A/N: It's been a while since I updated this story. Aside from having little time to write, this entire chapter received a complete overhaul about halfway through. I changed the plot completely from what I once envisioned it to be. For the better, if I say so myself.
Thank you for your continued interest in this story, no matter how much time passes between chapters!
I truly appreciate it.
Chapter 11 Master Roshi's High School Adventure
A flying car soared through the sky, its sleek design cutting through the air as Chi-Chi and Master Roshi made their way to Orange Star High. The wind whistled past them, and Master Roshi adjusted his sunglasses, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of flight. Today, they were heading to Orange Star High for a parent-teacher meeting.
In the past few years since Goku's passing, Master Roshi had become an unexpected pillar of support for Chi-Chi, Gohan and Goten. Though Maron and her insatiable hunger for shopping sometimes seemed hell bound to destroy his riches, Roshi had amassed considerable wealth over the years – perhaps not so surprising considering his long life and various victories in fighting tournaments.
This financial stability had proven to be a welcome relief for Chi-Chi, who found herself managing the household without Goku's consistent presence. Not that he had been a constant source of income while he was alive, mind you...
Moreover, Roshi had taken a keen interest in Goten's development, recognizing the potential power within the young Saiyan. Knowing the challenges of harnessing such immense abilities, and the dangers of ignoring it, Roshi had become Goten's mentor, guiding him in the control and mastery of his great powers.
Of course, in line with his reputation as a lecherous old martial artist, Chi-Chi more often than not was asked to prove her gratitude, which is how she found herself with her head at his loins while he flew to the school. He grunted as he tried his best to focus on keeping the car steady whilst she blew him.
Chi-Chi's hand fisted the base of the long shaft while her mouth enveloped him. The warmth seemed to fill him from the inside out as her wetness washed over him. Her mouth was so narrow, so moist. He throbbed in her mouth, veins prominent as he pulsed with desire.
Chi-Chi's tongue swirled around the head of his cock, eliciting a deep groan from Master Roshi. She took him deeper into her mouth, her throat convulsing around his length as she bobbed her head up and down.
Roshi's head lolled back. Roshi's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain control of the car. He felt his legs buckle slightly as he gave way to the incomprehensible pleasure. The warmth. One hand petted her bobbing head; the other stayed wrapped around the steering wheel. "Deeper," was all he said, gingerly applying pressure on the back of her head. "We both know you can go deeper."
Chi-Chi could, and she did. Her head lowered, lowered until her nose became entangled in his grey pubic hair. The tip of his manhood graced past her tonsils and into her throat, and yet she persisted. Deeper and deeper, her tongue on his shaft, she fought of the urge to gag. Her throat bulged, only willpower keeping her hands from bracing against his thighs.
Testicles, heavy and swollen, longed to deposit their contents.
As they approached the school, Roshi guided the car smoothly to a landing in the courtyard. The hovering vehicle settled down gracefully, drawing the attention of students and teachers alike.
Chi-Chi took a moment to glance at herself in the rearview mirror, adjusting a few strands of her hair and smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress. Lastly, there was a final check that nothing white had spilled over her clothes or skin from his climax. "Just remember, Master Roshi, we're here to discuss Gohan's progress, not to flirt with the teachers."
Roshi chuckled, his laughter harmonizing with the hum of the flying vehicle. "Grandpa Roshi is here to lend a hand... or an expert opinion, if you will."
Chi-Chi and Master Roshi stepped out of the car, the wings retracting with a mechanical whir. The school building loomed ahead, and the air buzzed with a mix of excitement and curiosity.
"Remember, Roshi, we're here for Gohan," Chi-Chi said, her voice firm.
Roshi saluted, "Fear not, Chi-Chi. Grandpa Roshi is on the case."
"I can't believe we're going to end up in his class..." A young blonde woman sulked at her fate as she walked the halls of Orange Star High School. Her head was cast downward, troubles contorting her beautiful face. Genetically blessed, her curves were accentuated by a form-fitting tank top. Her breasts, voluptuous and full, moved with a mesmerizing grace even as she sulked. The fabric hugged them snugly, outlining their shape and creating an alluring visual spectacle.
With each step she took, her breasts swayed gently, defying gravity in a hypnotic dance. They seemed to have a life of their own, moving independently yet harmoniously. The way they jiggled ever so slightly was captivating, drawing the eyes of onlookers who were unable to tear their gaze away. That night, sixty-nine percent of the student body would climax with the blonde on their mind – including the female students.
Erasa, as the blonde was called, was the true definition of a bombshell. Big breasts, thin waist, wide hips and blessed with an ass so thick it was a wonder it could be contained by her blue jeans. Panchy Briefs but younger was how Master Roshi would describe her over the years.
