The Adventures of the Legendary Super Pervert!

BY : Cool Burn
Category: Dragon Ball Z > General
Dragon prints: 18552
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Dragon Ball franchise, nor do i make any money from this story.

A/N: I'm back! I wrote chapters 6, 7 and 8 at the same time, which is why they could all be published relatively soon after the other. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for chapter 9. From this point on, nothing has been written yet, so expect a longer time between uploads from here on out.

Without wanting to say too much or overhype your expectations, this might be my new favorite chapter.

Last time, Roshi discovered that using his martial art techniques for vile purposes wasn't as bad a thing as he initially thought, succeeding in ravaging the seductive Ranfan. Not only that, he even managed to uncover where Bulma lived. With such delicate information now in his possession, what's next for our favorite hermit? Read further to find out!

Warning: lemon

Chapter 8: Getting Raunchy with Panchy

In the metropolis known as West City, an elderly pervert roamed the streets. He leaned on his cane, his posture withered from time. If a bystander happened to look at him as they passed him by, they wouldn't think they were locking eyes with one of the strongest men on the planet – the current champion of the Tenkachi Budokai even. Only one week prior, the geezer won the tournament under the heavens and added Ranfan's panty to his trophy cabinet. He still wasn't sure of which of these two accomplishments he was proudest.

Though he hadn't been in such a bustling city in ages, Master Roshi knew about the many temptations it offered. At every corner, another beautiful woman would walk past him. He felt like he could explode with desire! Blonde or brunette, black or white, short or tall, curvy or flat; whatever your preference, it didn't matter. This city had it all! Why had he opted to stay secluded on his island for decades when all the full-figured marvel he'd pined for all this time was accumulated here? It he hadn't been immortal, he would've called his life a failure.

He tried to pay no attention to the splendor. He was not here to loiter. The old man had come to West City with a mission: to find Bulma Briefs. The teen stunner had given him so many memories and had awoken his dormant desires that had been long forgotten to him by giving him the first flashes of skin and stimulation to his groin in decades and set him on his current path of becoming proactive with women and enjoying each and every inch of their magical and curvaceous bodies for as long as he breathed. For a pervert like him, that was the true definition of heaven on Earth. Collecting and perusing dirty magazines and watching raunchy shows were fine activities to pass the time, but they were never meant to quench his lustful desires.

His wizened body ached with a raging passion for a third meeting with the nubile girl. Ever since their reunion at the Tenkachi Budokai, Master Roshi couldn't get Bulma out of his head. Her sweet scent, her ripened curves, and of course her zealous reactions to his length and width whilst he experienced her narrow walls. Even in her teens, her splendid breasts were already a handful. She was absolutely perfect for the insatiable elder. As he told her the day he'd thrusted his hips against her groin, he could fuck her body forever. Unfortunately, unlike the last two times they'd shared in lechery, he didn't have any rare items to bargain with this time; no trinket hanging around his neck, no technique to extinguish a fire. What he did have, however, was a location: Capsule Corporation in West City.

As long as he could keep his objective Bulma in mind, he could resist the abundance of feminine allure in West City... probably. A sudden quiver with his hands to create a gush of wind to blow a girl's skirt up, a subtle rub of a woman's behind with his groin as he squeezed himself past her in the crowd, his accidental dive head first into a bombshell's cleavage as he tripped, the accompanying motorboating completely incidental as well; that was all he did as he made his way to Capsule Corp.

Being a hermit meant that he wasn't as modern as he could be; otherwise, the last name of the girl should've rang a bell the first time he heard it. Unless you were a hermit like Roshi or grew up in a forest far from civilization like Son Goku, everyone knew about the Briefs family. They created the Capsules that had made life more comfortable than ever before. With a few well-timed jumps, he settled himself on the rooftop of one of the bigger buildings in the city. From here, he could see everything, and the yellow, oval building planted at the center of the metropolis with its blue 'Capsule Corporation' letters was all he needed to figure out his path. He picked up his steps, his destination clear. "Heh heh!"

Here I come, Bulma!

There were no more hinderances! Well, aside from Bulma herself...

Even with the name of the building in his head, it had still taken a while for Master Roshi to find Capsule Corporation. He whistled, impressed by the giant marvel. Bulma was quite fortunate to live in such an immense estate. Thinking back on it, she did mention that she came from a wealthy family when they first met. This girl could probably buy anything she wanted... he doubted he had anything in his possession that could persuade her to indulge him. This... was going to be difficult. Still, he was confident that he could make something out of this. So far, going in without a plan had worked wonders for him. As long as he had his intuition, he had a shot. Even though he didn't have any plan whatsoever in mind – maybe she would just choose to grant him a sexual kindness from the bottom of her heart? – Roshi pressed the doorbell and hoped for the best.


He was not prepared for who unveiled herself as she opened the door. If he had been he would've brought a camera.

She was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid his eyes on. Roshi took a moment to size up the blonde woman that had opened the door. Roshi grunted deeply as he took note of her buxom assets, stretching out the front of her orange tube top, emphasized even more by her otherwise thin frame. They seemed like they could pop out of her tight top at any moment. And her jeans... they were hugging her wide hips so tight like they were a second skin~! Was... was this the girl's mother?! Bulma was a young and excitable woman, but her mother was a true knockout as well. She had beautiful curves in all the right places. Bulma still had some growing to do if she wanted to reach her mother's voluptuous level. The only uncanny thing about her were her eyes that refused to open.

