Gohan absent mindedly ran one of his hands through his spiky black hair in frustration as he sat at his desk. He had been sitting at the cursed piece of furniture for over an hour now, half of which had been spent peering longingly out of his and Goten's bedroom window. His dark irises gazed out the open window and onto the brightly lit forest beyond, the sun was shining brightly in the light blue sky as a cool breeze rustled the leaves on the trees. It was a beautiful spring day and here he was forced to stay in the house to do homework. Who would have thought that his very own mother could be so harsh as to make him stay inside on such a beautiful Saturday afternoon!
Though, to be fair, this particular Saturday afternoon came with a silver lining that the other Saturdays didn't.
Videl was coming over to study.
At that thought, a deep groan reverberated through his throat and escaped his lips as his mind began to slow its pace and other thoughts began to enter his mind. At that moment, the image of the world around him began to fade and instead a new pitcher began to grow within the depths of his mind. It was of Videl. With the image of the ebony haired beauty before him, Gohan begin to feel his heart flutter and all he could think of was the last time they studied together.
At the thought of his girlfriend and their last 'study' session, the nether part of his body started becoming very warm as he lent back in the chair, closing his darkening eyes as the memory refused to leave his head. And then he remembered that it was that particular session that got him in to this mess, while they had been practically and very attentively 'studying' the subject of Videl's female biology; Chichi had walked in. Luckily for the young couple, the position they were in allowed them to shield anything to compromising from the mother but the fact that their cloths were untucked and screwed up with most of their buttons either undone or ripped off was enough to convince a blind man that they had been doing more than reading text books.
While she was pleased that she may actually be able to have her grandchildren, Chichi had been less than pleased that the teens had been neglecting their studies. The problem for Gohan was that his mother was married to a sayain and so had known all to well how horny they could get and so to destroy her sons temptation; had said that the couple could no longer study together.
'Which,' Gohan thought bitterly as he glanced at the clock, 'is the single stupidest rule ever invented.'
But today, Chichi had relented. Just a little. Just enough. Today, Videl was allowed to come over to "study" — and Chichi had made it very clear that she would be *watching*, and that if she caught them with their clothes off again, there would be "consequences." Gohan had nodded very seriously when she'd said it. He had every intention of keeping his clothes on.
He had absolutely no intention of keeping his hands to himself.
Gohan stayed like that for quite some time, his mind running wild as an image from the last time he had seen Videl played before his eyes and all he could do was watch. He could almost see her sitting across from him, her beautiful face and those deep sapphire eyes of hers staring into his as she gave him a loving smile, she had allowed her once short and spiky ebony hair to grow slightly so that stray pieces of her curly black locks would continue to get in her face, and rest on the upper curve of her cheek. It made her look more alluring, more seductive, and every time she batted a cursed piece of hair out of her eyes, her white shirt would stretch across her large, firm breasts.
Gohan could hardly control himself as the images progressed, and he absentmindedly began rubbing the head of his dick through the thin cloth of his gi pants. However being so lost in his thoughts, he was completely oblivious to the world around him and didn't notice when his sensitive ears picked up the sound of a knock at the front door, or the sound of his mother's voice calling out a cheerful greeting, or the sound of quick footsteps on the stairs.
But it wouldn't had mattered much even if he had, because as his hand slipped beneath the pants waist line; the hybrid found himself lost inside his fantasy.
Standing in the centre of the room, Gohan could only watch as lust clouded his dark eyes at the sight of the beauty across from him. Videl's blue eyes meeting his with a predatory gleam shinning in their blue deaths as she smiled wantonly, her steps were slow and sultry as she walked to where he stood.
Leaning down, he began kissing her hungrily, his tongue delving into her mouth as they began to battle for dominance. Quickly his hands slid up her legs until he was cupping the perfect curve of her butt and pushing her harder against him as her hands started working at the hem of his pants. In no time, his pants were lowered, along with his boxers, her cool fingers immediately closing around his shaft, giving him no time to adjust.
As he felt her slender digits closing around his swollen member, Gohan's eyes shut tightly and a moan escaped his lips. Her palm slowly began to slide up and down his length, stopping now and then as her thumb massaged his tip that was now moistened with precum. One of his hands snaked up and around her waist, bringing her closer to his body while the other reached for the hem of her skirt when she suddenly pulled her mouth from his, their breaths colliding in a heated encounter.