'"Videl," she sobbed as she noticed her best friend wasn't paying her any attention. "Best friends should be there for each other at times like these!"
At this, Videl was brought of her trance. She blinked, dumbfounded. What... were they talking about again? "Sorry Erasa..." She held one hand up, a sheepish smile forming on her face. "I didn't sleep well last night." She'd been way too busy getting off thinking about that old master.
Erasa blinked blankly at her friend. "Oi... I don't want to hear about any problems from straight-A students right now..."
Videl's laughter echoed through the hallway as she playfully nudged Erasa's shoulder. "Alright, alright, no straight-A student problems, I promise!" she said, trying to stifle her amusement. "Now, tell me what's been bothering you. I'm all ears."
"We're getting a new teacher for algebra..." Erasa sighed. "I need a passing grade if I want to graduate this year, but apparently this new teacher is some old-school hard-ass. You know, the type who probably dreams of failing students for the tiniest mistakes. I'm already having nightmares of him grading my papers with a red pen of doom."
Videl, seeing the worry on Erasa's face, chimed in with a helpful suggestion, "Well, you know what they say about facing your fears, right? Why not try talking to the new teacher, get to know his style, and maybe even butter him up a bit? A well-timed compliment or two might just be the secret formula to charm that old-school hard-ass. Plus, you've got me as your study buddy – I'll make sure you're armed with all the algebraic wisdom you need to survive this academic battle!"
Erasa blinked, taken aback by her friend's willingness to help. "You think buttering him up could help?" she asked, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"I think it's worth a try," Videl said with a reassuring smile.
Erasa chuckled, feeling a bit more optimistic. "Alright, I'll give it a shot. Can't hurt, right?"
Videl watched her bubbly friend run off with a smile on her face. It was a good thing Erasa was so energetic, for she needed some of that energy. Gohan had promised her he'd teach her how to fly today, and the young martial artist was ecstatic to spend some time alone with the young man who had entered her life so suddenly.
Erasa turned the corner, determined to find the mysterious algebra tyrant. As she navigated the bustling school corridors, she inadvertently bumped into someone, and when she looked up, she found herself face to face with Son Gohan.
"Oh, hey there, Erasa!" Gohan greeted with a friendly smile. "What's up?"
Erasa couldn't help but blush slightly at the sight of Gohan. She batted her eyelashes playfully, a mischievous smile on her lips. "Hey, Gohan! Just on a missi n to find the new algebra teacher. Have you seen him around?"
Gohan scratched his head, thinking. "Hmm, I haven't really paid much attention. Why are you looking for him?"
Erasa took a step closer, her tone dripping with flirtation. "Oh, just thought I'd get a head start on impressing the new guy with my mathematical prowess. You know, show him who the real math genius is around here." She gave him a teasing wink, fully aware of the effect she had on the bashful Saiyan. Erasa, still leaning in with a flirtatious smile, noticed a momentary flicker in Gohan's eyes. His gaze seemed to dip for a split second, and she couldn't help but grin inwardly at the subtle reaction.
Gohan, on the other hand, felt a sudden surge of panic as his eyes betrayed him. He mentally scolded himself, cheeks burning brighter than ever. His attention had momentarily wandered, and he hastily averted his gaze back to Erasa's eyes, hoping she hadn't caught his unintentional slip.
Trying to recover, Gohan stammered, "Uh, yeah, mathematical prowess... sounds great" His awkward response only added to the charm, and he fidgeted nervously with the strap of his backpack.
Erasa couldn't resist teasing him a bit more, a playful glint in her eyes. With a sly smile, she continued on her quest, leaving Gohan standing there, flustered and trying to regain his composure.
Erasa, armed with a newfound determination and a touch of confidence, finally located the algebra dungeon – err, classroom. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door with a sense of purpose. "Excuse me."
Knock, knock.
No response.
Undeterred, Erasa knocked again, this time with a bit more enthusiasm. "Excuse me!"
Knock, knock, knock.
Still nothing.
"Hmph!" Erasa puffed her cheeks, frustration bubbling beneath her playful facade. Refusing to be defeated by a stubborn door, she decided to take matters into her own hands. Gripping the doorknob with determination, she swung the door open.
To her surprise, the room was eerily empty. No stern algebra overlord, no red pen of doom; just a silent, vacant classroom. Erasa stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Almost subconsciously, she locked the door behind her before she lowered herself to the ground, leaning against the wall.
