Chapter 8 Seven Years of Lechery

Master Roshi's private island was a place of peace and serenity. The warm sun beamed down on the lush green landscape, casting a golden glow across the island. The trees swayed gently in the light breeze, rustling their leaves like a soft whisper. The sand particles ashore were carried by the gentle wind. The waves of the ocean lapped against the shore, a calming sound that could lull anyone into a state of bliss.

Oh yes, life was good to the old master. Lying on his back in his hammock on his private island, he enjoyed the warmth of the sun that radiated down on him, humming in delight.

Birds chirped in the trees and flew overhead, their wings a soft flutter as they soared through the sky. The sound of nature was all that could be heard, a symphony of life in harmony. The island was surrounded by crystal-clear water, a rich shade of blue that sparkled in the sun. The water was clear, dotted with colorful fish and coral. Schools of fish swam by, their silver scales glinting in the sunlight.

The air was filled with the scent of tropical flowers, a sweet fragrance that filled Master Roshi's nostrils every time he took a deep breath. The breeze was warm, caressing his skin and making him feel at peace. The sun was hot, but not uncomfortably so, the perfect temperature for a relaxing day. As Master Roshi lay in his hammock, he felt a sense of contentment wash over him. He was surrounded by beauty, peace, and tranquility. The island was his own personal paradise, a place where he could escape from the world and simply relax. And for a man who had lived a life of adventure and conflict, it was exactly what he needed.

With Cell defeated, an era of peace had arrived on Earth. A relatively long one even, all things considered. For seven whole years, the Earth was safe. For Master Roshi, the time was spent in revelry. Once a secluded, perverted hermit; he was now swimming in companionship. Many days were spent in the company of beautiful women and enjoying the many perks that came with it.

They came in a wide variety: mothers, grandmothers – though you'd never be able to tell – maids, cyborgs, ditzy bimbos; there was a lot to choose from these days. Long gone were the lonely days of getting off from his magazines. Although, taking matters into his own hands and looking at those scarcely clad ladies in his magazines still had its charm from time to time. It was important to respect the classics, and respect he did.

Of course, all women who associated with him nowadays had something in common: men would kill to plunge their dick inside them, and Roshi did so with glee. Today in his hammock, he would honor his memories of those lecherous tales.

Why, one of his wildest adventures with Bulma, Launch, and Panchy quickly came to mind.

Look at those massive tits jiggling! Bulma thought, licking her lips. Her hands were on her mother's thick thighs, widely spread to accommodate her daughter and her strap-on. Slightly leaning forward, Bulma drove in as hard and fast as she could. The thrust made the smooth material of the strap-on rub against her clit and pussy, sending pleasant vibrations through her. She moaned with pleasure and grunted from the effort, dribbles of sweat running down her sides. Her breasts sprung from her effort, settling on a rhythm in line with her thrusts.

Panchy hiccupped underneath the heavy drilling. Her daughter's pulverizing hips were leaving her breathless! One hand came up to try and steady the jiggle of her heavy bosom. "No!" Bulma wheezed, forcefully yanking the arm away, keeping both arms pined to the mattress, wrist shackled past her head. Her sapphire eyes lustfully eyed the sway of Panchy's jugs. Her daughter's obsession with her breasts should worry her, but instead Panchy only found it to be an affectionate trait. She chuckled through the grunt emerging from her throat. She eyed her daughter with bliss in her eyes, a red hue on her cheeks.

She's looking at me! She's looking at my perverted face! My own daughter is watching how lewd a woman I am! Her muscles squeezed eagerly around the fake shaft in delight.

Ever since their first sexual encounter before Bulma traveled to Namek, the relationship between mother and daughter had become ambiguous. Distant and awkward, but at the same time suggestive and heated. Stolen glances and provocative touches had become a mainstay in the Briefs household. One night, when both Vegeta and Dr. Briefs once again neglected their spouses, the women had become unable to resists. Without Master Roshi to guide them this time, they explored, and they hadn't stopped since.

"I can't believe how close we are to the action!" Roshi cheered, his cheeks slightly crimson as the voyeur enjoyed watching daughter and mother go at it. He would've joined them if not for the woman down on her knees in front of him. The blonde head of Launch bobbed rapidly, gurgling as she took him deep. When Bulma told them she had seduced her own mother without Roshi's help, the duo had been skeptical. Though they knew about Bulma seductive prowess, they refused to believe the beauty until she showed them. And show, she did. Not even Roshi had ever seen something quite like what he witnessed when Bulma put on her black six-inch strap-on and ploughed into Panchy with a craving desire to make the milf's tits bounce. She was thrusting like a pro, showing off what she'd learned from penetrating Launch all these years.