"No Gohan. Let me." Videl whispered before leaning up and kissing him fiercely, drowning any thought of protest the hybrid might have had as she closed her hand a little tighter around him. Smiling against his lips as she heard him groan her name, Videl's free hand began tugging at his top, trying to shed it from the warmth of his heated skin. Shedding the cloth from his body, she began teasingly trailing her nails across the hard muscles of his torso and slowly down to his abdomen, and couldn't help giggling as she felt his skin shiver beneath her touch.
Slowly she began maneuvering him back towards his bed, her mouth leaving his as she began nipping a fiery trail along the line of his jaw and down along the sensitive flesh of his neck and smirked when she felt him shudder beneath her, the fire of her tongue snaking down along her earlobe before she gently bit down upon the sensitive flesh and moaned for added effect.
Feeling the intoxicating sensations wash through him, Gohan couldn't resist Videl as she pushed him back into a sitting position on his bed, he could only try to keep from groaning too loud as she picked up her speed. Her small hand grasped him tightly, rubbing and pumping him, and combined with her mouth on his neck and her nails on his stomach, he knew he wouldn't last long.
And then, all thought ceased to exist as he watched Videl sink to her knees in front of him. Her heated breath washed over his achingly hard erection, teasing it with his warmth. For the hybrid the world seemed to slow down as he watched her closing in on his organ, her lips, pink and lush coming near…
And then the bedroom door clicked open.
"Knock knock, hero. You decent?"
Gohan's eyes snapped open and he yanked his hand out of his pants so fast he nearly took the elastic with it. Standing in his doorway, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, textbook tucked under her arm, was Videl.
She was really here. In the flesh. White blouse, short blue skirt, hair tied back in a loose ponytail, and those sapphire eyes of hers sparkling with amusement as she took in the sight of him sitting at his desk with a very obvious tent in his gi pants.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," Gohan croaked.
"Nice desk."
"Thanks."
"You gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna let me in?"
Gohan scrambled to his feet so fast he knocked his chair over, and Videl laughed that bright, beautiful laugh that always made his heart skip a beat. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, and Gohan was suddenly very aware of how small his bedroom was, and how good she smelled, and how much he wanted to grab her and never let go.
"Videl," he said. "You— you came."
"I said I would." She dropped her bag on the floor and set her textbook on his desk, then turned to face him with a smirk. "Besides, your mom called mine and said it was 'acceptable' for us to study today. Which is *very* different from last time."
"Right. Study." Gohan nodded seriously. "We're going to study."
"We are."
"With our clothes on."
"Absolutely."
Neither of them moved.
Then Videl said, "Come here," and Gohan was across the room in less than a microsecond, and then her arms were around his neck and his hands were on her waist and they were kissing like they hadn't seen each other in months.
It wasn't the teasing, playful kiss of his fantasy. It was the real thing—warm and hungry and full of a week's worth of missing him—and Gohan kissed her back with everything he had, one hand tangling in her ponytail, the other sliding down to grab a handful of her perfect round ass. Videl moaned into his mouth and pressed herself against him, and the friction of her body against his aching cock was so good that he actually saw stars.
"Missed you," she mumbled against his lips.
"Missed you more," he said, and then he was walking her backward toward the bed, and she was laughing and pulling at his shirt, and—
"*Gohan! Videl!*"
They froze mid-grope. Chichi's voice rang up the stairs, sharp and clear.
"What did I say about the studying?!"
"It's been *ten minutes*, Mum!" Gohan yelled back.
"Exactly! You can't have done ten minutes of studying in ten minutes of kissing! Sit down! Both of you!"
Videl and Gohan looked at each other. Videl's blouse was already untucked. Gohan's hand was still very much on her ass.
"...We should probably actually sit down," Videl whispered.
"Yeah."
They sat down. At the desk. Facing the books. Like good little students.
For about four minutes.
---
The thing about Videl, Gohan had learned over the past few months, was that she had absolutely no patience for boredom. And studying was, in her professional opinion, the most boring thing in the world. So she had developed a system: for every page of text they read, they got one kiss. For every problem they solved, they got one minute of making out. And for every chapter they finished...
Well. Chapter finishes were special.