As Erasa sat against the wall, the quiet classroom became a canvas for her thoughts to paint vivid scenes of her encounter with Gohan. The memory of their playful banter and the subtle blush on his bashful face played like a movie in her mind.
A soft smile graced her lips as she replayed the moments, the flirty exchange and the way Gohan had nervously stammered. "Oh, Gohan," she whispered to herself, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. The crush she harbored for the Saiyan had become a pleasant distraction from the algebraic mysteries that eluded her.
As Erasa continued to sit against the wall, a twinge of guilt began to creep into her thoughts. The playful smile on her face faded as she reflected on the budding romance between Gohan and Videl. The mental images of the two sharing glances and building a connection weighed on her conscience.
She couldn't deny the growing bond between her friends, and the guilt settled in her chest like a heavy stone. "What am I doing?" she murmured to herself, a frown replacing the once-flirtatious expression. The realization of her crush on Gohan, despite the obvious connection between him and Videl, left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Erasa couldn't shake off the conflict within her, but a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she leaned her head back against the wall. Then again, she thought, her mind wandering into a realm of playful justification, just a bit of innocent fantasizing never hurt anyone.
Lost in her daydreams, Erasa couldn't help but wonder about the possibilities. She imagined grabbing the bashful boy's hand and leading him to an empty classroom like this one. As soon as they entered the room, Erasa would slam the door shut behind them and pushed Gohan against it. Before he could react, she'd he kiss him fiercely, her tongue invading his mouth. The bashful Gohan wouldn't be able to resist, his hands wandering over her body.
She knew Gohan had a surprisingly muscular body. She imagined his naked form, hardened muscles decorating his frame. His erection stood proudly before her, and she couldn't resist wrapping her mouth over him. Gohan groaned in pleasure as she sucked him, his hips bucking against her touch.
It was a good thing she had locked the door...
Master Roshi was lost...
After following Chi-Chi into the school, the old Turtle Hermit had been overwhelmed by the numerous feminine splendor that gathered here. Left, right, and left again... His eyes didn't know where to look! These girls were all so innocent in mind and youthful in body. Still developing into full-fledged women, but already blossomed into maidens. And their clothes... They were all so free spirited! His lack of control in these situations clearly showed. Before Chi-Chi could reprimand him, he began to sprint through the corridors of the school in search of delectable snacks to quench his perverted hunger.
In the years to come, this day would be known as the Day of the Whirlwind, for something so fast wandered the halls that gusts of wind roamed through the school. A young, red-haired teen called Angela shrieked when the gust of wind flew past her, making her green skirt lift upwards to reveal her cute pink panty to numerous young men before she could shield herself from their eyes. She... could almost swear the gust of wind rubbed her revealed butt as it flew past her...
But the whirlwind came to an abrupt stop as it passed one of the locked classrooms. A smell had entered Roshi's keen nose. It was a smell he had grown familiar with the last few decades. It was the smell of a woman in heat!
The Turtle Hermit was unable to resists such a pleasant aroma. His hand tried to sleekly open the door, but it was locked shut. Smart, for Roshi had an inkling of what was happening behind it; his vile grin appeared as his mind drifted to immoral places.
Curiosity got the better of the pervert. He ran out of the school with haste in order to get to the window that would show him what was happening behind closed doors. Master Roshi was strong and capable of inhuman feats. With his powerful body, he climbed up the pipe closest to the window leading to the classroom housing the young woman.
He looked inside the window, hoping to see...!
Such big melons~!
He was not prepared for what he saw. He'd expected to see a more plain girl; one overlooked by the boys in her school. There would've been some excitement for the old hermit in watchinfg such a young girl explore her body, no matter what she looked like. But there was nothing plain about this young minx. She was a bombshell of a woman, more filled out than many fully matured women could ever hope to be!
This wasn't like his usual nosebleeds; blood escaped his nose as if it was a fountain, leaving his body in such quantities he actually felt light headed. Not only was there a young woman pleasuring herself in front of his eyes, she was without a doubt the most desirable teen he'd seen all day!
He couldn't think anymore. Blood had either left his nose or went down to his groin; there wasn't anything left for common sense. Seeing such a desirable girl in heat, aching for a cock to quench her lust... He had to have her!
Using his strength, he barged through the window and screamed, "Missy!"
"Oh Dende!" Erasa panted, feeling herself getting close. Her breath came in short gasps as she teased herself mercilessly, her fingers dancing over her swollen clit. She could feel her orgasm building, and she quickened her pace, desperate for release. Her pants had been unbuttoned, her bustling fingers slipped underneath.
