The next morning, the Son house smelled like coffee, miso, and satisfied women.
Chi-Chi was humming in the kitchen, wearing nothing but one of Goku's old orange gi tops (unbuttoned, hanging open, the hem barely covering her ass). Videl sat at the table in Krillin's spare training shirt, legs crossed, cheeks still flushed, sipping tea like she'd discovered the meaning of life.
Krillin himself had tried to sneak out at dawn for a "training flight," but the two of them had dragged him back to bed for round three (and four). He was currently napping on the couch, shirtless, gi pants slung low, looking thoroughly wrecked.
That was when the front door slid open without a knock.
"Hellooo? Chi-Chi, I brought that new gravity-room prototype Goku asked for—"
Bulma Briefs stopped dead in the doorway, capsule case in one hand, sunglasses pushed up into her blue hair.
Chi-Chi turned, absolutely beaming. "Bulma! Perfect timing."
Videl waved cheerfully, not bothering to close her legs under the table. "Morning, Bulma-san."
Bulma's sharp eyes took in everything in two seconds flat: Chi-Chi's obvious sex hair, the love bites on Videl's neck, the way both women were glowing like they'd spent the night plugged into a pleasure reactor. Then her gaze landed on Krillin, sprawled out and marked up like a scratching post.
She closed the door behind her with deliberate calm.
"Okay," she said, setting the capsule case down. "Someone start talking. Because I haven't been fucked properly in five months, Vegeta is off training with Goku again, and I swear if you two have been holding out on me…"
Chi-Chi and Videl exchanged a look and burst into giggles.
Chi-Chi crooked a finger. "Come with us."
Ten minutes later the three women were crowded into the master bedroom, door locked, curtains drawn. Krillin was still half-asleep on the couch and had no idea what was coming.
Bulma sat cross-legged on the bed while Chi-Chi and Videl knelt in front of her like conspirators.
"It's Krillin," Videl said without preamble, cheeks pink but voice steady. "He's… huge."
Bulma arched a perfect eyebrow. "Define huge."
Chi-Chi held her hands apart (way, way apart). "Fifteen inches. Thick as my wrist. And he lasts for hours."
Bulma's mouth actually dropped open. "You're shitting me."
"Want to see?" Videl asked, already reaching for her phone. She pulled up a video she'd secretly recorded the night before (Krillin on his back, Chi-Chi riding him reverse cowgirl, her belly distended with every thrust, both of them moaning like animals).
Bulma watched in total silence for thirty seconds, eyes getting wider and wider. When Chi-Chi came on screen with a scream, Bulma let out a slow, shaky breath.
"Jesus Christ."
Chi-Chi grinned like a cat with cream. "We've been taking turns since yesterday. He's literally asleep right now because we wore him out. Again."
Bulma stood up, already unbuttoning her blouse. "Wake. Him. Up."
Krillin came stumbling into the bedroom five minutes later, rubbing his eyes, wearing only his boxers.
"Hey, Bulma, when did you—"
He froze.
Bulma was naked except for a black lace thong and a predatory smile. Chi-Chi and Videl flanked her, both stripped down again, eyes bright with anticipation.
"Strip," Bulma ordered.
Krillin looked at Chi-Chi. "You told her?"
Chi-Chi just smirked. "You're a walking public service, sweetie."
Videl crawled forward and tugged his boxers down. His cock (already half-hard from morning wood) sprang free and rapidly filled to its full, monstrous fifteen inches under three pairs of hungry eyes.
Bulma actually whispered, "Holy fuck," and dropped to her knees.
She wrapped both manicured hands around the base, lips brushing the tip reverently.
"I have literally built machines smaller than this thing," she muttered, then opened wide and took him in.
Krillin groaned, hands tangling in her teal hair as Bulma worked the head with her tongue, cheeks hollowing. She managed five inches on the first try (more than either of the others had on their first go), humming appreciatively at the taste.
Chi-Chi and Videl weren't idle. Chi-Chi knelt behind Bulma, kissing her neck, rolling her nipples between experienced fingers. Videl slid underneath Krillin, licking his balls and the underside of his shaft wherever Bulma's mouth wasn't.
Bulma pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him fast and sloppy.
"I need this inside me. Right now."
She pushed Krillin onto the bed, straddled him, and rubbed the fat head through her dripping folds. She was already soaked (five months of frustration will do that).
"Condom?" Krillin managed.
"I'm on the pill and I want to feel every inch raw," Bulma snapped. "Hold still."
She sank down.
Slowly. Painfully slowly. Bulma's eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream as inch after thick inch disappeared inside her. When she finally bottomed out (ten solid inches buried, her lower belly sporting a ridiculous bulge), she let out a broken laugh.
"I can feel him in my throat," she gasped.
Then she started riding him like a woman possessed, hips snapping, breasts bouncing wildly. Chi-Chi straddled Krillin's face, grinding her pussy against his mouth while Videl knelt beside Bulma, sucking on her clit and occasionally licking where Krillin's cock was stretching her impossibly wide.
Bulma came in under two minutes, screaming loud enough to rattle the windows, squirting all over Krillin's abs. She didn't stop (just slowed, shuddering through the aftershocks, then picked up speed again).
"Again," she demanded. "I want another one. I want ten."
Krillin growled, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her back without pulling out. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and started pounding (deep, punishing strokes that made her whole body jolt).
"Yes, yes, fuck, like that, don't you dare stop—"
Chi-Chi and Videl took turns kissing her, muffling her screams, fingering each other while they watched Krillin wreck the smartest woman on Earth.
Bulma came again (harder), then a third time when Krillin reached down to rub her clit in tight circles. By the fourth orgasm she was babbling nonsense, tears of overstimulation streaking her mascara.
Krillin finally pulled out, cock glistening with her juices, and the three women pounced. They licked him clean together (Bulma deep-throating as far as she could, Chi-Chi and Videl taking turns on his balls and shaft) until he was ready again.
Round two had Bulma on all fours, Krillin behind her slamming home while she ate Chi-Chi out and Videl sat on Chi-Chi's face. Round three was Bulma riding reverse cowgirl while the other two held her legs spread wide, taking turns licking her clit and Krillin's cock as it pistoned in and out.
By the time the sun was high in the sky, Bulma had lost count of her orgasms. She lay sprawled across Krillin's chest, panting, covered in sweat and cum, his slowly softening cock still half-buried inside her.
Chi-Chi kissed her temple. "Welcome to the Krillin Recovery Program."
Videl giggled, tracing lazy patterns in the mess on Bulma's stomach. "Membership is lifelong."
Bulma let out a weak, delirious laugh. "Remind me to send Vegeta on more training trips."
Krillin, utterly spent, could only manage a thumbs-up.
To be continued…