"Can I help you?" she asked with a voice so sweet he almost melted.

The old man adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose as he ogled the curvaceous woman. He was speechless, his perverted mind already working overtime. Kami, the things he would do to this woman... He could imagine grabbing her top and yanking it down, her tits surging out and jiggling into place. They were without a doubt the biggest pair of knockers he'd seen since starting his quest – scratch that, these were some of the biggest mounds he'd ever seen period! He would go so far as to call them udders. He supposed the mermaid who Goku brought back with him when he gave him and Krillin the assignment of bringing home a busty babe came close, but this buxom wonder had even her beat. Unaware of his impure thoughts, the woman asked him if he was all right. Shaking his head to clear his thought, he uttered, "Huh? Sorry I was just wondering... Is Bulma here?"

"Oh!" She seemed to cheer up instantly at the mention of her daughter, clasping her hands together. "Are you a friend of Bulma? Come on in!"

Not one to turn down such a pleasant invitation – especially from such a babe! – Roshi heedlessly stepped inside. The house seemed even bigger on the inside. He stayed behind her as he followed her to the living room, if only to inspect her scrumptious backside. As expected, her ass matched the mass of her breasts. He groaned as he took note of the hardness that emerged to poke against the fabric of his pants. "You must be Son Goku?" Mrs. Briefs asked as she took a seat on the sofa – which looked as comfortable as it looked expensive – and gestured him to do the same.

"Son Goku?" He had an inkling of who she was talking about, but how could she possibly confuse him with a young boy? "No, I'm not Son Goku. My name is Roshi. I'm the master of the Turtle School."

"Oh!" She nodded in understanding. "To be honest, I thought you looked a bit old for a twelve-year old." The old master laughed sheepishly. She was either a jester or very oblivious. For his own plans, he hoped it was the latter. "My name is Panchy, by the way." She bowed in respect; impulsively, as the blonde bent forward, his eyes zeroed in on her bust. He was throbbing now. They were so large... They'd easily fill his entire...

The room was getting rather hot...

He cleared his throat and tried to deny his perverted urges. He wasn't here for the mother, no matter how beautiful and curvy. "So where is Bulma anyway?" He tried to keep his priorities in order, but his eyes did not leave the blonde's chest.

"She's upstairs with her boyfriend," Panchy clarified with no worry in her voice whatsoever. Clearly, she didn't see any harm in leaving two teenagers of the opposite sex unsupervised. Another point for the oblivious bracket. "When Bulma suddenly left this summer saying she was going to find some wish-granting balls, I joked that she should wish me a new, handsome man once she had all of them, but I never thought she'd actually take one home with her! Unfortunately, she decided to keep him all to herself." Roshi groaned with dismay. So that selfish Yamcha fellow was here too. That... complicated things. "Bulma told me not to come upstairs, so I've been cleaning some family photos to pass the time."

As she handed him one of the photos, Roshi could recognize two of the four figures. One was Bulma, though she looked much younger. She was likely a toddler back then and looked nothing like the voluptuous minx she was now. The older blonde was Panchy, who looked the exact same as she did now. He raised his brow. Wasn't this supposed to be a photo of over a decade ago? She seemed to be untouched by time. The only man in the photo was most likely Panchy's husband and the father of Bulma. But... "I recognize Bulma, but who's the blonde girl with the colorful beanie?"

"Oh, that's Tights! Our oldest daughter and Bulma's older sister," Panchy elaborated with a big smile. From the glow of her smile alone, Roshi could tell how much her daughters meant to the mother. "That girl just can't sit still. Last I heard of her was that she was hanging out on some secluded island. I think she writes science fiction stories now."

Bulma has an older sister? That was worth remembering. Blonde and beautiful like her mother, but not as curvaceous. Bulma, it seemed, had won that genetic skirmish. Having said that.. she was absolutely stunning. Suffice to say he wouldn't mind if she ever came to his secluded island. But Kami... It seemed that all women of the Briefs family won in the gene pool. Not to mention the effect they had on his body... By now, he was starting to sweat.

Actually, if this photo was made more than a decade ago, and Tights was a teenager back then, then just how old was the buxom lady in front of him? She didn't seem a day over twenty, but...

Still, her skin was so smooth and her assets didn't seem to hang whatsoever. What kind of magical creature was she? She had beautiful features, and had such a blessed rack and plump bottom, too. And she smelled so nice... Why, he could spent the entire day eyeballing her incredible...

No! He jolted up from the couch, eccentrically shaking his head. He needed to find Bulma. She was the one he came for, not her mother! The mother was old, and he wanted a young and exciting treat to appease him! She was merely a temptation Kami had designed to trick him! These were the lies he told himself to try to resist Panchy.

They didn't work whatsoever.

He had to get away! Talking to Panchy had made him heated, and Bulma needed to remedy this... fast!