In her mind, Gohan was driving his cock deep into her aching pussy. He was behind her, his hips slapping against her ass as he fucked her hard and fast. Without warning, he raised his hand and brought it down hard on her ass, leaving a bright red mark.
With each thrust of her fingers, she could feel her orgasm building. Her walls clenched around her fingers, desperately trying to draw them deeper inside her. She added a third finger, stretching herself even further. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
Her release was palpable. She was so close. She couldn't hold it anymore! She was about to...!
"Missy!" An old raspy voice screamed, accompanied by the sound of shattering glass.
Erasa's scream was not one of release; instead it was a shriek of horror. Just before she was brought over the edge, her hand left her cleft and her butt rose from the floor. In her haste, her legs slightly shaking, she fell back down with a thud. Her jeans still unbuttoned, her taut stomach rose and fell in quick succession, her sweat-covered body exhausted. Her heart beat rapidly, both from the exertion and shock. In front of her stood a bald old man; his frame lanky and his back slightly arched due to the passage of time. His eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, regarded her wordlessly.
That old-school aura of authority... Could he be the new algebra teacher she feared?! This was how they met? Never before could she see the red pen of doom so clearly as she did now. Not only that, but wasn't this enough of a reason to get expelled? I'm done for!
And though Erasa deemed the old man mysterious and intimidating, all Roshi could think about was... How big those tits were! His eyes were drawn to them like a magnet. They were barely contained by the tight tank top she wore. Her breasts strained against the fabric, threatening to spill out at any moment. They were full and round, with pert nipples that were clearly visible through the thin material in her heated state. He looked unapologetically, drool trailing down his beard from his lips.
Erasa wasn't smart, but she wasn't naive either. This was the feared old-school teacher that would make her life a living hell? He was just a perverted old man! It seemed not all hope was lost. Her youthful curves were an asset that she could exploit. Some cleavage here, a cute smile there; all she had to do to succeed in life was keep up the flirtatious persona until she was in a position to meet a rich, handsome man that would set her up for life. Of course, that meant finishing high school. It could be with the worst possible grades for all she cared, but she needed that diploma. She'd accepted that the road to that carefree life of infinite wealth would be filled with indignity ever since she first offered a train conductor a blowjob for a free ride. Humoring this old perv for a passing grade was just one more thing to put on the list of sacrifices to reach that carefree life.
Videl had suggested to try and butter up the new teacher up after all.
And she'd butter him up good!
She didn't really mind it either. Sex felt good. Why wouldn't she do it a lot? "Oh, old teacher," she cooed, signaling him to get closer. "My name's Erasa. I'll be in your class from tomorrow on. How about you and I get... acquainted?
To say Roshi was confused would be an understatement. What the hell was this girl talking about? He was no teacher and he certainly wasn't about to teach a whole classroom. Of course, by no means did that mean he wasn't about to take the blonde up on her offer. "Heh heh!" What a lucky situation had he found himself in. He got down on his knees in front of her.
She leaned forward, her face looming close to his; his eyes brightened up from their closeness. His eyes tilted downward, wallowing as he confirmed how blessed her heavy assets were as they dangled. "To be honest, algebra isn't my best subject, but..." She took his hand, caressing it while bringing it up. He could not help a marveling noise when his palm was fitted to her left breast. "Maybe there is something I can do for you to make sure I won't fail your class?"
"Hmmm" the old man feigned resistance. "I'm not sure I can agree to a deal like this. I shouldn't teach you that you can make your worries go away just by using your body." Despite his words, he eagerly squeezed her breast to test the softness.
It emboldened Erasa even more. She was about to catch him in her enticing paws. She chuckled and batted her eyelashes. "Come on, just help me out," she purred. She grabbed the back of his head and dipped forward to ever so lightly peck his cheek. "I'll make you feel good as a reward."
Erasa smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew she had Roshi right where she wanted him. Leaning closer, she whispered in his ear, "But what if I promise to make it worth your while? After all, you are my teacher... and I am willing to learn anything you want to teach me."
At this point, Master Roshi was hyperventilating. He was sweating buckets, unable to form anything coherent from his mouth. Hook, line, and sinker. She yanked him into her cleavage, smothering his gleeful face with her fleshy pillows. "Come on, pervy teacher. Let's help each other out!"
Master Roshi fancied himself in heaven as he was enveloped by puffy clouds. "Oh w-"
"Oh wow!" Gohan was genuinely impressed as Videl managed to generate ki right in front of him. They had only just started and she had already grasped the concept. Gohan and Videl were on the grassy training grounds, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. Gohan, wearing his purple gi, watched Videl in astonishment.