Launch would've much rather been in the room with Bulma and Panchy than down on her knees with the old man, but Roshi promised he'd give her another chance to plough Maron in exchange for her sacrifice. And Dende... She wanted that dumb slut so bad. Two fingers squirmed against her warm insides, her hips rubbing to press them deep. With her thumb, she caressed her clit, voicing raspy moans whilst her tongue coiled over the long rod, sometimes coming back to his tip, playing with the small slit whilst she suckled. Though she wasn't a huge fan of giving head, she was quite skilled at it. Her head bobbed eagerly, and her ears perked from the incestuous moans of the women a few feet away. The sounds of women moaning and the strap-on squelching as it delved through Panchy's heat was music to her ears and set her loins burning, egging her on and making her suck with more enthusiasm as her fingers dug deep inside her damp channel.

The debauchery continued even after Launch and Roshi made their way into the bedroom. Panchy and Launch were placed on the bed, Bulma and Roshi on opposite sides to delve into their respective partner's anus. Placing Launch's knees over her head, Roshi aimed for her ass and delved in whilst Bulma did the same with her mother. The bed buckled violently as the blonde women, lying side by side, were fucked to their heart's content and beyond. Launch was calm and composed, eyes squeezed shut while she enjoyed the assault on her bowels; Panchy, meanwhile, sobbed in contrast, her body trashing and her hands reaching for whatever she could find as the plastic phallus ravaged her bowels. Eventually, one hand found Launch, and squeezed hard. Her own daughter was ploughing her ass to bits! She came, and she came hard, squirting over her daughter who showed no mercy, drilling her ass all the while. To Bulma's own shame, her climax came the moment she thought of the future version of her son appearing behind her and giving her the same treatment. Her knees gave in from her climax, making her fall headfirst into her mother's humongous bosom.

Bulma closed her eyes and felt the softness of the pillows envelop her head. It was like sinking into a cloud. She snuggled deeper into the flexible breasts, allowing herself to be cradled by their gentle embrace. They seemed to mold themselves perfectly to the shape of her head, providing just the right amount of support. "I love your tits, mom."

It seemed Roshi's vile influence over the Briefs family could not be understated. Incest had fully made its entrance into Bulma's head, and it wasn't going away anytime soon.

"Those were some good times indeed." Still in his hammock, Roshi could feel his shorts tightening from his arousal-inducing memories. He groaned when his hand grasped the hardness and squeezed. Bulma, Panchy, and Launch had shared so much intimacy with him by now, it was hard to imagine they too were once women who had been hesitant – if not outright refused – to ever couple with him. Bulma especially, though you'd never be able to guess, was once one of the most vocal in her disgust of him – perhaps only rivaled by Chi-Chi. And look at her now! The turquoise-haired genius even acted on incestuous desires these days.

Panchy had changed too. Once a traditional housewife; she too had embraced the vice desires she'd kept hidden for so long. With both Bulma and Panchy so naughty, he wondered how far Tights would go with the right urging if he ever met her again? Perhaps she too was a closet pervert that wanted to come out? It was certainly something worth exploring further.

Launch's attitude hadn't changed in years, though she still hadn't gotten her hands on Maron. Which was a shame for her as Maron was such a fine piece of ass. In terms of curves, she couldn't be beat.

Ah Maron... If he hadn't been hard already, the mere mention of the name would've been enough to rouse him.

"Master Roshi," Maron whined, shaking her rump. "Put it in already!"

After a day of shopping in West City, Roshi and Maron had ended up at the place where such days usually ended – the bed. The scent of lubricant filled the room, mixing with the aroma of sex. Two figures were on the bed; one old and one young; one lanky and one full; both drowning in passion.

The shapely woman was down on all fours, her thick thighs spread and rested atop of her calves, ankles and feet. Her wide hips and supple ass cheeks were covered in lubricant, as was the thick dick surging through her butt cheeks. The hermit hadn't entered her yet, instead opting to fuck her cheeks the way he often did her tits. Her engorged lips glistened with arousal beneath her pucker, the lust leaking from her pussy mixing with the lube as it ran further down, begging for him to pierce them.

"Heh heh! Not yet, baby!"