Master Roshi had stiffly excused himself from Panchy's presence, shamelessly ogling her massive rack as if it was the final time he could do so before he made his way to the staircase leading to Bulma's room. As Roshi reached the stairs that connected to the upper floor, his ears started to pick up faint sounds. They were bucking sounds, as if a heavy object was stirred to and fro overzealously. Considering Bulma asked Panchy not to come upstairs while she was there alone with Yamcha, he had a pretty good inkling of what was going on. As his feet brought him closer to the stairs, the heavy tremors intensified. He pressed his shoes on the wooden staircase, and each step up made it harder to hear the shrieking of the stairs beneath him. As he reached the top he began to chase the origin of the sounds.

As he arrived at the door leading to one of the bedrooms, his hands came up to clench the doorknob before opening the door slightly and peaking inside. As expected... jealousy filled the old perv's heart. Disheveled clothes were scattered around the room, the sounds of the squeaking bed overpowered by the grunts and moans of the two teens atop of it. Bulma was down on all fours on the mattress with Yamcha clumsily pounding his groin against her backside. From his current angle, Roshi couldn't see much of Bulma's unveiled curves, forced to watch the taut buttocks of Yamcha...

"Bulma...!" Yamcha had wrapped his arms around her slender midsection. He didn't pull back very far, keeping his movements akin to a dog humping a person's leg. Luckily, the genius did not object to his unorthodox thrusts. "Shit...! You're so tight~!" This was bad. They had only just started and already he was about to nut...

"Why thank you!" She giggled heartily at his compliment. Her body truly was incredible~! Less incredible however was Yamcha – or his technique, to be more specific. She could find the experience somewhat enjoyable, but his thrusts were far too erratic; lacked control. She supposed he filled her nicely, though he certainly wasn't as big as that old man and his absurd cock. Wait why was she thinking about that old man again? "Oh Kami... Not again…" she muttered. As disgusted as she was with herself, her body reacted positively at the thought of the salacious geezer.

"B- Bulma!" Yamcha wheezed in disbelief. "You've tightened up even more!

"Sh- shut up!" Bulma admonished her boyfriend, a fervent blush on her cheeks. Did… did thinking about the old perv's cock make her tighten up again? No! No way it did! Yamcha must have just hit the right spot for once, she assured herself before quickly banishing the old perv from her mind. Kami, I really need to stop thinking about him in times like these...

Yamcha tried his best, but... "Harder," she'd command from time to time to the poor boy who did all he could to pleasure her, lifting his hands from her waist to massage her swaying tits. When she felt the first spurts of cum enter her body, however, she groaned with disappointment. It seemed that her orgasm would elude her once again. "Ugh... You're miserable!"

Neither heard the sounds of a door closing behind them.

Master Roshi felt conflicted as he made his way back to the living room. On one hand, watching two people go at it with him as the hidden voyeur was arousing, but he still felt his frustration stirring. What was Bulma doing with such a feeble guy? It was obvious that Yamcha could not satisfy her sexually, so what was she doing? It baffled him. Talk about an iniquity...

Still, thought he hadn't thought it possible he was even more stimulated now than when he left Panchy... He was worked up, and someone needed to take care of hid predicament.

"Ooh! Back already?" Panchy was watering the plants, leaning forward slightly to reach the greenery with her watering can. In this position, her bountiful ass was presented to him as if she was showing off her ampleness. In didn't do much to revert his heated state. "Oh my... I didn't think Bulma and Yamcha were so busy that they didn't even want to see their friends..."

With Yamcha here too, Bulma was unattainable for now. It wasn't like the boy would be hard to get rid of, but he couldn't really try and persuade Bulma to have some fun with him with Yamcha sitting right next to her. This… changed things.

Roshi licked his lips as he ogled Panchy's terrific rump. And her tits...! His brow furrowed in deep contemplation. She might not have been whom he came for today, but there was no denying the urges this woman had brought about in his body. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. He stole a not-so-secretive glance at her generous cleavage when the blonde turned to him and smiled innocently. Should he...? Master Roshi concentrated and stayed silent as he pondered, unable to pry his eyes away from the large, round objects hidden behind her top.

Big tits, protruding butt... Considering the age of her oldest daughter, she was likely a bit older than what he usually went for, but her body was incredible. The day wasn't going like he had in mind, but... Why was he even thinking about it? He was only kidding himself. Of course he was going to do it!

In a flash, he was next to her. Panchy yelped when he snagged her around the midsection to pull her down onto his lap on the couch they both fell on; her eyes opened in surprise for the first time before closing again. He gave her a toothy grin. "Your daughter made me feel all heated you know." Then he glanced down at her chest, his smile widening when he brazenly slid his hand up from her stomach to finally caress the suppleness of her bountiful bosom, much to her shock. "As her mother, you should take responsibility for her actions!"

"Wha- what are you doing?" she shrieked as he touched her breasts all too suddenly. Her daughter? What did Bulma have to do with any of this? And why was he touching her? She wiggled defiantly against his grasp. Unfortunately for Panchy, when Roshi's mind was set, there was virtually no stopping him. Panchy's breath hitched and a bead of sweat trickled from her brow when his strong, callous hand began to squeeze and massage her tits with familiar caresses. Just what was going on here?! L- Let go!" She doubted he'd heard her, happily chortling to himself.