By the time they had struggled through the first two pages, they had already made out four times. By the time they had solved three problems, Gohan's shirt was off. And by the time they had reached the end of the first chapter, Videl had climbed into his lap and was kissing him like her life depended on it, her skirt hiked up around her thighs, her hands fisted in his hair.
"Mum's gonna kill us," Gohan mumbled against her mouth.
"Let her," Videl said. "Worth it."
And then, from the hallway, a knock.
"Chi says to tell you two that if you're gonna do that, you might as well do it properly," came a voice—warm, amused, and unmistakably Krillin's. "Also, she's making lunch and says if you ruin your appetites she's not reheating anything."
Gohan pulled his mouth away from Videl's long enough to blink at the door. "Krillin? What are you doing here?"
"Invited for lunch, remember? Chi's been trying to fatten me up since Eighteen put me on a diet." The door cracked open and Krillin's bald head poked through, his grin wide and easy. "You two look... busy."
Videl, to her credit, didn't even blush. She just smirked at the older man over Gohan's shoulder and said, "You're welcome to join us, you know."
Gohan's head whipped toward her. "Wait— join us?"
Videl shrugged, casual as anything. "Krillin's cute. And I've always wondered." She looked at Krillin, a challenge in her eyes. "Eighteen lets you out to play, right?"
Krillin laughed, that warm, easy laugh that made his compact frame shake. "Oh, she *encourages* it. Says I have too much energy." He stepped into the room and closed the door. "But fair warning, Videl. I'm not the scrawny kid I used to be."
"Promises, promises," Videl said.
And just like that, it was decided.
---
What followed was, without question, the strangest and hottest ten minutes of Gohan's life to that point.
Videl wasted no time. She pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it aside, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her small but perfect D-cups, and then she hooked her thumbs into her skirt and shimmied out of it, leaving her in nothing but the bra and a matching black thong. Krillin, for his part, stripped out of his gi with a practiced efficiency, and Gohan—after a brief moment of standing there like an idiot—hurried to catch up.
But the moment Krillin dropped his pants, the whole room went quiet.
Videl stared. Gohan stared. Even the birds outside seemed to stop chirping.
"Krillin," Videl finally said, her voice faint. "Is that a cock or a third leg?"
Krillin looked down at himself, then back up, the picture of smug innocence. "What? This old thing?" He gave it a casual little wag, and the motion was frankly hypnotic. "It's nineteen inches. Give or take. Eighteen says it's the biggest she's ever seen, and she's been around the galaxy a couple times."
"Nineteen," Videl repeated. "*Inches?*"
"Yeah."
"Gohan, why didn't you tell me about this?"
"I didn't know!" Gohan said, indignant. "I've showered next to him a hundred times, I just— I never *looked*."
"Clearly," Videl said, and then she did something that made Gohan's brain short-circuit a second time. She walked right up to Krillin, dropped to her knees, and took the enormous head of his cock into her mouth.
Krillin let out a low, surprised groan. "Oh. *Okay*. Straight to business."
Videl didn't answer. She just worked him, bobbing her head down his shaft with a skill that made Krillin's knees actually buckle a little. She couldn't fit more than a third of him in her mouth—the thing was too fat, too long—but she made up for it with her tongue and her hands, wrapping both fists around the base of him and pumping in time with her mouth.
Gohan watched, his own cock throbbing, and then Videl pulled off with a wet pop and looked over her shoulder at him.
"Well, don't just stand there," she said. "Get behind me."
Gohan didn't need to be told twice.
He got behind her, pulled her thong down, and slid into her from behind in one smooth motion. Videl let out a satisfied sigh and then went right back to work on Krillin, and Gohan fucked her slow and deep while she sucked off his best friend, and the whole thing was so surreal and so good that Gohan had to bite his own arm to keep from coming on the spot.
"Kami, Videl," Krillin grunted, his hand fisted in her hair. "Where'd a rich girl learn to do that?"
"Practice," Videl said around his cock, and the vibration made him shudder. "Gohan's a good teacher."
"Am I?" Gohan panted.
"Shut up and keep fucking me."
He did.
They moved to the bed after a while—Gohan on his back with Videl riding him, and Krillin kneeling on the mattress beside them, feeding his huge cock into Videl's mouth and playing with her small breasts. It was messy and hot and gloriously chaotic, and Gohan lost himself in it, the sight of his girlfriend impaled on his cock while she choked on another man's—a man who happened to be his childhood friend—was burned permanently into his brain.