The old man was behind her, supporting himself on his knees. Both of his palms shoved her ass cheeks against his prick on both sides. Roshi's head lolled as his thick shaft surged through the wide buttocks, the edges of his sensitive muscle grinding between Maron's cheeks. If there was any difference with fucking her tits, it'd be the firmness of her ass compared to the suppleness of her hooters. It wasn't necessarily better, but it felt nice in its own way.

For Maron, the feeling of his hard shaft running over her pucker had chills going up her spine. "Hnh~!" She eagerly humped against him, trying to generate as much pleasure as possible. Biting her lip, her rump pushed up against his thrusts, wanting to experience more of the pleasure of the hard rod grinding against her asshole.

Roshi gulped, feeling his balls tightening. He was about to cum... For a visual being like him, one as curvaceous as Maron was a recipe for quick releases – at least compared to his usual endurance. He needed to act fast. I'm about to burst!

Before he could accidentally blow his load prematurely, he pulled up and away from Maron's ass. "Can't wait any longer," he gasped out, carefully holding his penis and pointing it downward while his free hand pulled at her buttocks. Her sphincter was stretched enough, though she probably didn't need any more prepping after being heavily doused with body oil.

"Hmmm Roshi~!" She squealed when he hit his mark and thrust himself into her. Because of the lubricant, he eased in with hardly any stalls. Her loins still burned with passion, but the feeling of him piercing her ass was enough of a temporary relief to her build-up needs.

"Maron!" Roshi moaned loudly, edging deeper and deeper into her ass. Though easy to sink, her rectum was still as tight as they came, clutching him so tight in an attempt to stop the foreign invader. Roshi was the clear victor though, continuing until all nine inches were embedded, running over her defenses like a bulldozer.

Taking him in so deep anally, Maron winced and grabbed the sheets in her tight fists. Her face pressed down in the mattress, eyes screwed shut and teeth bared. He kept himself deep, enjoying the ripple of her ass each time he dove forward with his groin, her large jugs shaking beneath her. Roshi could see them sway at her sides. His testicles clanked against her sensitive nether lips, making her squeal in delight through the pain.

Maron gasped when she was suddenly hoisted upright, Roshi's right arm enwrapped around her midsection. Her back was arched, her ass slightly jutting out to meet his crotch and keep repeated penetration smooth. Her lubricant-tainted breasts now floundered in front of her, glistening. Her rosy nipples were sore for his attention, and she mused appreciatively when his left hand fondled her breasts attentively, trying to pay even attention to both mounds while caressing her tits. He fondled them greedily without restraint, marveling at their fullness. His hand continued to slip down the oily hill, returning to her nipples each time with haste, pinching tightly for support, but slipping away each time. After all the women he had the pleasure of bedding, Maron's pair of udders were still undisputed in mass, the supple flesh spilling over his palm.

"I love your titties, Maron!" he joyfully exclaimed, kneading them as if they were from dough. "My fingers are sinking into them!" He was filled with pure joy as he played with the malleable breasts. Their soft and flexible texture was a delight to his touch, chuckling with glee as he molded and shaped them with his hands. His fingers worked quickly, kneading and twisting the jugs. They were like putty in his hands. He made them bounce, joggled them up and down, becoming fully immersed in his playing.

"Master Roshi~!" Maron moaned, enjoying his hard cock in her arse and his large hands on her sensitive jugs. Her fingers crawled into the cleft of her sex, working franticly, her thumb on her clit. Though this had once started purely out of a financial standpoint, Maron had grown addicted to the old man's cock. "I want you to keep fucking me. Promise you'll fuck me over and over!"

"I promise, Maron! I'll keep fucking you forever!"

"Gnh!" Cheeks bulging, Roshi grunted, his ass tightening, his breath bated as he bobbed his hand over his now revealed prick. Still on his hammock, his body trashed from his own ministrations. Recalling his encounters from the past had egged him on too much, forcing him to alleviate himself to provide some stimulation.

Launch was away, and Eighteen was eating out with Krillin and Marron, so there was no one here but him. "Eighteen...!" His cock pulsed with pre-cum at the thought of the blonde cyborg.

"Keep it up like this for me."

Marron and Krillin were gone for the entire day, leading to the old man demanding more from Eighteen than the usual blowjob in the bathroom. They were both naked, Eighteen sitting on the chair in the old man's bedroom. Per his request, she'd raised her arm to expose her armpit to him.