Panchy was a fool if she thought Roshi would ever willingly let go of such a handful of springy flesh. For all the women he'd been with since reawakening his perverted desires, Panchy was without a doubt the bustiest. He wouldn't let go even if he was offered a million zeni! "Your tits are amazing, Panchy." He poked her tit playfully, pushing against its weight. "They're really soft," he observed, smiling at her. A reluctant moan left her throat as his forefinger and thumb rolled her nipple as it began to poke against her tube top. "They're soo nice~! They're much bigger than Bulma's!"

Bulma's? What was he talking about? Why was he talking about her daughter again? Mrs. Briefs pursed her lips and turned away with cheeks flaming red. She'd never been apprised like this before; Mr. Briefs loved her very much, but he wasn't one to compliment her so. It was embarrassing, but exciting at the same time. It had been a while since her husband had given her any attention and her hands didn't generate this kind of feeling when she took care of her needs herself. Wait, why was she having such thoughts? She needed to get his hands away from her!

"I want to see them up close, Panchy!" Before Panchy could register Roshi's words, the wind reached her jugs as her top was joinked down to reveal her udders. No bra! Roshi watched them, noticing how her massive breasts surged into view and jiggled into place.


"Heh heh!" Had his shades not been so important to him, he surely would've thrown them aside so that he could remember those memorable knockers even more. "So... big!" he pointed out the obvious. His eyes widened to match the fun bags he was leering at. "Heh heh! These are incredible, Panchy!"

"Wh… whaaat?!" Panchy's head shook fiercely in protest. Like most women, Panchy preferred not to wear a bra, finding the encasing to press uncomfortably against her ample bust. Her body immediately felt the gentle breeze that floated through the room, but that was swiftly replaced with warmth as her flushed face stood ablaze with embarrassment from the sudden exposure of her breasts! "Nooo!" The squirming of her body only served to emphasize the springiness of her bosoms. They swayed enticingly from side to side for Roshi's enjoyment. "Kyaa!" she screeched as a pair of hands suddenly rose to claim them in eager palms. His hardening member grew and poked against her ass while he played with her tits. She tried to ignore it, but to no avail. A hard cock... it had been so long...

"They're so soft, Panchy!" Roshi gushed as his flitting fingers sunk into the springy flesh. Pushing them up, he marveled at the way they swelled, the abundant flesh spilling down the sides, his hands unable to contain them . "Heavy too~!" He enjoyed the way they wobbled back into place when he dropped them. He prodded and squeezed, kneading them as if they were made of dough, reveling at the soft texture. With his thumbs, he flickered against the sensitive tips. He chuckled while Panchy protested. She obviously didn't mind as much as she said, opting to stay in place while he played with her jugs.

Another man, Panchy thought. Another man than her husband was fondling her breasts. She was filled with shame, but... she could not help but enjoy the old man's talents. Now, her body was naturally craving more. Though she loved her husband, he could get so caught up in his experiments. Once a theory formed in his head, he forgot all about his family and worked until he could prove his mind to his peers. It meant Panchy spent a lot of her time alone – including in the bedroom...

The old man's hands were so warm, almost sizzling against her breasts. "Geez...'' Panchy had to admit his large hands filled her ample breasts much better than she ever could during those lonely nights alone in her chambers, even if he couldn't cradle all of her at once. She grunted as he molested her tender bust, squeezing her breasts together, jiggling the heavy knockers with his palms. Already, his treatment of her chest had the desired effect on her: her body was breaking out with goosebumps and her nether lips dampened her undergarment. Her legs squeezed together when she felt her crotch moisten with need. She winced audibly when he pinched her sensitive nipples. A reluctant moan left her throat as his forefinger and thumb rolled her nipple.

She hadn't even realized that one hand was on the move, gliding down her taut stomach and down to her crotch. She felt her breath to be stilled as his fingers slipped through her jeans, spreading the unbuttoned opening to slip to her crotch. She mewled softly when she felt his fingers meet her panty-clad sex. The stimulation on her chest had made her panties feel incredibly moist and her pussy very sensitive. She hissed him to stop when he crept down to the apex of her legs. "R- Roshi…" she breathed softly. She felt her heart beat rapidly against her chest. Her hand came up to latch onto his arm and pry him away from her leg, but halted as she came halfway. Why? Why was she so complying?

Roshi could feel the heat radiating from her damp panty. But when it came to touching the wet fabric, he stopped. "Wh- what's wrong…?" he heard the panting blonde ask as he distanced his hand from her panty. He grinned wildly and coiled the stiff nipple still in his possession; she was basically asking him why he stopped. Well, if she really wanted him to, then who was he to deny her? His middle and index fingers played with her panty's waistband until she felt him slip through. Her lips parted to protest, but closed before she could utter anything even resembling an objection; all that escaped her mouth were the fast breaths of anticipation as his fingers trekked ever closer to her sex.