And that was when the door burst open.
"GOHAN! GOHAN! You gotta come quick! Mum's making weird noises again and there's— there's—"
Goten skidded to a halt three steps into the room, took one look at the scene on the bed, and his jaw dropped so far it almost hit the floor.
For a long, frozen moment, nobody moved. Videl was still straddling Gohan's hips, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, and Krillin was still standing on his knees with his gigantic shaft hovering just beside Videl's face, wet and shining. All three of them turned to stare at the seven-year-old in the doorway.
Goten's eyes went from Gohan, to Videl, to Krillin, to the *thing* hanging off Krillin, and back again.
"...What is *that*?" the boy finally asked, pointing at Krillin's cock.
"It's a—" Gohan started.
"Why is Videl sitting on Gohan's lap? Why is everyone naked? Is that Krillin's *privet*? Why is it so *big*? Mum said privets don't get that big! Mum *lied*!"
"Goten," Gohan said, fighting back a laugh. "Breathe."
Goten took a big, gulping breath, but he didn't stop staring. "Is everyone okay? Nobody's hurt? Why were you all making those noises?"
"Nobody's hurt, squirt," Krillin said, and he had the audacity to look completely unbothered, sitting there naked with his monstrous cock still half-hard and gleaming. "We're just— having a bit of grown-up fun."
"Grown-up fun," Goten repeated, dubious. "Is that what the noises were?"
"That's what the noises were," Videl confirmed, still sitting on Gohan's lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Goten processed this for a long moment. Then his face scrunched up. "So is *everyone* doing grown-up fun? Because I heard Mum making the same noises upstairs earlier. She was lying on her bed with no clothes on and she was poking herself with her fingers and white stuff was coming out and she was yelling and she sounded like she was *dying* and—"
"Okay," Gohan said, and his face was starting to heat up. "Okay, Goten. Good. That's— that's helpful information."
"Is Mum dying?"
"No, Goten."
"Because she was yelling a *lot*. She said 'Gohan' a bunch of times. She said 'fuck me Gohan' which is a *swear word*, by the way, and she—"
"*Goten*."
The boy finally stopped, and Gohan, Videl, and Krillin all exchanged a look.
And then Krillin started laughing.
"Oh, this is *good*," the little monk said, wiping a tear from his eye. "This is *great*, actually. So while we're up here having a threesome, Chi's downstairs getting herself off and screaming your name?" He looked at Gohan, his grin turning positively devilish. "Well. That changes things."
Gohan swallowed. "Changes what?"
"Everything." Krillin swung off the bed and started pulling his gi back on—though he didn't bother with the pants, leaving his cock hanging out in all its absurd glory. "You two lovebirds finish up. I'm gonna go check on Chi."
"Wait—" Gohan said. "You're going to just *walk in* on her?"
"I'm gonna *knock*," Krillin said, "and then I'm gonna walk in on her. Big difference." He winked. "Besides. After what your kid brother just told us, she's probably halfway to a heart attack up there. Someone should check on her."
"Someone," Gohan echoed.
"Someone with a nineteen-inch cock and a *lot* of stamina." Krillin clapped Gohan on the shoulder. "Finish with Videl, send the kid outside, and get your ass upstairs, buddy. I've got a feeling we're all gonna need to have a *very* long talk about what 'grown-up fun' means in this house."
And with that, he strolled out of the room, humming cheerfully, leaving Gohan and Videl staring after him.
"...Did that just happen?" Videl asked.
"I think it's still happening," Gohan said.
Goten, still standing in the doorway, looked up at his big brother with huge, bewildered eyes. "Gohan? What's 'grown-up fun'?"
Gohan sighed. "Get some candy, squirt. I'll explain later."
Goten needed no further encouragement. He was gone in a blur of spiky black hair, and the sound of his little feet thundered down the stairs.
---
Gohan and Videl finished, quickly and breathlessly, and then lay tangled together for a moment in the afterglow.
But Gohan's mind was already upstairs.
"Go," Videl said, reading him like a book. "I'll catch up. I want to see this."
"You're sure?"
Videl grinned. "Krillin, the biggest cock I've ever seen, your hot mom, and you. You think I'd miss *that*?" She kissed him hard. "Go. Save me a good spot."