He was pulsing with arousal, smearing her armpit with pre-cum as he stood next to her. It seemed he found this spot very erogenous. A fact that was confirmed once more when he pressed her arm and armpit together to trap his dick between them. He proceeded to thrust through as if he was fucking a vagina, cussing out his rapture.

Being the old man's subservient subject wasn't that bad, Eighteen thought. Sometimes his requests were a bit much – like licking his ass or blowing him right after he peed for example - but most of the time he managed to make her feel good too in exchange. As their sexual encounters grew, so did Roshi's knowledge of her body. He knew what worked best to get her riled up enough to climax. His ability to make her cum was a blessing – Krillin still hadn't managed it – even if it came with the occasional degradation. The old man had a knack for focusing on her cybernetic enhancements, often calling her a sexbot and comparing her to a real woman. As if she wasn't one... Their child should have told him she was as much a woman as any other girl he ever shoved his dick in.

"Press them a bit tighter," the old man's raspy voice commanded. "I'm almost there."

Even now, Eighteen kept her icy appearance of indifference. As much as one could in a situation like this at least. "Whatever."

Krillin was overjoyed with the news of her pregnancy, and he loved his daughter like she was his own. Of course, he thought she was his own, and Eighteen would make sure the old man would never spill the beans by doing his bidding. If that meant brushing her tongue against his ass, so be it.

For Roshi, part of the lewdness was the control he had over one of the most formidable fighters on the planet. Eighteen could kill him with a flicker of her fingers, and yet she allowed him to degrade her as much as he wanted. The sense of dominance alone was often enough to guarantee a healthy dose of seeds from his balls.

"Shit!" Shoving himself forward one last time, sliding through her armpit, the pulsing cock erupted. Eighteen's icy stare was focused on the white puddle on the ground that grew with each blast of his pulsing piston. It was a lot; probably enough to make another baby if either of them whished it. Though the idea of another child had crossed her mind, she eventually decided she wouldn't be able to bear the thought of having another baby with this degenerate pervert. If it turned out to be a boy, she feared he'd grow up as insatiable as his father, slurping her nipples for more than just milk.

"Ooh sexbot," he jeered, forcefully bringing her out of her thoughts with his taunts. He sat on the bed, gingerly caressing his thighs, signaling her to mount him. "It's been a while since we were able to do it. Come over here and ride me, heh heh!"

She gritted her teeth in humiliation. Why did he continue to provoke her so? His nonchalance toward her angered her. She wouldn't dare hurt him, and he was all too privy to that information.

"Whatever." Reminding herself of Krillin's and Maron's love for the elderly man, she made her way to him. Her blonde crotch was in his face as her hands grabbed his shoulders, her engorged petals betraying her own heated state. She mounted him and lowered her hips to anchor him into her stretched hole. She hated how prominently she felt him, his thick girth spreading her in a way Krillin would never be able to. Leftover cum smoothed the passage, though she was wet enough to have been able to do it without the help. Her long legs maneuvered around to close about his torso, locking her feet at the small of his back.

By the time their groins clashed, she'd taken him in entirely, the tip of his cock pressing against her cervix. She began to ride him, her hands on his lined shoulders. One of his hands was on her hips, whilst the other molested her shaking breasts. Since her breasts hadn't been tempered with by Dr. Gero, they were one of the most sensitive spots on her body, and the hermit knew how to take advantage to rile her up. His head bowing slightly, he took a nipple between his withered lips and suckled fervently.

Eighteen moaned softly from having her breasts feasted on. He was already doing his trick where he coated his cock in ki. She felt the soothing energy tickle her sensitive walls, sending chills all over her body. That bastard... He was determined to make her cum hard and fast! "Ahn~!" Despite her best wishes, moans slipped out with each thrusts, her breasts still getting suckled on even now. Damn! She cussed inside her head. Why did the old hermit of all people make her drop her icy demeanor so?!

It didn't take long for Eighteen to lose her usual cool. She panted and bit her lower lip, riding him franticly to stir him deep into her pussy and trying to flex him against her G-spot. Her hips gyrated with great passion, pumping Roshi to get his hard dick in and out of her. She was desperate now, so close to her release that it was palpable. As if knowing just what to do, his head left her tits. Holding the back of her thighs, he lifted and dropped her weight on him, moving her at a quicker pace than she was previously using. Despite her best intentions, she squealed.

