The air in the cramped apartment hung thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and spilled booze— a heady cocktail that had Krillin's head spinning harder than the tequila back at the bar. His cock, still semi-hard and slick from Kale's greedy pussy, throbbed with renewed vigor as he caught his breath on the couch. At 16 inches of veined, girthy monstrosity, it was a weapon forged in the fires of his Z-Fighter resilience—far beyond what any human should wield, a secret perk from those wild youth-restoring dragon balls or maybe just divine intervention from the Kais. Whatever the source, it had left Caulifla a quivering mess and Kale leaking his cum like a broken faucet. But they weren't done. Not by a long shot.
18 sauntered over from her armchair, her jeans kicked aside, pussy bare and glistening under the lamp's glow. She was a goddess of calculated chaos, her perky C-cup tits straining against her half-unbuttoned shirt, nipples hard as diamonds. "Round two, huh? Look at you girls—Saiyan pride all fucked out already? Krillin's just warming up." She traced a finger along his massive shaft, from the swollen purple head down to the base where his balls hung heavy, still churning with more to give. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and she smeared it like war paint. "This beast... 16 inches of pure ruin. I swear, every time I see it stretch a new slut, I cum without touching myself."
Caulifla, sprawled on her side with thighs slick and trembling, propped herself up on an elbow, her spiky hair a wild halo. Her pussy lips were puffy, red from the pounding, a mix of her squirt and Krillin's load dribbling out in lazy rivulets. But her eyes burned with that unbreakable Saiyan fire. "Ruin? Ha! That was just foreplay, blondie. Felt like a warm-up spar. Gimme more—I'll take that monster and beg for seconds." She reached out, wrapping both hands around his cock—barely encircling the girth—and stroked lazily, marveling at its heat. "Fuck, how do you even walk with this thing? It's thicker than my arm!"
Kale, curled up against Krillin's side, her colossal H-cup boobs heaving with each pant, nuzzled his chest. Those tits were legendary—soft yet firm, spilling over his arm like warm pillows, nipples grazing his skin and sending sparks straight to his groin. She'd always been self-conscious about them in fights, but now? They were weapons of seduction, bouncing free and begging for attention. "It... it hurt so good," she whispered, her voice a husky purr laced with booze. "Felt like you split me in half, Krillin. But I want it again. Deeper this time. Make my pussy remember you forever." She cupped one massive breast, offering it up like a trophy, thumb flicking the nipple until it pebbled harder.
Krillin groaned, his hands roaming— one palming Kale's tit, squeezing the overflowing flesh until she mewled, the other sliding between Caulifla's thighs to finger her cum-soaked folds. "You two are insatiable. Saiyan stamina's no joke. But if we're goin' again... let's make it legendary. Power up. Show me what those forms can do when you're not just blastin' ki."
18's laugh was dark, delighted. She straddled his thigh, grinding her wet pussy against his muscle, marking him with her juices. "Oh, honey, yes. Transform and fuck. I wanna see those auras flare while he wrecks you. Super Saiyan 2 first—lightning cracklin' around that fat cock slidin' in and out. Then 3... god, the hair, the power... ruinin' your tight little cunts while you glow like stars." Her free hand dipped to her clit, rubbing in slow circles as she watched Kale's boob overflow Krillin's grip. "And Kale—use those udders. Titfuck him. Smother that beast between 'em till he paints your chest white."
Caulifla's grin turned feral. "You're on, shorty. But don't hold back—I'll go SSJ2 and ride you till you tap out." Her body ignited in a blaze of golden light, hair spiking sharper, electricity crackling along her limbs like live wires. Super Saiyan 2—raw, aggressive, her muscles taut and defined, pussy clenching visibly as the power surged through her veins. The transformation amped everything: her scent sharper, her skin hotter, her arousal dripping like a faucet. "Feel that? Power's got me hornier than ever. Now fuck me—ram that 16-inch destroyer home!"
She didn't wait, shoving Krillin flat on his back and mounting him reverse cowgirl, her ass cheeks—firm, round, marked with handprints from earlier—facing him as she sank down. Inch by agonizing inch, she impaled herself, the stretch obscene. Her SSJ2 pussy gripped like a vice, walls fluttering with electric pulses that zapped pleasure straight to his core. "Nngh—fuck! So big... splitting my Saiyan slut hole wide open!" Halfway down, she paused, rocking her hips to adjust, juices squirting around his girth. "Look at it—your cock's disappearin' into me. Ruin me, Krillin! Pound up like you're launchin' a Destructo Disc!"