Roshi could feel the neatly-trimmed tuft of blonde hairs as he scraped past her pubic region. The heat emanating from her crotch radiated against his skin. She stuttered her denial when he joked how wet she was. Of course, she wasn't the only one excited. His hardened cock had been throbbing with desire ever since Panchy had opened the damn door! But alleviating that area could wait for now. There was still much to be done with the succulent blonde sitting on his lap.

Panchy whimpered as his fingers brushed against her sensitive folds. Though anticipated, the first real touch of his fingers against her drenched lips still came with great satisfaction for her. His other hand still played with her tits, squeezing the full, soft skin of her chest. "Roshi…~" she moaned his name as he teased her, sluggishly caressing her tender labia. His fingers quickly became saturated from her leaking sex. Roshi moaned as her body rocked against his groin while he tickled her loins. She could feel his hard member grind against her as she twisted her hips.

With index and middle finger on either side of her petals, he parted them. He knew what she wanted, even if she didn't have the will to ask him. "Ahn!" the blonde yipped when his finger suddenly punctured her, hands balling into fists at her sides. Her walls clenched him tightly in affirmation of how much she wanted him. There wasn't much room to stretch, boasting her tightness, but that didn't stop Roshi from managing to probe a second finger in. No wonder Bulma felt like a virgin when he ploughed her. Even after two children the girl's mother was still as tight as they came. "You're so tight…" he uttered in disbelief. It was hard to imagine considering the high-quality woman she was but... maybe her husband didn't have time for her?

Panchy nodded hesitantly at his compliment. She pleaded him to stop, but he bore right through, sinking into his knuckles before pressing her swollen walls apart. Perspiration dripped down her head. God, when was the last time she had felt this heated? She felt his fingers curl inside her depths, searching for a very specific spot. She sobbed loudly when he found her g-spot and mercilessly assaulted the famed area. "Oh Kami~!" He had her squirming in that moment; her body shook atop of his lap, her breasts shaking against his mauling hand, while his fingers spiraled inside her.

"Huh?! What are you…?" For all of her supposed unwillingness, Panchy sobbed a lot harder than she would've thought when she was suddenly unstuffed as the geezer's fingers receded from her snatch and his mauling hand left her chest. She was surprised at how much she wanted his fingers back in her orifice. Even more surprising was to be urged off his crotch. Without warning her belt's buckle was fumbled with until the support became slack. She fidgeted to try and discourage such boldness, but Roshi's hands were already fastened at the front of her jeans, unclasping the button and yanking the zipper down. He wasted no time and jerked her tight jeans down to her knees, unveiling her orange undies, the same color as her tube top. Roshi chuckled as he eyed the undergarment, her very wet undergarment. Panchy was soaked to the core, her moist sex releasing never-ending streams of arousal than ran down her thighs.

He pulled her panties down away from her protruded ass and crotch to stretch around her thighs. Panchy squirmed, making her ass shake tantalizingly, but to no avail. Roshi's eyes were trained on her exposed sex. Unlike her daughter, who had abolished all hairs around that region, her mother only kept it well-groomed. A whimper was heard when he brought himself closer to her snatch and kissed her labia. Mrs. Briefs felt paralyzed between conflicting emotions when the old geezer pulled back. "What are you going to do now?"

"Aaaagh!" Panchy yelped when she was swiftly thrown headfirst onto her couch, her tits flattening beneath her. It was Roshi's first real gander at the mom's ample butt. The wonderful cheeks stood projected out for his pleasure. But the real marvel, of course, were the dripping petals below, arousal leaking down Panchy's thighs; he licked his lips in anticipation for the wonderful treat presented to him.

Roshi was hungry for her. Her juicy lips looked so inviting to him. He crouched down behind her and clutched the delightful, supple cheeks tightly. His fingers sunk into her cheeks. So round and pliable, they reminded him of her wonderful knockers, though with a little more mass. He experimentally smacked her butt, the attacked cheek undulated slightly from the swat. She flinched at the sharp pain, but it only seemed to egg on her arousal. His thumbs extended to her folds and stretched them for his viewing pleasure; his cock throbbed eagerly, pre-cum leaking down to the floor. With the full roundness of her ass facing him, he dove in for his meal.

"Oh Kami…~" Panchy ducked her head onto her arms as he began dining on her from behind. With his thumbs spreading her lips, Roshi wasted no time delving into her depths with his tongue. She felt his oral muscle spread her walls, crawling in and out of her like a thrusting cock while her corridor undulated around him. "You're getting so deep…" His oral assault quickly left the blonde writhing and gasping. Her full ass shook enticingly around him. His nose teased her sphincter when he tried to dive his tongue in as deep as he could. She willingly spread her legs farther apart for him so he could reach even deeper. It had been so long!

He muffled something against her muff resembling a "You taste great, Panchy!" before he went back to his task. She tasted so sweet! It left him craving for more. By now, his tongue left no area of her folds untouched, slathering her whole area with his spit as he lapped up her juices. At times, he'd move all the way down and skid over her clit, much to her audible enjoyment. He was truly doing a thorough job down there!

And then it was over. Just like that.