That bastard. Why was he of all people the one to make her feel like this?! Why was he the one to know which buttons to push? He's... He's going to make me cum again! She was squirting in that moment. An arc of her essence squirted from her clenching vagina, soiling the bed sheets.

He came moments later, eager to send his sperm to her womb. He called her name as he spurted, wallowing as her gyrating hips stirred his spraying dick. When both climaxes subsides, Eighteen stayed on his lap, her slackened body pressing against his for support. Stupid old man...

It was hot today, and Roshi had been sweating even before his pants came down to give his arm a workout. By now, he was drenched in sweat, but there was still liquid to oust from his body. More! He needed more!

For whatever reason, the next memory to pop into his head was his encounter with that sexy lady that followed Mister Satan wherever he went.

Exhaling once to calm himself down, Roshi's eyes transformed into orbs of yellow. His hands and fingers began to move erratically, moving slower and slower to put the shocked Miss Piiza into a trancelike state. All her panic was replaced by tranquility. "You are so sleepy," he voiced sluggishly. "When you hear me, your eyelids will drop." Piiza grew more and more tired. Her eyelids were starting to become heavy... "You are a sleepy girl." And with those magic words, she dozed into a deep slumber. "Phew..." Roshi could finally relax a bit, wiping away the sweat on his brow.

It wasn't supposed to go like that. All he wanted was sneak into Mister Satan's room and give him a strict scolding for stealing young Son Gohan's glory of beating Cell. But this curvaceous woman had caught him and threatened to call the police. The way she filled out her dress had enticed him, and thus he had chosen the offensive. Pizza wasn't a fighter so she was doomed from the start.

"Oh well." Roshi shrugged. Beautiful, curvy and not afraid to show some skin; she certainly was his type. "Might as well take advantage." This wasn't why he came, but it wouldn't stop him from cumming.

The cups of Piiza's red dress were yanked down to free her breasts. Large and round, they were about Panchy's size if he had to compare. More than enough supple flesh to handle his cock. Straddling her stomach, the ample mounds were separated to embrace his cock between them.

"Ah~!" Roshi breathed, feeling his stress ebb away as he cuddled between the fleshy globes. "This feels nice."

Then he began to move, thrusting into the tight crevice her compressed tits made. The soft, delicate flesh of her tits jiggled every time his hips smacked against them, the ripples tantalizing and hypnotic to his lust-filled gaze. Soon after finding his balance, both of his palms flattened on her chest to molest them thoroughly. He moaned out and told the sleeping Piiza that she had such lovely breasts.

He fucked her breasts the best he could, his pre-cum relieving him of friction. He bucked his hips like a madman. Her breasts were clutched rougher than before, redness enveloping them. He kept going, and going. Minutes past and then the first spurt of white came. "Gnh!" The white bullet reached the bridge of her nose. The old man grunted, glancing down to watch his member still move in and out of her cleavage, staining its path with hot cum. I'm making too much of a mess! He cradled the back of her head, helping her lift up to wrap her lips around his cockhead and fill her mouth with cum. "Heh heh! Now there's a good girl." He came until her belly was full of hermit sperm.

When he was done, he extracted himself and chuckled at his work. In an unlocked room within someone else's home, he decided it was best not to go further than this. If he got caught, that could prove to be problematic. Returning her pads over her breasts – taking a picture from her cum-stained tits, her face included in case it'd get in handy later – he laid her down on her side to be safely found, hoping his cum would've dried up enough by then.

Thirty minutes later, a young teenager found her. A brunette tomboy with pigtails tapped her fingers against her back. "Piiiiiza," she whined with annoyance. "Come on, you're supposed to drive me to my martial arts class!" She turned the sleeping lady on her back. "Ugh... your face is all messy." Trailing her finger over the white liquid on her face, the tomboy brought it to her nose and whiffed. Her face grimaced; it smelled far too pungent for her tastes. "Yuck."

Master Roshi was close now. He grunted and groaned, his breathing uneven, biting his lip, his head lolling backward. He felt like he could cum at any moment!

Where would his memories take him next?

Why did he have me wear this of all things? Chi-Chi didn't voice her question, as the answer was obvious. Her discomfort was the reason for his pleasure. Her bust was painfully stuffed... It was almost unbearable how cramped they felt in her armor. Her tits felt more squashed than ever before. Thank Dende he didn't ask her to put on her helmet as well... She looked ridiculous enough as is. Shoulder pads of steels decorated her shoulders, a green cape adorned behind her.