Krillin's hands clamped her hips, thumbs digging into the crack of her ass as he thrust up savagely. The slap of skin on skin echoed, wet and rhythmic, his massive cock bullying deeper until his balls kissed her clit. "Take it, Caulifla! Your pussy's on fire—milkin' me like it wants every drop!" He powered into her, the couch creaking under the force, her SSJ2 aura flaring brighter with each plunge. Lightning danced across their joined bodies, arcing harmlessly but intensifying the sensations—tingles racing up his shaft, making his balls tighten prematurely.
Kale, not one to be sidelined, crawled up his body, her own transformation igniting in a softer glow. Super Saiyan 2 suited her—hair wild and green-tinged gold, eyes fierce but still shyly hungry. She knelt over his face, lowering her dripping pussy to his mouth. "L-Lick me while you fuck her? Please? I... I need your tongue on my clit." Her massive boobs dangled like pendulums, brushing his chest, nipples dragging trails of fire.
Krillin dove in, tongue lashing her folds, sucking her clit with vacuum force honed from years of pleasing 18. "Mmmph—sweet as sin, Kale. Taste your own cum mixed with mine? Grind on me—smother me with that Saiyan snatch." She did, hips bucking, her SSJ2 strength nearly crushing him—but he held firm, fingers spreading her ass to tongue-fuck her hole while his cock ravaged Caulifla below.
18 watched from the side, one hand fisting Kale's ponytail to guide her ride, the other plunging three fingers into her own pussy. "Yes—fuck, look at that lightning show! Caulifla, your ass is bouncin' like a goddamn trampoline. Bounce harder—make those cheeks clap on his hips. And Kale... those tits. Swing 'em. Let him see how they flop while he eats you out." She leaned in, capturing one of Kale's nipples in her mouth, sucking hard enough to draw a scream. "Mmm, so full. Bet they'd leak if he knocked you up with that horse cock."
Caulifla's moans devolved into snarls, her pace frantic, pussy gushing around Krillin's pistoning length. "Shit—gonna cum! Your dick's hittin' my cervix like a meteor! Deeper—ruin my womb, you bald bastard!" She slammed down fully, grinding her clit against his base, and exploded—SSJ2 energy erupting in a shockwave that rattled the windows. Cum sprayed in arcs, soaking his balls, her walls convulsing so hard it nearly pulled his orgasm from him.
But Krillin held back, flipping her off with a growl and pulling out—his cock a glistening tower, veins pulsing, not a drop spilled. "Not yet. Kale—your turn to level up. SSJ3. I wanna feel that full-power grip while I split you."
Kale's eyes widened, but lust overrode fear. She dismounted his face, strings of her cream connecting her pussy to his lips, and powered up further. The room shook as her hair lengthened to her waist in flowing gold, eyebrows vanishing, aura a roaring inferno. Super Saiyan 3—primal, overwhelming, her body amplifying to goddess levels: muscles rippling, boobs swelling even larger, heaving like twin planets as she panted. "O-Okay... but gentle? No—rough. Destroy me with it." She lay back, legs splayed wide, her SSJ3 pussy winking invitingly, folds swollen and begging.
Krillin positioned between her thighs, rubbing his massive head against her entrance. "Gentle? Fuck that. You're a Saiyan legend now—take the whole damn thing." He thrust in slow at first, savoring the exquisite tightness—her transformation making her inner walls undulate like living silk, massaging every inch. "Holy fuck... SSJ3 pussy's unreal. Squeezin' me like a glove—hotter, wetter... gods, Kale!"
She arched, nails raking his back, drawing blood that healed instantly in the heat of battle-lust. "Y-Yes! It's too big—stretching me so wide! More—fuck my brains out, Krillin! Make these tits bounce till they hurt!" Her boobs did just that, flopping wildly with his first deep thrust, slapping her chin as he bottomed out at 16 inches, tip kissing her womb.
He railed her mercilessly, hips a blur, the bed—now relocated to the floor in their frenzy—groaning in protest. "Like that? Yeah? Your cunt's devourin' me—milkin' my cock like it owns it!" Sweat flew, auras clashing in sparks, her SSJ3 power making each plunge feel like fucking a thunderstorm.