Videl, dressed in her usual outfit, smirked confidently. She glanced at Gohan, her cheeks slightly flushed from his praise, and cleared her throat. "Th- That's right. I'm the legendary Hercule Satan's daughter for a reason. Now come on, Gohan. It's time you teach me how to fly!"
Gohan chuckled softly, his warm eyes meeting hers. "It's all about harnessing your energy and focusing it to lift you off the ground. It might take a few tries, but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it."
Videl nodded, trying to suppress the butterflies in her stomach. "Right, energy… focus. Got it." She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and extended her arms, mimicking the stance Gohan had shown her.
Gohan watched her intently, his heart skipping a beat at her determination. "Remember, Videl, it's not just physical strength. It's about finding that balance between your energy and your emotions."
Videl's brow furrowed in concentration as she attempted to channel her energy. Suddenly, she felt a gentle force beneath her feet, causing her eyes to snap open in surprise. She was hovering a few inches above the ground, a mixture of astonishment and joy evident on her face.
Gohan's grin widened, genuinely proud of her progress. "You're doing great, Videl! Just relax and trust yourself."
As Videl continued to float, Gohan decided to join her in the air, his own energy propelling him effortlessly.
Videl stole a quick glance at Gohan, her heart racing. "You make it seem so easy, Gohan."
He chuckled, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Well, I've had a lot of practice. But you're catching on quickly."
Videl's confidence grew with his encouragement. It was all thanks to Master Roshi's teachings that she had managed to grasp the concept of flight so quickly. At the thought of the old man, Videl panicked. N- Not now! The mere thought of the ancient master got her heated.
Here I am with the first guy I've ever fallen for, and I'm getting wet thinking about the old man... She was such a pervert nowadays... She couldn't imagine there being any other woman alive who could get off from that geezer.
"Oh Dende~" Erasa's top had been pulled down to release her ample breasts from their confinement. Her ample bosom stood on full display, her nipples already hardened. They were round and full, with a pale pink areola that contrasted beautifully against her fair skin. And despite their size, they sat high and proud on her chest, barely sagging at all. One of her breasts was in her new teacher's mouth, sucking on it greedily. The contrast between his weathered face and her smooth, youthful flesh was stark, yet oddly erotic. His tongue flicked around her nipple, causing her to gasp and arch her back.
He sucked with a primal urge, as if he could feed his hunger with milk if he just sucked hard enough. Suddenly, the old man switched sides, taking her other breast into his mouth. His teeth grazed her delicate skin, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel his hot breath on her, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. Her hips began to move involuntarily, grinding against his leg in search of friction.
Her hand was about to resume its previous voyage when... "Oh~!" As if he'd noticed her desperation, two fingers entered her yearning hole. She'd probed herself enough for both fingers to easily slip in. She was already ready for him should he choose to claim her. His fingers moved inside her with a steady rhythm, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Erasa's hips bucked against his hand, her need for release growing stronger by the second.
"Faster," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
His fingers plunged in and out of her tight hole, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Her juices flowed freely, coating his fingers and making it easier for him to penetrate her deeply.
And then, all to sudden, his fingers slipped out of her pussy with a wet pop, leaving her moaning in frustration. She whimpered, wanting more of his touch.
"Take off your pants."
His voice was low and rough, sending shivers down her spine. She hesitated only for a moment – reminding herself of her rosy future – then slowly began to undo her jeans, revealing her pink panties. He watched intently as she slid her pants down her legs, taking in every inch of exposed skin. When she was finally naked from the waist down, he reached out and ran his fingers along the edge of her underwear. "Very nice," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her thighs. She raised her hips off the floor, helping him slide her panties down her thighs until they pooled around her ankles. She kicked them off, leaving her completely bare and exposed to his hungry gaze.
Her labia was plump and engorged, parted slightly to reveal the slick entrance to her pussy. Her clitoris was swollen and protruding from its hood, the tiny bundle of nerves throbbing with desire. Her pubic mound was covered in a tight crop of golden curls, the short strands framing her pink flesh. The scent of her arousal filled the air, musky and sweet, driving him wild with lust.
She saw the bald man lower himself, down on his arms and knees, slightly leaning forward so that his head could rest upon her upper thigh. His right hand helped him access the teen, forefinger and thumb both holding her lips apart and pubic hair back so that he could trace circles around her tender nub.
"Heh heh!"
Erasa did not resist him; her legs spread from him. He stabbed her with his tongue at her core when he leaned forward and buried his face in her muff. Her following sound was a quivering whine. He gave one full lick, coating his tongue with her. He muffled his mouth with her pussy, grunting while grinding his grizzled guise.