"Oho!" Roshi eyed Chi-Chi with glee as she came through the door. Per his request, she wore the revealing armor from back when she was a kid and they first met. Taut and tight everywhere, he let his eyes roam freely. Motherhood sure had been kind to her. Back then, her bust showed potential, but it had been only budding. Even for one as perverted as him, he'd deemed her too young. Now though... her mature tits pressed like waves of water against the weakening dam that was her armor and threatened to overflow and spill out. Maternity had done her jugs well, enlarging them without making them sack. Lower, at the apex of her legs, a small metal panty barely covered her nether region, fastened by tightly rounding around her wide hips.

The metal seemed strained, painfully pressing into her flesh and barely containing her womanly curves. It was so hot! His naked dick throbbed in eagerness. "Chi-Chi..." He honestly couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to jump her there and then, but they had decided on role playing today. It was hard to contain himself though. She's so hot!

"Pl- Please, Master Roshi" Chi-Chi pleaded in an embarrassed tone, starting their play, rosiness coloring her pale cheeks, bowing in feigned awe and respect; Roshi eagerly watched her generous cleavage as she hunched. "My name is Chi-Chi, daughter of your former pupil – the Ox-king! The fires at Fire Mountain have grown out of control. Please let me borrow the Bansho Fan to quell the flames on Fire Mountain! I'll give it back as soon as we're done."

"Hmmmm," Roshi hummed in an exaggerated tone. Neither would be winning any acting awards any time soon. "Okay, I'll let you borrow it." He exuberantly rose one finger. "For a price!"

"A- A price?" Chi-Chi repeated, sounding as if she was awkwardly reading a script. "Please I'll do anything you want!"

"Then take off your panty and let me fuck you!"

"F- Fuck me?"

"Yes, I want to fuck my former student's daughter as my reward!"

"O- Okay!" The metal panty came off, but the armored bikini stayed on. She took her place on the bed, her legs spread wide for him to vacate. "I'll do anything to save my home!"

He was on top of her, her legs spread by his lanky frame. Chi-Chi 's head rolled back when he entered. Her hands on his shoulders, her ass slightly elevated, and her feet in the air; he loomed over her, thrusting deep. His upper thighs clashed with her lower thighs, making her legs and feet flail until they wrapped around him, her feet meeting at his spine whilst he fucked her. "Oh Master, please.. ugh~!... promise you'll give me the Bansho Fan after this!" Dende, he's so much better than my dildo!

"Of course, baby girl! After this I'll go with you to extinguish the fire myself!"

He started to ram harder and harder into her. "Do you like this?" he asked her. "Do you like the way your father's teacher is fucking you?"

"Oh, yeah! More! More!" she beseeched him. "I love my father's master's long cock!"

Chi-Chi didn't know yet how many women had fallen under his spell. He wondered how she'd react if she ever found out. She didn't seem like the type who'd happily partake in some innocent debauchery with the likes of Bulma and Launch. Not yet at least. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised to see her get mad to find out she wasn't the only woman he gave such special attention to. Making her feel desirable and special was how he managed to get her after all.

He'd need to develop her vices for a bit longer before letting her in on his secret. He should go slow with her. Perhaps invite her over sometime and have her spend some time with the blue version of Launch. Nothing fancy, just them and some wine and see where the night would take them. If she could befriend his regulars, it'd be much easier to slowly rope her into more and more debauchery. Blonde Launch especially was skilled in the art of seducing her fellow women. The slow and steady approach would all be worth it once he was jacking off to the sight of Eighteen in her cunt while Launch rammed up her ass. Oh, and maybe Bulma could ride Eighteen's face, swapping saliva with Chi-Chi, their hands entwined while they moan in each other's mouth!

The fantasy... It was too much! Shit! He spilled his whites earlier than usual, his excitement overwhelming him.

"Huh?" At this, Chi-Chi raised her brow. "Already?" Though nothing to sneeze at, the session was a bit short compared to usual. Was it her outfit? Or perhaps their meager attempts at roleplaying? Whichever it was, she hadn't expected it to egg him on this much.

He didn't react, only embraced his arms around her to pull her on top of him. "How about you come to Kame house with me? We'll have a fun evening with Launch."

"K- Kame House?" Now this was new. He... wanted to spent time with her outside the bedroom? It... kind of sounded nice. With all her time spent making sure Goten and Gohan studied, it wasn't like she had much of a social life. Perhaps it wasn't so bad to socialize some more. Launch was about her age, and she liked her blue-haired version. She was kind and disciplined, and her duties as a maid correlated with her own duties as a housewife. They could probably complain about the same things. It sounded kind of nice.

