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The characters don't belong to me. I do own this plotless lemon, now with 100% more bald monk. Takes place during the android saga, during those three years of training. Chichi stays home. Everybody else gets
Goku was resting. He had taken a pounding from Gohan after Piccolo pissed him off, and he hated when the Namekian provoked the boy into tapping that bottomless, untapped well of power. It forced the full-blooded saiyan to fight his own son at Super Saiyan level just to keep pace. He was proud of the kid, honestly. Proud and sore. Every muscle in his body ached from the beating, and his clothes were worse for the wear — shredded in places, barely hanging on in others. The only energy he could detect nearby were the kai signatures of his son and Piccolo, both of them off cooling down somewhere in the trees. The scenery was relaxing. The warm grass, the quiet. The saiyan drifted into a fitful sleep.
What Goku didn't know was that a familiar face was watching him through the bushes — and that another one, a short, bald, grinning one, was about to walk right up the path behind her.
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Bulma had gotten horny from the sight of Goku naked. She'd hiked out to the training grounds expecting to nag him about the gravity chamber, and instead she'd gotten an eyeful of a sleeping saiyan sprawled out like a buffet. She took off her clothing, folded it into a neat little pile, and crept over. She knelt down beside him to get a better look at his cock, already half-swollen against his thigh. The blue-haired woman was hungry for one.
She took the semi-erect shaft into her mouth. It hardened instantly, swelling and rising until it was over a foot of saiyan manhood filling her cheeks. The feel of it being worshipped so shamelessly woke Goku from his sleep. The aroused saiyan smiled. Chichi would *never* have done this for him. She'd gagged on his penis the first and only time she'd tried, complained it was too much for her mouth, and then decided the whole business was beneath her. To make things more interesting for his blue-haired friend, Goku powered up to Super Saiyan one. Now she was sucking on the most powerful cock on the planet, the shaft throbbing with blood and kai, radiating a faint golden heat.
Bulma hummed around the engorged length, working her tongue along the underside. When she felt Goku tense for his climax, she backed off until only the head remained between her lips, and used her tongue to torture the sensitive tip. Feeling that wet muscle play against him, Goku came with a mighty grunt. Gallons of Super Saiyan spunk shot down her greedy throat, and Bulma swallowed it all like she needed it to live.
"Enjoyed that, my cock-hungry Bulma?" he asked, still smiling.
"You know this is cheating on Chichi," she said with a coy little smile.
"She hasn't given me any since the first time I did her, and that was before Gohan was born." He grabbed her and started fondling her large tits. The big nipples hardened instantly, and the still-horny saiyan latched on and suckled them like a calf. Then, sensing she needed no further warm-up, he entered her and set a hard, steady rhythm. He kissed her, probing her mouth with an aggressive tongue while he drove into her. The powerful cock filled her up like nothing ever had. Bulma was regretting not taking advantage of him back when they'd first met. She'd wanted someone who could *romance* her. Now she just wanted someone who could give her a good, hard fuck.
Goku rolled them onto their sides and kept that punishing rhythm. Then the horny woman let out a scream — muffled by his mouth — as something large entered her from behind. It was Gohan's fat nine-inch cock, and the boy was already pumping her unlubricated ass. Goku looked over his shoulder at his son as the boy worked himself in to the base.
'Damn, you go, Gohan,' he thought, still drilling her pussy, which was gripping him like a fist. She came so many times she thought she was going to die from it.
"Gohan, she's too wet down here for me to keep going. I keep slipping out of her. We need to lick her dry. You suck on her tits, and I'll take her pussy." Goku slid down her body and put his mouth to work, lapping up the fluids still leaking out of her. Gohan happily latched onto her diamond-hard nipples.
Bulma couldn't believe the two of them were pleasuring her at once — father at her cunt, son at her chest. Goku was getting tired, though. Fucking her as a Super Saiyan and then drinking her down was a lot, and there was still a *flood* of pussy juice to get through.
"Gohan, take the rest. I've got to take a break," he said, and flopped back to watch his son go to work.
Gohan tickled her clit with his tongue until she was bucking, then aimed his cock at that over-sexed pussy and rammed it home. She moaned — and before he could get too far, he stopped. He wanted something else.
"Suck on me like you did to my dad," Gohan demanded.
"Well, it's only fair. I gave your dad a blowjob, so you shouldn't be left out," she said, taking his nine inches into her warm mouth while he sat astride her.
But before he could finish there, Gohan decided he wanted to come inside her. He put his cock back in that saturated snatch and started pumping hard. He was smaller than his father, but the boy had clearly *studied* him, because he used that exact same brutal, fast pace. Goku, recovered now, got up and jammed his cock into Bulma's already-sore ass.