Panchy whined as tongue and fingers left the voluptuous blonde. This was probably a good time to tell him to stop. In her hazy state, Panchy failed to notice that Roshi had taken it upon himself to make himself more comfortable. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers; they fell down with a thud. Roshi moaned as his cock was released from its tight confinement. "That's much better," he uttered blissfully. He'd been worked up for so long now. He clutched his cock, groaning from the stimulation of touching his sensitives nerves. He was far more worked up than he'd thought…

When she noticed what he'd removed in exchange for this newfound coziness, Panchy's throat clutched. His shorts and underwear had been disposed of, leaving nothing to the imagination as his nine inches of thick muscle towered above his white curls. In his excitement, his foreskin had already slid off his cockhead as droplets of pre-cum ran from the tiny slit on top. She looked him up and down again, unable to believe that such a strange-looking geezer held such a tool. She found her husband to be a fine lover, but his size paled in comparison to the thick, lengthy stick before her.

Roshi smirked. Her daughter had given him a similar reaction when she spotted his rigid muscle. "Like what you see?"

She ducked under the old geezer's gaze. "I… I don't think…" She hated to be caught gawking. She'd seen her fair share of naked men in her youth, yet that did not make this any less awkward to her. Although, with her husband's busy schedule, she had to admit that it had been a while since she'd last seen a cock in the flesh. Nowadays, she was forced to rely more and more on her subservient fingers.

She shrieked when he wrapped his arms around her wide ass to keep her in place, his fingers sinking into her pliable skin once more. She fidgeted to try and discourage such boldness, but Roshi's hands were already fastened. "W-what?!" As oblivious as Panchy Briefs might be, she had a pretty good idea of what was about to follow. "Do you want to…?" She didn't finish her question, afraid to ask the obvious. Everything she'd done up till now was wrong, but this was another kind of wrong. This was adultery in its purest form. She and her husband joked around a lot about finding new partners, but their love was true. Could she really betray that love? "I- I don't..." She felt paralyzed between conflicting emotions when the old geezer took his prick in his hand to aim for her cleft. She winced when she felt him rub against her slick petals, ashamed of how good it felt.

As his musky tip graced her snatch, doubts filled the blonde's head. It seemed to be too late for regrets now. She could already feel him apply pressure! Secretly, though she would never admit it, she found herself throbbing with need. In the deepest corners of her mind, she admitted to herself that her body yearned for more and that she was eager to proceed.

Pressing her lips inward before they yielded, Roshi's tip crawled into her hidden hole; Panchy moaned lazily as he split her. She could feel him twitching inside her as he crawled up her tight snatch. He took his time as he enjoyed his voyage, reveling as the tight, warm embrace took hold of his cock. The voluptuous beauty was one worthy of conquering, and he would relish every second of it. He groaned as he bottomed out, and Panchy could feel his tip tickling the entrance to her womb. "You're… really tight," he complimented, gulping audibly. It'd probably be weird if he said she was almost as narrow as her daughter...

Another man... Another man than her husband was inside her! Boxer, Bulma, Tights, forgive me ...!

He felt so big inside of her… His wide girth spread her wider than all who came before him. She worried she might not be able to handle it. "Go slow, okay?" Panchy requested, her trembling voice betraying her concern. Propping herself up with her arms, she turned her head to the side to see him nod at her appeal. She released a lazy moan when Roshi started to carefully rock his hips, nudging Panchy forward, and the blonde knockout responded by pushing back to reclaim his cock all the way to the hilt. Again, he slowly shoved his hips forth, and again, she tardily anchored him back inside her. It was a tempo both could enjoy as they got used to one another.

Roshi would respect her decision to start leisurely. It was not the first time a woman needed a moment to adapt to his length and width. For now, he enjoyed the sluggish moans and wails from the recipient of his thrusts. Her full mounds proudly presented their suppleness as they joggled with each hump, no matter how small. From her sides, he could see them sway back and forth, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. "Your pussy feels great, Panchy. It feels like you're sucking me in!"

He started drooling as he focused on her jiggling bosoms, but he wouldn't bother wiping his chin dry. Eyes glued to her sides, he felt an animalistic urge to see more. He wanted her big, heavy knockers wobbling erratically to his thrusts! He clutched the blonde's wide hips tightly, fingers clinging into her skin, his intent clear. Perspiration dripped down his steaming body while he tried to keep himself in control. He knew he had to respect her wish to move slow and steady, but his lust was rapidly clouding his judgement. Seeing those large, fluttering mounds… She was probably used to his prick by now, right?

"Oh Kami~!" Panchy sobbed loudly as he upped the pace, her knuckles turning white as her grip on the furniture tightened. Her entire body jolted forward from the unexpected force! You're too rough! Slow down a bit! Is what she wanted to say, but as soon as she opened her mouth, all that left her throat was a long series of wails that had her gasping for air. She felt his balls smack against her clit each time he clashed with her, which brought a new sense of pleasure for the stacked mother of two. Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her, her sensitive nipples rubbing against the rough texture of the couch, generating even more pleasure for the busty blonde. Perspiration glistened her body, sweat from heat and exertion matting her blonde locks to her skin. Underneath her crotch, a wet imprint had appeared on her couch due to something other than sweat. "Kyaa~! Roshi!"