"Uhm... sure?"

Any moment now Roshi would spill his seeds. Remembering Chi-Chi in that tight piece of armored clothing had almost pushed him over the edge, arousal dripping down his towering cock. Let's end this session on a good memory!

Though there were many erotic remembrances to choose from – for whatever reason, that time so many years ago where he claimed Bunny Bulma came to mind – it felt only fitting to end with that one.

It had to be the wine, right? thought Chi-Chi as she felt her cheeks turn red. A hand gently brushed across her chest, causing her bosom to tingle with sensation.

The first evening spent with Launch and Master Roshi had been a wonderful experience and soon became a recurring social gathering in her life.

However, Launch had become more... handsy lately. She would touch Chi-Chi's back or arms when she had too much wine, calling her beautiful and staring into her eyes. For someone like Chi-Chi, who had grown up in a traditional environment and had never received this kind of attention from another woman, it was all very new and confusing. Despite this, the wine had made her feel lightheaded and she found herself giggling like a young girl from the attention. "Launch, you're too much!" she laughed, trying to wave away the compliments. "I'm not that special."

Launch also giggled, still keeping one hand on Chi-Chi's back. "No, I mean it. You look so young and beautiful, I would never guess that you're a mother of two." Launch's free hand took hold of Chi-Chi's arm, gently caressing it. "Your skin is so soft and smooth."

The gentle caressing had Chi-Chi in goosebumps. Was it alcohol or something else that made her feel so lightheaded?

The giggling had stopped, and suddenly, Chi-Chi could feel the palpable tension in the air. Chi-Chi felt her heart racing and her breath hitch as Launch's hands continued to explore. Sliding and caressing, her eyes met Launch's. Both blushed. Chi-Chi didn't know how she'd found herself in this situation, and she felt trepidation. But when Launch's head came closer, she stayed in place. She didn't pull back, not when she was five inches away. Not at four inches. Not at three either.

Two.

One.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss.

Their naked bodies pressed against each other, their erogenous zones pressing against arms and legs in an attempt to produce more of the electricity they sought. Chi-Chi was on top. When the shock of what she was doing ebbed away, and despite her complete lack of experience with the same sex, her dominating will overpowered the subservient maid. Their hands explored one another whilst they kissed, hips gyrating to grind their oversensitive loins, mantling each other's skin with heat, sensitive nipples yearning for more than the occasional brush against skin.

"I can't…" she breathed between the smashing of their lips "…believe I'm doing this." The experience was freeing, allowing Chi-Chi to embrace a darker side of herself. A curious side of her that she'd been taught to always hold back; to always be a proper lady. But that properness had slowly but surely faded these last few years – brought down brick by brick by Roshi ever since the day he stole her virginity – and Chi-Chi wanted to resist no longer. She became enraptured by Launch, their bodies joining as one. She saw only Launch. She heard only Launch.

But then...

It felt like someone clutched her hips with force, fingers digging into her skin. Wait... Did someone just grab her hips? She was about to ask if someone was there, when... "Kyaa!"

The penetration was hard and smooth with hardly any stalls. Nine inches of thick flesh pierced her until grey pubic hairs mashed with her buttocks. This girth and length... It had to be! "R- Roshi?!" Turning her head, she could indeed confirm his lanky frame, even in the dark. Her eyes widened, filled with confusion.

After weeks of planning, Launch had finally gotten Chi-Chi in bed. The stage was set. Master Roshi hollered his perverted laughter. This was where the fun began. "Heh heh!"

He wasted no second, setting his hips in motion to fuck Chi-Chi like a man possessed. The widow cried out, her eyes closed shut and her body shaking from the drilling – her breasts especially. The dangled globes shook and rippled like jelly, peachy nipples quaking to and fro. She had almost forgotten about Launch until her fluttering nipples dangled against hers, generating jolts of pleasure. "L- Launch?!" she uttered in shock. Roshi was fucking her right in front of her?! "I... I can expl-"

Launch hushed her with a finger and brought her lips to hers. Driving her tongue into the shellshocked woman was easy, spilling her saliva to mix with Chi-Chi's. The housewife's moans rung inside her mouth. When the kiss broke and Chi-Chi looked even more befuddled than before, she giggled once more. "Don't worry, Chi-Chi. Master and I do it all the time."

