The summer heat hung heavy over Mount Paozu, the kind that made training shirts stick to skin and turned even the shortest spar into a sweat-soaked ordeal. Goku and Gohan were off on some week-long training trip with Vegeta, leaving the Son house unusually quiet. Chi-Chi had invited Krillin and his family over for a "relaxing weekend," but Android 18 had taken Marron to the city for a father-daughter shopping spree Krillin couldn't be dragged to if his life depended on it.
So here he was: alone with Chi-Chi and Videl, two women who'd spent the morning watching him demonstrate advanced ki control in the yard, shirts discarded, muscles gleaming under the sun. Chi-Chi's eyes had lingered far longer than politeness allowed. Videl, cheeks flushed, kept biting her lower lip every time Krillin flexed without meaning to.
Now, late afternoon, the three of them sat on the engawa sipping iced tea. The silence wasn't awkward; it was charged, thick with something none of them had named yet.
Chi-Chi broke it first.
"You know," she said, fanning herself with a magazine, "Goku's been gone so much these past few years… a woman gets lonely." Her dark eyes slid over Krillin's bare torso, down to the obvious bulge in his loose gi pants. "Very lonely."
Videl nearly choked on her tea. "Mom!"
"What?" Chi-Chi shrugged, unrepentant. "We're all adults. And Krillin, honey, I've known you since you were a bald little monk. You grew up very, very well."
Krillin laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh… thanks? I think?"
Videl set her glass down, folding her arms under her chest (an unconscious move that pushed her sports bra up in a way that made Krillin swallow hard). "It's not like I haven't noticed either," she muttered. "Gohan's amazing, but he's always training or teaching or… asleep. I swear sometimes I could walk into the bedroom naked and he'd just ask if I wanted to review physics notes."
Chi-Chi reached over and patted her daughter-in-law's knee. "See? We're in the same boat. And Krillin… sweet, loyal Krillin… you've got that beautiful wife who scares the hell out of everyone, so we know you're not going to brag."
Krillin's face went scarlet. "Ladies, I'm flattered, really, but 18 would turn me into modern art if she even suspected—"
"She's not here," Chi-Chi cut in softly, standing up and stepping closer until her shadow fell across his lap. "And neither is Goku. Or Gohan. Just us."
She knelt in front of him, hands sliding up his thighs with the confidence of a woman who'd spent decades wrangling Saiyans and knew exactly how to get what she wanted. Videl hesitated only a second before joining her, kneeling on Krillin's other side.
Krillin's breath hitched. "You're both sure about this?"
Chi-Chi's fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants. "Krillin, I have wanted to see what you're hiding under these baggy clothes since the day 18 dragged you home. Humor an old widow."
"You're not old," he croaked.
Videl giggled, nervous but eager. "And I've heard the rumors from Bulma. She said 18 brags. A lot."
With a slow tug, Chi-Chi freed him.
The gi pants slid down, and Krillin's cock sprang out like it had been waiting its entire life for this moment: thick, veiny, a full fifteen inches of rigid, flushed flesh curving slightly upward, the head already glistening.
Both women went perfectly still.
"Oh my gods," Videl whispered, eyes wide. "That… that's not human."
Chi-Chi actually laughed, low and hungry. "No wonder 18 walks around like she owns the planet."
Krillin tried for a joke. "I, uh… eat a lot of protein?"
Chi-Chi wrapped one hand around the base; her fingers didn't even meet. She looked up at him with pure mischief. "Videl, sweetheart, come feel this. It's warm."
Videl reached out, tentative, then bolder, both small hands barely covering half his length. "It's… heavy," she breathed. "And it's throbbing."
Krillin groaned as they started stroking him in tandem, Chi-Chi's grip firm and practiced, Videl's lighter, exploratory. Precum beaded at the tip and Chi-Chi leaned forward without hesitation, tongue flicking out to taste it.
"Salty," she murmured approvingly. "Videl, you have to try."
Videl flushed darker but obeyed, leaning in to swirl her tongue around the fat crown. Krillin's hips jerked.
"Easy," Chi-Chi soothed, petting his thigh. "We've got all afternoon."