Panchy had never been fucked this hard before! With every smack of his hips, she was propelled forward! "Oh Kami! I've never been fucked so hard before!" she confessed to him. "So deep! You're getting so deep!" She was ashamed to admit her husband had never made her feel like this. She tried to control her breath when he leaned forward to snatch her rocking tits in his hands; his fingers sunk into her supple skin. In their current position they were hanging and Roshi could marvel at their fullness. They were bigger than his hands, spilling over his palms before overflowing! Panchy couldn't support their weight for even a second and dropped down, her flushed head ducked as her ample knockers swelled against his bustling hands. He kept himself firmly inside her while he enjoyed her supple flesh, opting to move his hips in quick, short thrusts. It allowed him to keep himself deep inside of her.

"Aaaagh~!" The blonde hollered as he curled forward, nibbling her earlobe. How did he have her screaming so loud?! Taking her right hand from her marvelous tits, he cupped her cheek and guided her to his lips to silence her, claiming her panting mouth. Her bright eyes widened as his tongue rolled into her mouth to combat her own, muscles clashing in heated skirmish while they exchanged saliva. She'd now willingly let him claim her mouth as well. Just who was this old man? She didn't consider him attractive – he wasn't even cute – and yet she was so compliant. Was it because he gave her the attention that she'd been lacking so much lately?

Roshi's released a loud, enthusiastic howl when he broke the kiss. "You're amazing, Panchy!" He wanted more; fuck her even harder! Grabbing her wrists and shackling them behind her like they were the reigns of a horse, he hoisted the blonde up. "It's like you try to suck me in each time I pull back!"

Panchy squealed as her upper body rose, back curling backwards. "Ahn~!" The new position allowed for deeper penetration into her soaked depths and a heightened sense of submissiveness for the nubile blonde as her udders bounced violently. "Roshi…!" He began to smack into her with an effort that had the hiccupping blonde almost hyperventilating. Her butt cheeks began to ripple with each bang of his hips. The tempo was difficult to maintain, but he'd hold on.

"Aaagh~! Ugh~!" Panchy was a sobbing mess whilst she endured his eager jolts into her depths. Sometimes while thrusting, the edge of his intrusive piston would rub against a certain spot that had her weeping and her body trashing. She felt her orgasm rise up with each passing second! Dribbles of effort dripped down her twisting body. Though she wanted to use her hands to please her rocking tits or the erect clit just above her spread lips to coerce those looming sensations, her hands were literally tied. Spiraling her hips against his bobbing cock was all she could do, and she did so with wild abandon!

"I'm…~! I'm…~!" Panchy's entire body was trashing, tits shaking wildly. She felt the mindboggling sensations surging through her body. She was so close! Just a little more! She tried pleading him to keep going, but all that left her lips were long strings of moans as the geezer fucked her senseless. As if knowing just what to do to leave the blonde crying to her god, Roshi pried his hands away from her wrists and seized her swaying, massive jugs before the busty blonde could fall over. He mauled the springy flesh with wild abandon, pinching the firm, pink tips with his fingers. With his hands caressing her sensitive bust and his thick girth grinding against her slick walls, she was done for. Although she knew she had to be filled with shame for fucking another man, she couldn't help but be grateful for such an incredible fuck after a long period of abstinence. Her decision was final when her orgasm crashed on her, making her toes curl with delight. "Roshi…~! I'm cumming~!"

As if she needed to tell him! Her walls crashed down around him, trying to keep him in place. But even with her corridor tightening down on him, he kept up the pace. He surged through her constricting walls, groaning each time his groin smacked against the wonderful cushions of her supple ass. Her butt cheeks were flaming red from the many clashes with his crotch. As were her sensitive tits as he molded them firmly with his bustling fingers.

Panchy was lost to the world, safe for the wonderful sensation rushing through her entire body. With her simmering body drenched in sweat and her eyes still tightly shut, she roared wildly, her heavenly-high pitch echoing through the entire room. Her hips coiled fiercely around the hermit's thrusting cock, basking in her climax. She was squirting over his cock. She'd never cum this hard before! His intent to keep swinging his hips only heightened her senses and prolonged her astounding release. With the feelings he bestowed upon her, he was ruining her for all other men!

Roshi kept fucking the busty house mom, even when the sensations of her release ebbed away. He could feel his balls rising, but he had the will to continue for a while longer. Panchy had never learned to immediately recover from an orgasm, especially from one so tremendous! Her entire body felt numb. The older man surprised her when he retracted his hips to the point she suddenly felt unfulfilled. She'd expected him to keep thrusting until he was shooting a new sibling for Bulma and Tights into her depths – in the heat of the moment, her mind clouded by arousal, she'd welcome it – but he seemed to have other plans. The blonde couldn't keep herself up for even a second. She fell forward, jugs smothering against the couch when they collided with the furniture. She breathed in large, heavy puffs as she tried to regain her composure, but she was a fool if she thought Roshi would allow her a respite.

"Tired already?" He chortled.

Panchy was turned around before she could respond. She watched him mindlessly; he was drenched in sweat, boiling in heat with a big, perverted grin brightening his entire face. His lips smirked haughtily at her frazzled form, teasing her to keep up with his drive. How was he not completely spent? Not to boast her own ego, but every men she'd been with had been exhausted after bedding a busty beauty like her! Her heavy tits rose and fell with each labored breath as she recovered from her orgasm.