Gohan pulled his gi on and moved fast, taking the stairs two at a time, his heart pounding. The hallway was quiet. The door to his parents' room was slightly ajar.
And from inside, he could hear Krillin's voice—low, warm, teasing—and his mother's breathless, flustered responses.
"...and Goten told us everything, Chi. You were screaming his name. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Kid's got a lot going for him."
"Krillin, this is mortifying—"
"Mortifying? Nah. Mortifying is what's down my pants. This is just fun."
Gohan pushed the door open and stepped inside.
And there, sitting on the edge of the bed, was his mother—flushed and flustered and still slightly slick with sweat, her black hair a mess, a thin nightdress doing absolutely nothing to hide the shape of her heavy breasts or the flare of her hips. And standing in front of her, having very deliberately not put his pants back on, was Krillin.
Chichi's eyes landed on Gohan and her whole face went red.
"Gohan! You— you're—"
"Here for the grown-up fun," Gohan said, and he was surprised by how steady his voice sounded. "Same as everyone else."
Chichi opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. And then, in a very small voice, she said, "You heard me "
We all heard you, Mum," Gohan said gently. "Goten's ears are pretty good."
"Oh, kami."
"Relax, Chi," Krillin said, and he sat down on the bed beside her—close enough that his thigh pressed against hers, and his cock, still half-hard and heavy, lay across his lap like some kind of smug animal. "Nothing to be ashamed of. You're a healthy woman. You've been alone for years. And your son's a handsome kid. No shame in noticing."
Chichi's eyes flicked down to Krillin's lap and then stayed there.
"...Krillin," she said slowly. "What is that?"
"That," Krillin said proudly, "is the reason Eighteen married me."
It's— it's enormous."
"Heard that one before."
"You're the size of a child and that thing is the size of a horse—"
"I get that a lot too."
Gohan had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing. Chichi was staring at Krillin's cock the way a starving woman stares at a feast, and Krillin was just sitting there, letting her look, a small, knowing smile on his face.
"Go on," he said softly. "Touch it. You know you want to."
Chichi's hand moved before her brain could stop it. Her slender fingers closed around the thick shaft, and she let out a little gasp at the weight of it, the heat of it, the way it pulsed in her grip. She stroked him once, slowly, from base to tip, and a bead of precum welled up at the head and glistened in the lamplight.
"Kami," she whispered.
"That's the idea," Krillin said.
And then he leaned in and kissed her.
Chichi made a startled little sound against his lips—and then she melted. Her hand tightened around his cock, and she kissed him back like a woman who had been starving for it, all the pent-up hunger of eight lonely years pouring out of her at once. Krillin kissed her deep and slow and thorough, one hand coming up to cup her jaw, the other sliding down to rest on her hip, and Chichi just moaned.
Gohan stood there and watched, his own cock already stiffening again, and it was the single hottest thing he had ever seen.
Krillin broke the kiss and looked over at him. "You just gonna stand there, buddy? Or are you gonna come help me take care of your mom?"
That broke Gohanout of his trance. He crossed the room in three strides, and Chichi turned toward him with wide, dazed eyes—and then Gohan kissed her too, and it was different from the kiss with Krillin. Softer. More familiar. The kiss of a son who had been secretly dreaming about this for years.
When they broke apart, Chichi was trembling.
"Both of you," she said, her voice shaky. "You're both going to—"
"If you'll have us," Krillin said.
Chichi looked from one to the other, from her son to the little monk with the impossible cock, and something in her face changed. The shyness fell away. The mortification burned off. What was left was pure, unapologetic hunger.
"Take your clothes off," she said. "Both of you. Right now."
They did.
Gohan stripped out of his gi in a rush, and Krillin—already halfway there—shucked his top. And when both men stood naked in front of her, hard and ready, Chichi's eyes moved between them with an appreciation that made Gohan's chest swell.
"Alright," she said, and there was a wicked little smile on her lips now, the smile of a woman who had just realized she was the luckiest person in the world. "I want to try something. Something I never got to do with Goku."
"What's that?" Krillin asked
Chichi lay back on the bed, spread her legs, and beckoned them both forward.
"Both of you. At the same time. One in each."
Krillin's eyebrows went up. "Double penetration. You sure, Chi? You haven't done this before?"