They took turns licking and sucking what little they could fit (Chi-Chi managing maybe four inches before her eyes watered, Videl barely three) while their hands pumped the rest. Krillin's head fell back against the pillar, eyes half-lidded, watching the two strongest women he knew worship his cock like it was the most fascinating thing on Earth.
Eventually Chi-Chi stood, peeling off her dress in one smooth motion. Her body was still toned from years of chores and occasional training, breasts full and heavy, hips flaring wide. She straddled Krillin's lap, rubbing the slick head of his cock along her soaked folds.
"I've never had anything close to this big," she admitted, voice husky. "Be gentle at first, okay?"
Krillin nodded dumbly, hands settling on her hips. Chi-Chi sank down slowly (agonizingly slowly) until the head popped inside her. She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Kami… it's splitting me open…"
Videl watched, transfixed, one hand disappearing between her own thighs as she rubbed herself through her shorts. Chi-Chi took another inch, then another, until nearly half of Krillin's monster was buried inside her. Her belly bulged slightly, the outline visible.
"Look at that," she panted, guiding Videl's hand to feel the distension. "He's all the way up here."
Videl whimpered. "I don't know if I can…"
"You can," Chi-Chi said firmly, beginning to ride him with shallow rolls of her hips. "We'll get you nice and ready."
Krillin was losing his mind (the tight, wet heat of Chi-Chi clenching around him, Videl's soft fingers tracing where they were joined, the obscene sounds filling the quiet mountain air). He thrust up instinctively and Chi-Chi cried out, back arching.
"Yes, like that, harder!"
Minutes blurred. Chi-Chi came first, screaming loud enough to scatter birds from the trees, her pussy spasming so hard Krillin had to grip her waist to keep her from falling. When she finally slid off, trembling, a river of her juices coated Krillin's cock and dripped onto the wooden floor.
Videl stared at the gaping, flushed entrance Chi-Chi now had, then at Krillin's glistening length, still rock-hard.
"Your turn, baby," Chi-Chi purred, helping Videl out of her clothes.
Videl's body was lean muscle and soft curves, smaller breasts high and firm, a trim patch of dark hair above slick pink folds. She straddled Krillin nervously, but Chi-Chi guided her, rubbing the fat head against Videl's clit until she was shaking.
"Breathe," Krillin murmured, cupping her face. "We'll go slow."
It still took forever. Videl sobbed with pleasure-pain as inch after inch stretched her impossibly wide. When she finally bottomed out (barely nine inches in, her cervix kissed by the tip), her whole body trembled, a visible bulge pressing up beneath her navel.
"I feel so full," she whimpered. "Like I'm going to break."
"You're perfect," Krillin growled, the last of his restraint snapping.
He flipped her onto her back on the wide engawa bench, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and started fucking her in deep, punishing strokes. Videl screamed, nails raking his back, begging in broken sentences ("More, please, harder, I can take it!").
Chi-Chi knelt beside them, kissing Videl deeply, pinching her nipples, then reaching down to rub the younger woman's clit in tight circles. Videl came with a wail, squirting hard enough to soak Krillin's abs. He didn't stop, pounding her through it until she was limp and babbling.
Only then did he pull out, cock angry red and dripping, and flip Chi-Chi onto all fours. He slammed home in one thrust; she howled, pushing back greedily. Videl crawled underneath them in a daze, licking at Chi-Chi's clit and Krillin's swinging balls with equal enthusiasm.
Krillin's pace turned brutal. The engawa shook. Chi-Chi came again, then again, until she was just a shuddering mess held up by his grip on her hips. When he finally felt his own climax approaching, he pulled out and painted both of them (thick ropes across Chi-Chi's back and ass, Videl's face and tits) until they were glazed and dripping.
They collapsed in a sweaty heap, Krillin in the middle, one woman curled against each side.
Chi-Chi was the first to speak, voice hoarse. "We are absolutely doing this again tomorrow."
Videl, licking cum from her lips, nodded fervently. "Every day until the boys get home."
Krillin groaned, already half-hard again despite everything.
"What have I done?" he muttered.
Chi-Chi nipped his ear. "You've given two neglected housewives the best afternoon of our lives, that's what."
Videl traced lazy circles on his chest. "And we're just getting started."
To be continued…