"M- Master?!" So many questions, but no time to ask them. Turned out it was difficult to say much with a nine-inch cock drumming against your cervix. The only thing that came out of her mouth were moans with the occasional exclamations of 'god'.

And the night continued.

"Achoo!" Launch sneezed when some dust came down the ceiling to enter her nostrils. The gentle side of her was replaced by the feisty one, her hair now blonde. She came into the world with a moan, a brunette head bobbing between her legs. "What the?" Yanking the brunette's hair up, she couldn't believe her eyes to see Chi-Chi staring back at her. She was dripping with perspiration and was deep red, eyes half-lidded after hours of sex. "Well, well, well." Launch eyed her with a mischievous smirk. "Look who we have here."

That night, Chi-Chi was introduced to a whole new part of Roshi's life. And with the genie out of the box, it'd never be the same again.

"Heh heh!" Roshi bellowed. Cum had doused the fist still tightened around his withering rod. Satisfied for now, but ready to spring into action whenever required. For a solo session, it had been a good one.

Cleaning his hand by smearing his spunk on his hammock, Roshi got comfortable and closed his eyes, enjoying the peace and quiet. A lot had happened these last seven years, but Chi-Chi's deeper dive into his sexual life – and her newfound acquaintanceship with some of his other relations – was definitely one of the biggest. Perhaps only trumped by him impregnating Eighteen and the daughter they conceived together.

There had been many highlights, but he felt that there was still much more to come – or was it cum?

He snickered. The lecherous tale of the Legendary Super Pervert was bound to continue!

A few weeks later

A young woman hastily typed away on her keyboard. Dressed in a long white t-shirt, her black pigtails swung from her frantic typing. Videl sat at her desk. The only source of light in the dim room was the bright computer screen in front of her. The room was spacious and well-furnished, a reflection of her family's wealth ever since her father Mr. Satan had defeated the powerful villain Cell. The walls were painted a pale blue, with posters of famous martial artists and the Tenkaichi Budokai tournaments hanging on them. A comfortable queen-sized bed was placed in one corner, and a large window overlooked the city, its curtains drawn to block out the light.

The room was eerily quiet, except for the sound of Videl's fingers typing away on the keyboard and the occasional creak of her chair as she leaned back to stretch her arms. Videl had always been interested in martial arts and the stories from her many masters had taught her much about its history. For her school project, she'd decided to write about the many styles of martial arts, eventually deciding to follow the history of the most successful schools to have competed in the Tenkachi Budokai. There had been numerous champions before her dad won the title of World's Strongest at the last Tenkaichi Budokai. Several of them had been from a school that had been around for ages: the Turtle School.

"The Turtle School..." she uttered, a stern look on her beautiful face as she browsed the web for more information. A martial arts school that had existed for decades, and was now led by a martial artist known only by the name Master Roshi. As Videl delved deeper into her research about the Turtle School, her interest in the school only grew with each article she read. Apparently, this old master and his students were strong. Strong enough to have made the final of the Tenkaichi Budokai the three championships before her father made his first appearance. That time, they'd been noticeably absent.

Further study proved fruitful. This Master Roshi had come to fame decades earlier too, only to disappear from the public eye until the twenty-first Tenkaichi Budokai. This Master Roshi had to be a powerful and skilled fighter, perhaps even stronger than her own father, the famous martial artist Mr. Satan. Videl also learned that Master Roshi and his students were the ones who had fought and defeated the powerful villain King Piccolo. A truly terrible demon who had terrorized the Earth a few years before she was born.

Could this Master Roshi be the master she'd been looking for?

Her hands, covered in pitch-black gloves, clenched with determination. Videl's mind was made up. The school project could wait. Her goal to become a skilled martial artist was too important to be put off. She had to find Master Roshi, and training under him was the key to unlocking her full potential. She had always admired her father, but she wanted to surpass him, to become a champion in her own right. The research she had done on the Turtle School had only reinforced her determination. Master Roshi and his students had defeated the powerful King Piccolo, and their skills were renowned even decades later.

She stood up from her desk, her white t-shirt falling down to her knees, and walked towards the window. She looked out at the city, the streetlights casting an orange glow upon the buildings and roads. A new sense of purpose filled her as she gazed at the bustling city below.

"I have to find Master Roshi," she whispered to herself, a determined look in her eye. "I won't let anything stand in my way."

But... Where did he even live?!

The next chapter is the one people have been waiting for: Videl!

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