"I'm sure," she said. "I've been thinking about it for years. Just— be careful. It's my first time."
"We'll be gentle," Gohan promised.
Krillin snorted. "Gentle."
"We'll be mostly gentle," Gohan amended.
Chichi laughed, and then she reached down and spread herself open for them, and the sight of her wet, pink, eager body made both men groan.
They started slow.
Krillin went first—because, as he put it, "you can't just jam nineteen inches into a first-timer and expect her to survive." He lay down on his back, and Chichi straddled him, and together they guided his enormous cock to her entrance. Chichi sank down onto it inch by agonizing inch, her mouth falling open, her eyes going wide, and by the time she was fully seated she was shaking like a leaf.
"Oh," she breathed. "Oh, kami. Krillin, you're— you're in my stomach—"
"That's a good sign," Krillin grunted, his hands on her hips, his face tight with the effort of not moving yet. "You okay?"
"I'm— yes. Yes. Just— give me a second."
She took a second.Then she took a breath. And then she looked over her shoulder at Gohan, who was kneeling behind her, slicking himself up, and she nodded.
Gohan pressed the head of his cock against her other entrance—the tight, puckered hole that was already stretched from their earlier session—and pushed.
Chichi screamed.
Not a bad scream. A good scream. A scream of pure, overwhelming sensation, as her body was filled in two places at once by two cocks that together probably added up to more than a foot of solid meat. Her back arched, her head flew back, and her hands fisted in the sheets as Gohan worked himself in beside Krillin, the two of them pressed together through the thin wall of flesh that separated her channels.
"FUCK," Chichi gasped. "FUCK FUCK FUCK—"
"Language, Mum," Gohan teased, breathless.
"Shut up and move."
They moved.
And what followed was the wildest, most intense, most obscene fuck any of them had ever experienced.
They found a rhythm—a slow, grinding, alternating push-pull where one withdrew as the other thrust, so that Chichi was never empty, never less than impossibly full. Krillin drove up into her pussy from below while Gohan hammered down into her ass from behind, and Chichi was trapped between them, a prisoner of pleasure, her body nothing but a vessel for their combined lust.
"Oh kami— oh kami— both of you—" she sobbed, her nails raking down Krillin's chest. "How is this— how is this even possible—"
"Sayain stamina," Gohan grunted. "And Krillin's just a freak."
"Thank you," Krillin said, and then he leaned up and took one of her bouncing breasts into his mouth.
Chichi's scream was loud enough to rattle the windows.
Krillin sucked hard, drawing as much of her heavy DD breast into his mouth as he could fit, and then he bit. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to send a spike of bright pleasure-pain straight through her, and Chichi howled.
"YES! BITE THEM! BITE MY TITS! OH KAMI, KRILLIN, BITE THEM HARDER!"
He did. He worked her breast like it was the last meal he'd ever eat—laving it with his tongue, sucking the nipple, biting the sensitive underside—and all the while his hips kept up that steady, punishing rhythm inside her. Then he switched to the other breast and gave it the exact same treatment, and Chichi lost her mind all over again.
"These are incredible," Krillin mumbled against her flesh. "Goku was a moron."
"Don't— don't talk about him— just— HARDER—"
"Harder, huh?"
"I WANT EVERYTHING!"
Krillin grinned. "Gohan. Switch with me."
"What?"
"Switch. Trust me."
They pulled out—Chichi wailing in protest—and repositioned. Now Gohan was on his back, Chichi straddling him, sliding down onto his cock with a relieved little sigh. And Krillin was behind her, pressing his enormous shaft against her ass, and Chichi's eyes went huge.
"Wait— Krillin, that's— it's nineteen inches in my ass—"
"I know," Krillin said, and pushed.
The feeling of Krillin's cock entering her ass was indescribable. Where Gohan had been thick and steady, Krillin was just long, impossibly long, and Chichi could feel him going deeper than anything had ever gone before, pressing into places she didn't know she had. Her whole body stretched to accommodate him, and by the time he was fully seated she was sobbing with pleasure, tears running down her cheeks.
"Oh my god," she gasped. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god—"
"You okay?" Krillin asked, his voice strained.
"I'm— I'm better than okay— Krillin, you're in my spine—"
He laughed, breathless. "Good. Now hold on."
And then he really fucked her.