"Ahn~!" Erasa moaned, her head lolled back against the wall, her hand on the old man's head while he devoured her cunt. She yanked him to her. His muffled noises were most appreciated and encouraged by this, and he chortled airily against her slit with his tongue lashing.
When his tongue pressed against her jewel and undulated like the ocean tide, Erasa could not stop herself from cumming. She'd been close to cumming from her own hands, and she couldn't hold back any longer. No squeal was hidden this time as she filled his mouth with her juices; a splendid explosion of flavor that his tongue lapped up. When he had a moment's respite from the juicy current, he began to probe between her slick and swollen folds with a fingertip.
The idle brushing kept her stirred, but she was mostly deadened but for the absolute tingle rushing to her fingers and toes and brain. Her climax had been intense, and she could not recover straight away.
The old man seemed frail, so when he managed to grab her by her waist and scoop her up, Erasa was shocked. He used his surprisingly strong muscles to drag her onto his lap, her legs dangling over either side of his thighs. Her body was limp as he reached down between them. He tugged at his prick. With the busty blonde now firmly situated on his lap, Roshi adjusted himself so that his throbbing cock was directly aligned with her exposed folds. The warmth radiating from her cleft was almost too much to bear, and he had to fight the urge to simply plunge into her right then and there.
She felt the weight of him… not his body, but his cock, leaning up against her mound. Was... Was this really his dick? It... felt massive! How could an old geezer like him have such a rigid tool? Befitting an old man's or not, the sturdy dick leveled out and punched up against her hole. "Pervy teacher," Erasa whispered, grabbing at his shoulders and opening her thighs around his waist to help him puncture her. She mewled and he grunted as he wriggled his way into her.
The moment the enormous cock penetrated her, a scream escaped her lips. Pain and pleasure mingled together in a dizzying cocktail, sending her senses reeling. Erasa twisted with a sharp grimace of discomfort while Roshi worked her channel open. He's... so big! Though adventurous, Erasa was still tight; and Roshi was very wide. He staggered, trying to fit himself in her tight hole. But her wetness helped. With a little insistence from his hips, he stabbed into her until his knob shoved up against her cervical wall. "Ahn...~"
He shuffled, stirring his prick within her until she whimpered. She slackened against him, her hands over his leathery shoulders. Stress filled her body, his girth stretching her to the point she was afraid she'd tear.
"Don't worry, missy. I'll be gentle," he told her, cupping his hands over her ass, and then immediately began to fuck her.
The fluorescent lights hummed above as Chi-Chi tapped her foot impatiently, eyeing the clock on the wall. Gohan's new algebra teacher, Mr. Wana, sat across from her, his brows furrowed in frustration.
"Mrs. Son, I understand that parent-teacher meetings are important for everyone involved, but we can't wait forever," Mr. Wana remarked, glancing at the empty chair next to Chi-Chi.
Chi-Chi sighed, adjusting her blue dress. She couldn't help but notice the no-nonsense attitude emanating from the teacher. Good luck to whoever ends up in his class... Where the hell had Master Roshi wandered off to? She knew it was a bad idea to bring him to a high school of all things. The silence in the room became palpable as Chi-Chi tried to conceal her frustration. The clock's ticking seemed to echo louder with each passing second.
"I'm sure he'll come any minute now..."
"Pervy teacher!" Bend over her teacher's desk, her pants on the floor and panty down at her right ankle, legs spread wildly, Erasa took Roshi's eager thrusts against her plump butt. Her tank top was rolled down to ensure her tits shook freely beneath her. Gravity willed them down, making her pink nipples drag against the desk. He wasn't the first man to enjoy her body in exchange for sexual favors; though she usually tried not to go further than a blowjob, but the importance of her request had made her quite willing to give him her pussy this time. "Fuck me with that big log!"
As the geezer continued to pound into her, Erasa felt a sense of freedom wash over her. Though she had her flirtatious persona, she had always been the good girl, the one who followed the rules and kept her desires hidden. But now, in this moment, she could finally let loose and embrace her true nature - that of a filthy, horny slut who wanted to fuck her best friend's crush behind her back.
Master Roshi stood behind her, his shirt open and parted, his pants and boxers lowered slightly to accommodate his cock. He still couldn't believe his was actually nestled inside Erasa. Just how lucky could he be? Her hanging tits proudly showed their suppleness whilst they wobbled from her sides.
"Fucking your new teacher for a passing grade," Roshi wheezed between thrusts, lowering his back so he could whispered into her ear. "You're a dirty slut aren't you?"
