slick and gaping.
Then Krillin, holding her hips steady, pressed two fingers into her pussy alongside Yamcha's cock — working her open — and then slid his own cock in next to it.
*Double penetration* in the same hole. ChiChi shrieked.
"KRILLIN?! KRILLIN, THERE'S TWO—"
"I know," he said, and pushed the rest of the way in.
Her pussy stretched around two cocks at once, Yamcha beneath her and Krillin on top of him, both moving in alternating strokes. ChiChi was seeing white. Her tits were pinned flat against Krillin's chest, her mouth hung open, and every thrust from either man made her squirt a little more onto Yamcha's stomach.
Then Roshi got ambitious. He slid out of her ass, pressed his head back in alongside — and pushed. Now all three men were in her at once, two in the pussy, one in the ass, and ChiChi made a sound that wasn't even human anymore.
"DOUBLE," Roshi announced proudly, as if lecturing a class. "The secret of the double penetration. You hold her open with one and split her with the other."
"You're narrating," Krillin said.
"It's *educational.*"
ChiChi came so hard she nearly blacked out, and when she finally went limp they pulled out of her pussy and stacked her differently.
"Now the real thing," Roshi said. "Yamcha, get on your back again. Krillin, hold her."
Yamcha lay down, cock wet and shining, and this time Roshi and Krillin lowered ChiChi down onto him *ass-first* — Yamcha's cock sinking into her stretched asshole from below. ChiChi whimpered. Then Roshi knelt over and pushed his cock into her ass next to Yamcha's.
She was gaping. Krillin worked her open with his fingers, and then — with a slow, grinding, awful pressure — he slid himself into her ass too.
*Triple anal penetration.* All three cocks in one hole.
ChiChi's eyes rolled back. Her mouth made shapes with no sound coming out. Her body, from the outside, looked *wrong* — her belly was distended, her holes were stretched to the point of obscenity, and three grown men were stacked under and over her with their cocks all sheathed in the same place. She came three times in a row without anyone touching her clit, squirting down Yamcha's chest and onto the floor.
Krillin leaned down next to her ear. "Still with us?"
"*nnnnngh*"
"Good."
They gave her a full minute to adjust — that was the mercy — and then all three of them started moving, and it stopped being mercy at all.
When her ass was finally used up they rearranged one last time.
Krillin sat on the couch, laid her on top of him, and slid into her pussy — deep, slow, full. Roshi climbed up behind and pushed into her ass, and this time ChiChi was so loose and wet that he went in like a glove. And Yamcha, standing in front of the couch, lifted her chin and slid his cock into her mouth.
Krillin in her pussy. Roshi in her ass. Yamcha in her mouth.
Every hole plugged. Every man moving at once. ChiChi hung between them like a rag doll, tits bouncing with each stroke, drool running down Yamcha's balls, and the three men settled into a slow, lazy, brutal rhythm and just *used* her — for an hour, in shifts, until she'd been wrung out and refilled so many times she stopped being able to tell whose cum was whose.
Krillin finished first, flooding her pussy. Roshi followed in her ass. Yamcha came last, forced down her throat by Krillin's hand on her head, and ChiChi swallowed it all with her eyes closed and her whole body trembling.
They let her collapse onto the couch. Nobody said anything for a while except Roshi, who went to fetch water.
For the rest of the day the three men proceeded to use her as they saw fit. ChiChi could do nothing but moan as they used her body, too exhausted and wrapped in pleasure to do anything but accept their cocks into her.
Eventually it was time for Yamcha to head home, and he and the others had a nice long chat before he dressed himself and got going. As the men talked ChiChi rested and sucked krillin cock firstly then in rotation, taking turns choking on their cocks and taking their loads down her throat.
As Yamcha finished and prepared to leave, ChiChi followed him to the door. She playfully grasped his arm and smiled up at him.
"I had such a good time today!" she said, massaging his cock through his pants, "but if you tell anyone" — she grasped it tightly between her two hands — "I'll rip it off," she whispered in his ear.
Yamcha's face went beet red from from pleasure to a ghostly white from fear in an instant as he nodded. He quickly flew off, not wanting to take any chances.
"What did you tell him?" Master Roshi asked as he watched her tits as she walked back to him on the couch.
"Oh, just that I had a lot of fun" She said with a smirk.
Krillin stand up and goes near and bite her boobs and drink her milk one last time.
"Oh someone is still in mood" she said with lusty smile.