He fucked her like a man possessed. Where Gohan had been deep and grinding, Krillin was brutal—fast, hard, punishing strokes that drove her forward onto Gohan's cock and then dragged her back onto his own. The two men worked in perfect, savage unison, and Chichi was nothing but a screaming, drooling, sobbing mess between them.
"AH! AH! AH! YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HARDER! HARDER!"
"You want harder?" Krillin growled. "You got it."
He grabbed her hips and slammed into her, and Chichi's scream turned into something almost animal. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, loud and wet and obscene, and Gohan reached up and grabbed her breasts—squeezing them, rolling her nipples, holding her up while Krillin destroyed her from behind.
And through it all, Krillin's mouth kept finding her tits—sucking, licking, biting, worshipping those heavy DD mounds with a devotion that bordered on religious.
"Gohan," Chichi sobbed, "Gohan—"
"I'm here, Mum," he said, and kissed her, deep and messy, swallowing her moans.
"Both of you— I'm— I'm gonna—"
"Cum," Krillin commanded. "Cum for us, Chi. Let go."
She let go.
Her orgasm hit her like a train—a full-body, screaming, shuddering climax that ripped through her and left her sobbing, her inner walls clamping down on both cocks at once. The dual sensation of her pussy and ass convulsing around them was too much for either man, and Krillin came first, roaring as he drove deep and flooded her ass with a hot, thick load. Gohan followed a heartbeat later, his hips bucking up as he emptied himself into her pussy.
They collapsed in a heap—Chichi sandwiched between them, all tangled limbs and sweaty skin—and for a long moment, the only sound was the three of them gasping for breath.
"...Okay," Krillin finally said. "That was worth the trip."
Gohan laughed, breathless. "Yeah. Yeah, it was."
Chichi just groaned, a happy, boneless sound.
And from the doorway, a small voice said: "Okay. So that's grown-up fun."
All three of them turned.
Videl was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk on her face. And peeking out from behind her, eyes as big as saucers, was Goten—who had clearly snuck back inside and dragged Videl along for the show.
"Videl," Gohan said weakly. "Goten."
"So," Videl said, pushing off the frame and strolling into the room, already unbuttoning her blouse. "You two started without me. Rude." She looked at the tangled pile on the bed—Chichi's flushed face, Krillin's smug grin, Gohan's dazed eyes—and her smirk widened. "Room for one more?"
Chichi, still boneless and wrecked, looked up at the younger woman, and something passed between them—a flicker of memory, of that first fantasy, of the way Videl's mouth had felt on her breast.
"Room for two more," Chichi said, and she patted the bed beside her. "But Goten, you have to sit still this time."
"I will!" Goten promised. "I'll sit right here and watch and— and—" he squinted at the pile of bodies. "Why is everyone's privets different?"
"Get on the bed, squirt," Gohan sighed. "We'll explain."
And so the sun set on the Son household, and the sounds of pleasure drifted out into the warm evening air—moans and laughter and the occasional bewildered question from a seven-year-old—and somewhere out in the forest, the birds had given up trying to sleep and simply joined in.
By the time the moon rose, the tally was as follows: Krillin had fucked Chichi in every position she could name and several she couldn't. Gohan had fucked Chichi and Videl, sometimes separately and sometimes at the same time. Videl had fucked everyone. Chichi had fucked everyone. And Krillin, true to his word, had sucked and bitten Chichi's breasts so many times that by midnight they were sore, red, and absolutely covered in marks.
They lay together in the big bed, a tangled mass of limbs, and Goten had long since fallen asleep in the corner in a nest of blankets, exhausted from trying to keep up with the adult conversation.
"Hey," Videl murmured, her head on Gohan's chest. "We should do this again."
"Yeah," Gohan said.
"Definitely," Krillin agreed.
Chichi was quiet for a moment. Then she said, softly: "Goku would have hated it."
Everyone turned to look at her.
"He was always so awkward about this stuff," she went on, a fond smile on her lips. "Would've turned purple. But..." She looked around at them—her son, her son's girlfriend, her husband's oldest friend—and her smile widened. "I think he'd have understood."
"Maybe," Krillin said. "But we don't gotta tell him anyway. He's dead."
Chichi laughed. "True."
And so the night ended, as all the best nights do, with everyone too tired to move and too happy to care.
The end.