Roshi gulped audibly as a drip of sweat fell from her head, landing between her giant knockers. The circumference of her glistening jugs had contracted into peachy tips at the center. Her cleavage was so deep, he considered. His cock pulsed with pre-cum as he eyed her large bust. He sauntered towards her, rubbing his scorching hands with greedy intent. He'd finally found one. A woman with tits big enough to wrap around his lengthy prick!

Panchy's breath hiked from her shackled throat when she felt something warm rush between her sensitive bust. His cock surged through her cleavage. He felt so hot against her breasts… Her mounds were glistening from sweat and exertion, which helped him move through her bust, as did the remaining traces of her release still lingering on his dick. When she looked down, the head peeked out from between her knockers, resting slightly below her chin. She could smell the pungent pre-cum dribbling from the tip in steady streams. She wondered if she should lick it, but the cockhead sheathed back between her mounds before she could make up her mind.

Roshi huffed and puffed as he fucked her tits the best he could, his thighs slapping against the undersides of her breasts. Though he tried to keep himself in control, it was hard with her mounds so squished; they jiggled with every change of his hips! Naturally, with so much pliable flesh, it was hard to keep hold as he thrusted. At times, his fingers would peel into the soft skin as his hands slipped. The harsh handling of her sensitive bust felt nicer than expected, but Panchy had to admit that it stung when she felt his nails sink into her skin.

"It is time, Panchy," said Roshi excitedly. He looked at her with ravenous excitement, as though expecting her to read his mind and do exactly what he wanted. "It's time to use those fun bags for what they were meant to do! It's time to pump them up and down my cock!"

A titfuck... Panchy wasn't a stranger to the act. In her youth, many of her boyfriends wanted her to give them one. With her bust, she was usually the most well-endowed woman that her bedpartner had had the pleasure of coupling with, and most – if not all – had requested her to envelop them within her bosom. She enjoyed the warmth of the old man's cock as her sensitive jugs glided around his rod; she couldn't help but moan.

Now free to use his hands to balance himself, Roshi latched himself onto her shoulders before he continued to rock his hips. Steady at first, he reveled in Panchy's expression; her closed eyes were glued to his cock, licking her lips as his tip appeared from her bust before sheathing back into her cleavage. Each time it came up, it'd release another batch of pre-cum, which would then ease onto her chest. She liked the feeling as it helped ease his passage. Her mesmerizing, curious gaze on his dick excited him, beckoning him to fuck her jugs harder. He could feel his balls lifting.

Panchy winced as she felt his grip on her shoulders tighten and his thick prick surged between her mounds. The combination of sweat and juices still allowed her tits to grant safe passage to his member, but it did start to chaff a bit. She hoped he'd be done and cum soon. One look at his heated face, lidded eyes and bulged cheeks told her it wouldn't be long now. Would he spray his load between her breasts or would he prefer to stain her face in white? Either way, she welcomed it. Heedlessly, her fingers sought and found her stiff nipples, pinching the peaks for enhanced stimulation.

"Ahn~! Panchy!" The moment was finally there for Roshi. A sense of completion dawned over him. Cock surging up through the blonde's succulent bust, he released his seeds with a drawn-out groan. His sperm splattered her face; hitting her underneath her right eye and then just beneath her nose. He was way too excited, she though as a batch of white hit her chin!

Kami, this release was mindboggling! With every throb, Roshi felt himself release his pearly globs. He claimed her supple breasts in his hands, juggling them around his firing member. It helped shield Panchy's face from further harm as her ample, full skin endured rope after rope of his seeds.

Panchy could feel him release between her bosoms, coating her jugs in his spunk. His grip on her breasts was strong, tightly clasping her flesh. His jizz felt nice against her chest, soothing her reddened, tender skin. Cum dribbled from her nose into her agape mouth when she groaned from the sensations. The thick liquid dripped onto her tongue; she didn't detest the taste as it graced her taste buds.

When he was finally done, Roshi released his hold on the twins; Panchy released a relieved sigh from having her delicate flesh free from his grip. He took a step back, admiring his handiwork. Her face and tits were covered in his cum, dripping down her body onto her couch. The blonde failed to notice in her winded state, breathing in and out in large, heavy puffs. Each time she exhaled, droplets of white fell down her tits.

"Wooo! That was great, Panchy!" Roshi cheered. Though he'd come her for, finding the busty blonde mother had been an unexpected treat. His cock hung limply against the side of his thigh. He chuckled softly and said, "We should do this again sometime."

With her husband away so much, she needed someone to keep her company. And her husband never minded when she joked about finding a new man... Smiling wearily, slightly blushing, she answered, "M- maybe."

For now, he would take the 'maybe'. "Ooh by the way, Panchy."

She timidly looked at him. "Yes?"

He grinned toothily. "Do you mind if I take your panty with me?"

And that's it. I gotta say, I really like this chapter. Writing Panchy was an unexpected treat, and I liked finally being able to write a character with such a huge pair of... personalities ;)

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