"I'm just a dirty slut!" she affirmed, relieved to let her real self come out. "I want my best friend's boyfriend to fuck me behind her back!" Her hands glided over her dangling breasts, tracing the contours of each swollen mound. The sensitive flesh yielded beneath her touch, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Her nipples were hard as pebbles, aching for her touch. She squeezed them between her fingers, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat. The pressure built, and she could feel her arousal mounting with each passing second. Her pussy throbbed in sync with her racing heartbeat, craving release. "Fuck me!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me with everything you have!"
"Heh heh!" The hermit grinned and thrust his cock faster inside her, making gasp in pleasure. "You like that, you little slut?" he asked, pounding into her relentlessly.
"Yes! Dende, yes! Fuck me harder!" With each thrust, Erasa's body shook with pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head as she lost herself in the sensation. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, drooling slightly as she moaned and whimpered like the dirty slut she truly was.
With a groan of frustration, Roshi slowly withdrew himself from her tight heat, feeling every inch of her clench around him as he slid out. She whimpered in frustration as he pulled out, her body craving for more of his touch. "Don't stop," she begged, her voice thick with need. She squirmed and shook her hips in an attempt to draw him back inside her.
"Get on top of me," he ordered, holding her hand as he laid down. They both acted urgently. She mounted him with haste before she could lose her momentum, her legs next to his while she angled him in line with her snatch. She drooped her hips and slid him back into her moist canal. She took him inch by inch, savoring the feeling of being filled to the brim. As Erasa took the old master deeper inside her, she could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of her cervix.
Her thighs were spread next to his waist, sliding against him as she pressed her whole upper body on him, her developed breasts mashing against his chest, gyrating her hips to twist him like a spoon. Like this, their heads were close enough to kiss. Roshi brought his hand to the back of her blonde head and pressed her lips to his. She kissed him eagerly, opening her mouth to grant his tongue passage and swap saliva. Her hips moved akin to thrusts, pressing her labia against his groin, upping her hips slightly before she dropped them again.
With each drop of her hips, their flesh slapped together, creating a delicious symphony of wet, slurping noises that filled the room. His cock slid in and out of her slick tunnel, causing her to moan loudly as she rode him harder and faster. His hands gripped her waist tightly, guiding her movements as she ground herself against him. The friction between their bodies was almost too much to bear, sending waves of pleasure coursing through them both.
As she leaned forward, her large breasts rubbed against his chest, creating even more friction that had them both on the edge of ecstasy. She could feel every vein and ridge of his cock as it throbbed inside her. She increased her pace, bouncing up and down on his length with abandon. The sound of their bodies colliding grew louder, accompanied by the squelching noise of her wetness coating his shaft. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as she approached the edge. She could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps as she thrust harder and faster against his cock.
Though he was a longtime admirer of the women physique, this was the first time Roshi noticed just how... breedable a woman could be. Such a young minx in her absolute prime - big tits and supple ass, her body still untarnished by time - he felt the primal urge to release his seeds inside and impregnate her. His swollen testicles tightened at the thought of sending fertile swimmers into her youthful body. With Marron already his, he didn't mind creating some more little Turtle Hermits to secretly ensure the continuation of his bloodline. Create off-springs all over the world: perhaps that was the true way of the Turtle Hermit!
And besides, if that meant she became dependent of him, he certainly wouldn't mind using those massive knockers as payment for all his financial aid!
"Missy," he wheezed, his mind determined. "I'm cumming!" Erasa moaned loudly as she felt the warmth of his cum filling her womb. His big, thick cock pulsated inside her, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She clenched her inner muscles around him, milking every last drop out of him. Roshi groaned in ecstasy, his hands gripping her wide hips tightly. He could feel his essence spurting deep inside her, claiming her as his own. When he let loose, Roshi didn't bother to sterilize his seeds with his ki. A ditzy teen like this who was easier to get into bed than a pillow? She wouldn't be without child for long whether he bothered to be safe or not. If she was to get pregnant soon, it might as well be with his child. Just to be sure, Roshi empowered his seeds with his ki. She might be easy, but breeding a quality teen like this was a victory in his book regardless. Get pregnant!
As his strengthened jizz hit Erasa's womb – a wave of ecstasy so intense hit her that it took her breath away. Her muscles clenched around him, her back arched wildly, and she let out a loud cry that echoed through the room. "Pervy teacher~!" Her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm, her hips bucking uncontrollably as she came harder than she ever had before. Sweat dripped down her forehead and between her breasts, and her skin flushed red with desire. As she reached the peak of her climax, her back arched high, pushing her large tits up. Her nipples stood erect, jutting out from her chest like two proud mountains. She threw her head back, causing her blonde hair to whip around wildly. Sweat glistened on her skin, running down her neck and chest to pool between her breasts. She came hard, her entire body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Her muscles gave way, and she collapsed onto his body, completely spent and out of breath.