Caulifla recovered, crawling over to straddle Kale's face. "Eat me out, Kale—taste how he wrecked me while he wrecks you." She ground down, pussy smearing cum across Kale's lips, who lapped eagerly, moaning into the folds.
18 joined the fray fully now, kneeling behind Krillin to tongue his ass while he pounded, her hands reaching around to fondle his swinging balls. "Pound her, love—feel that SSJ3 clench? She's ruinin' for you already. Cum in her deep—flood that womb till it bulges." Then, to Caulifla: "You jealous? Power up higher, girl. Show 'em God form. Bet that red hair'll make you cum harder than ever."
Caulifla's eyes flashed, the challenge igniting something cosmic. As she watched Krillin's cock disappear into Kale's stretched pussy—lips gripping white-knuckled around the girth, cream frothing at the base—she felt the ritual stir without words, without ceremony. Just pure, orgasmic breakthrough. "Fuck... yes! I can feel it— the power... risin'!" Her body convulsed, not from climax, but ascension. Golden aura exploded into crimson flame, hair turning blazing red, eyes turquoise. Super Saiyan God—divine, ethereal, her skin glowing like embers. The apartment trembled, ki pressure bending reality, but the sex? It intensified a thousandfold.
"Holy shit—Caulifla?!" Krillin gasped, but didn't stop, his thrusts syncing with her new rhythm as she rode Kale's tongue faster. God form made her pussy—now grinding wildly—radiate heat, juices like liquid fire.
"God... I'm a fuckin' goddess now! And your cock did it—pushed me over!" Caulifla screamed, her voice echoing with otherworldly timbre. She came instantly, a geyser of divine nectar flooding Kale's mouth, who swallowed greedily, her own SSJ3 climax building from the taste alone. "Krillin—switch! Fuck the God pussy! Ruin me while I'm ascendin'!"
He pulled from Kale with a obscene schlorp, cock swinging free—coated in layers of their mixed essences—and plunged into Caulifla's waiting heat. God form was paradise: walls rippling with cosmic energy, pulling him deeper than physics allowed, massaging his entire 16 inches in waves of ecstasy. "Fuuuuck—Caulifla! You're... glowing inside! Squeezin' my soul out through my dick!"
She bucked back, reverse impaling with godly force, ass slamming his hips. "Yes! Deeper—split the divine slut! Your human cock's conquerin' a god—cum in me! Breed the red-haired bitch!" Her massive energy waves synced with his thrusts, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through them all.
Kale, bereft but buzzing, latched onto 18, sucking her tits while fingering herself. "S-So intense... her power's makin' me cum without touchin'!" Her SSJ3 boobs pressed against 18's slimmer frame, nipples dueling.
18 moaned, guiding Kale's hand to her pussy. "Finger me while you watch him ruin her. Feel how wet it makes me—my husband's beast claimin' God form. He's gonna flood her—watch those balls tighten."
Krillin couldn't hold. The divine grip, the electric pulses, the sight of Caulifla's red hair whipping like flames—it shattered him. "Shit—cumming! Take it all, God slut! Fillin' your cosmic cunt!" He erupted like a supernova, ropes of thick cum blasting her womb, overflowing instantly in creamy torrents that painted her thighs white. The volume was obscene—gallons, it felt like—his 16-inch cock pulsing visibly as it pumped her full.
Caulifla wailed, God aura flaring to pierce the ceiling, her orgasm a big bang of ecstasy. "Yesss! Hot— so much cum! Ruined... utterly ruined by your mortal dick! More—keep pumpin'!"
Kale shattered next, untouched, her SSJ3 form flickering as she squirted across the floor. 18 followed, grinding on Kale's fingers, cumming with a hiss: "Fuck yes— that's my man. Ruin 'em all."
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs and auras—fading slowly back to base, bodies spent but souls ignited. Krillin's cock, finally softening, slipped free from Caulifla's ruined pussy, a river of cum following.
18 kissed him deep, tasting Saiyan on his lips. "Proud of you, hubby. But... round three? These girls are hooked."
Caulifla chuckled weakly, red hair tousled. "Damn right. Next time... Ultra Instinct."
To be continued...