With both saiyans inside her, they thrust in perfect tandem. She came again and again as the two cocks hammered both entrances in sync.
"Damn, you're so hot and tight in here," Gohan grunted, picking up speed. Bulma just smiled and moaned like a bitch in heat.
And then —
"Hey! You guys started without me!"
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Bulma's eyes rolled toward the path. Standing there, shorts already around his ankles, was Krillin. Short, bald, six dots on his forehead, and a cock that made her forget how to breathe.
It was *fifteen inches.*
Not twelve like Goku's. Not nine like Gohan's. A solid, veiny, monster fifteen inches — thick as her wrist, hanging with a weight that said the little monk had been training something *other* than his kamehameha for the last three years.
"Krillin, when the hell did —" Goku started.
"Spent the last two years on King Kai's planet. Different gravity," Krillin said with a shrug, grinning ear to ear as he stepped out of his shorts. "Does things to a man."
Bulma pulled off both cocks and crawled toward him like a woman possessed. She got one hand around it and couldn't even close her grip. She brought her mouth to the tip and immediately understood she was out of her depth. She had to *unhinge* her jaw just to take the head, and the first six inches alone stretched her lips wide.
"Careful," Krillin laughed. "Took me a while to get used to it too."
She worked him down as far as she could, gagging and drooling, both hands jerking the rest of the shaft. Behind her, Goku and Gohan watched with a mix of admiration and mild humiliation.
Bulma popped off, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to his cockhead. "Where have you been all my life?"
"Trying to get tall enough to reach the sink," he said, and then he grabbed her hips, spun her around, and bent her over.
He didn't warm up. He didn't tease. Krillin lined that fifteen-inch monster up against her soaked, well-fucked pussy and pushed in with one long, brutal stroke.
Bulma screamed. Not a moan — a *scream.*
The first nine inches spread her like she was made of butter, and then he kept going, kept *going*, until he bottomed out somewhere she didn't know she had. He pulled back and slammed in again. Faster than Goku. Faster than Gohan. Harder than both of them combined, driving with that short, powerful body, hips snapping like a machine.
"Oh my god — Krillin — *harder* —" she gasped.
So he went harder.
He fucked her like a man with something to prove, which he absolutely did, right in front of the two saiyans who'd been born with everything. Every thrust rattled her whole body. Her huge tits swung wildly beneath her, and Krillin reached around and grabbed one, squeezing the heavy flesh, pinching the nipple, and then yanking her upright so he could bury his face in her cleavage while he pounded her from behind.
"That's it," he growled against her skin. "Biggest cock you've ever had, and you know it."
"Yes — *yes* —" she sobbed.
Goku and Gohan exchanged a look. Then they shrugged and moved in to help, because a woman being fucked within an inch of her life still has two hands, two tits, and a mouth.
Gohan crawled underneath and sucked on one nipple while Krillin squeezed the other. Goku knelt in front of her and fed her his cock, which she took sloppily while Krillin wrecked her from behind. She was completely surrounded. Completely filled. Completely ruined.
Krillin switched angles — lifting her by the hips like she weighed nothing and driving down into her at a brutal, relentless pace that had her coming over and over, each orgasm rolling into the next until she was just one long continuous wave of pleasure. Sweat slicked her whole body. Her thighs shook. She bit down on Goku's cock just to have something to hold onto.
"Gonna —" Krillin grunted.
"Inside," she managed. "*Inside.*"
Krillin buried himself to the hilt and came with a roar, dumping load after load into her, his whole body shuddering with it. The sheer volume pushed some of it back out around his shaft and down her thighs. He held her there, twitching, until she'd wrung out every drop.
When he finally pulled free, that enormous, softening cock slid out with a wet sound, and Bulma collapsed flat onto her stomach in the grass, gasping, boneless.
Goku finished in her mouth a second later. Gohan, not to be outdone, flipped her over and pumped into her pussy one last time — now sloppy and overflowing with Krillin's spunk — and came too. Then he collapsed beside her.
The four of them lay there in a heap of tangled limbs, breathing hard. The two saiyans wrapped their arms protectively around Bulma. Krillin flopped across her legs and rested his head on her hip.
"That was fun," Goku said, to the sky.
"That was *insane*," Bulma corrected, still trembling.
Then Goku remembered something, and turned his head to look at the bald monk.
"Don't tell Chichi about this."
"Yeah, she'd kill all three of us," Gohan added, smothering his face into Bulma's cleavage like a man who'd finally found peace.
Krillin propped himself up on one elbow. "Tell her what? I was just out here doing push-ups."
"You were *not* doing push-ups."
"Close enough."
Bulma laughed so hard it hurt, and somewhere in the trees, Piccolo opened one eye, decided he wanted no part of whatever that was, and went back to meditating.