He held her close, stroking her hair gently as she recovered from the intensity of her release. She nuzzled into his chest, her heart pounding against his own, and he could feel the warmth of her skin against his. For a moment, they lay there together in silence, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Then, she lifted her head to look at him, a soft smile playing on her lips.
"That was... incredible," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming out her lust. She could feel his cock lose its potency, dwindling in size until he popped out of her depths. Some jizz spilled out, running down her cunt. Unbeknownst to her, however, most of his seed had already begun its journey deep into her womb. It was a seed so strong, so potent, that no form of contraception could halt its progress.
Even now, as they lay there basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, his sperm was swimming relentlessly towards its destination – her egg. And when it finally reached its target, there would be no turning back. She would carry his child, a living testament to their fervent lovemaking.
And so ended the encounter between the old hermit and the young teenage minx. A chance meeting that would forever change the course of their lives, leading to the impregnation of the naïve yet seductive blonde.
As Chi-Chi stormed out of the school building, still mulling over the frustrating meeting, she was surprised to find Master Roshi waiting outside, sitting on a bench with an animated, almost whimsically blissful expression on his face.
"Roshi, what are you doing out here?" Chi-Chi questioned, her frustration giving way to confusion.
Roshi's eyes sparkled with an odd mix of satisfaction and contentment, his expression now animatedly serene. "Well, Chi-Chi, I thought I'd enjoy the fresh air and take in the scenery while you had your serious talk."
Chi-Chi raised an eyebrow, her annoyance returning. "This is not the time for your antics, Roshi. We have serious matters to address, and you're sitting here like an enlightened monk!
But Roshi, seemingly unfazed, continued to bask in the moment. "Ah, Chi-Chi, sometimes you just need to appreciate the simple joys of life. Like a nice breeze and the sound of birds chirping."
Chi-Chi's frustration became more than evident, her anger now reaching exaggerated levels. Her face turned a shade of bright red, steam practically coming out of her ears. With an exaggerated motion, she raised her arms in the air, her visage transforming into an almost caricatured expression of wrath. Sharpish teeth were visible as she screamed, "Simple joys? This is about Gohan's education! Can't you take anything seriously?"
The volume of her voice was so intense that nearby birds took flight in a flutter of feathers, startled by the sheer force of her rage.
Roshi chuckled animatedly, his blissful demeanor in stark contrast to Chi-Chi's escalating anger. "Now, now, Chi-Chi. No need to let the serious stuff ruin the beauty of the moment." Master Roshi was now a man on a mission. Eighteen already had his child, and it was likely the blonde teen was now with child too. Were there others he could impregnate? The widow hollering at him was an enticing prospect, though perhaps impregnating her would be too much trouble all things considered.
Launch quickly came to mind. As did another suitable candidate. One still young and almost certainly fertile. The goddess of fertility even as far as he was concerned. Perhaps he ought to visit that goddess Maron again sometime soon?
One thing was for sure. Roshi had left high school with a newfound purpose.
The next day...
Erasa strolled into the classroom, her usual overconfidence on full display. She wore that "I've got it all figured out" expression, prompting bewildered glances from her classmates. Even Videl, her best friend, shot her a skeptical look, unaware of Erasa's questionable actions yesterday for an easy algebra class.
Little did Erasa know, her strategy was about to crumble faster than a poorly built house of cards. As she slumped into her seat, the door creaked open, revealing the new algebra teacher – stern, by the books, and with a face that could sour milk.
What?!
"H- Huh?" Erasa's mental record scratch echoed through the room. The teacher standing before her wasn't the agreeable old perv she'd allowed to plow her pussy. Panic set in as her mind. Who was this red pen of doom personified, ready to grade her algebraic misadventures with an ink that struck terror into the hearts of students everywhere?
In a voice that mirrored a mix of confusion and frustration, Erasa muttered, "Wait, what in the world is going on here? Wh- Where's that old geezer from yesterday?!"
Mr. Wana glared at Erasa, who was now as pale as a ghost. It was as if her usual bravado had taken a leave of absence without informing her confidence. The entire class held its breath, anticipating the impending disaster. Desperate to salvage the situation, Erasa flashed a nervous, somewhat forced smile. Her charisma now resembled a balloon losing air.
Unimpressed, the teacher began the lesson without acknowledging her existence.
Erasa sank lower in her seat and dropped her head down. Could her life get any worse?
One short Majin Buu and discovered pregnancy later, that question was answered with a resounding yes.