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A Harmless Wish	By : c0p13r Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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On the last episode of ‘A Harmless Wish Z’! Trunks was determined to test the boundaries of his wish and put Videl’s tight pussy to the test! It seemed that Videl was buried in six-miles under… until!
Videl: You buried me alive!
Find out today, on ‘A Harmless Wish Z!’
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            “You’re alive!” Goten cheered, completely convinced that she wasn’t a zombie now that she said so herself.
            Trunks blushed bashfully. “Y-Yeah, s-sorry about that,” he at least confessed to his carelessness. But as soon as he thought about it… “Hey! How did you survive that?! You-You went through solid ground!”
            Goten nodded in agreement.
            “Huh?” Videl thought for a second. She had wondered about it very briefly, but the orgasm had done wonders for her body and little for her memory. It was raw white bliss, and that was all she could remember. That was a deep hole that she’d been fucked into, with about a few tons of rocks upon her. It wasn’t like she was ultra durable; she pinched the top skin of her hand to make sure of that and winced to it. “I-I don’t know. I should’ve been crushed.”
            Trunks was trying to think of something exorbitant in guessed-science and assumption, but it was Goten who whispered, “Remember our wish? Videl wouldn’t get hurt.”
            “What do you mean, our wish? That was you…” He trailed off and came to the realization that Goten was right. “Hey, you’re right! We did wish that!” He spied Videl, climbing to her feet, dusting off her skirts, and then falling from unreliable balance.
            He grinned wickedly as his gaze fell between her opened legs.
            “She won’t get hurt when we have sex with her,” he mused, “so we can do whatever we want!”
            “Yay!” Goten pumped his hands in the air and then ran for Videl. “Me next, me next!” Again, Trunks held him back, though he made a rowdy go at the befuddled Videl.
            “Hey, who says it’s your turn next?!”
            Goten stopped and looked dumbly at him. “You did.”
            Given a brief pause for recollection of confirmation, Trunks sulked a little and said begrudgingly, “I did, didn’t I? Hey! You can’t just go off running like that!” Goten pulled him like a big dog pulls the one holding the leash. Trunks dug in his heels. “C’mon, we gotta strategize or something! Listen, something happens when you do it! It’s like… going pee… but not.”
            “You peed?”
            “No, doofus! Aren’t you listening?” Trunks groaned out loud in exasperation. “Here, we’ll see together! I-I put it inside of her. C’mon, let’s check it out.”
            “Right!” Anything, as long as Goten got to see what all the fuss of sex was about! His balls felt expanded and anxious and had for some time.
            Videl, meanwhile, was nursing her head. Was this what it felt like to be drunk? She had the urge to be angry, her head taking some serious knocks to the ground when Trunks was fucking her, but instead of a headache, she was just excitably dizzy. It took her a moment to really notice the wetness between her legs. Arousal was one thing, but this substance with thick and clinging and very warm. She was almost afraid to look, though she had her suspicions.
            The gown was pulled up to her waist. Wow, she was a mess down there! They’d torn and stretched her leggings beyond use, and Trunks had mashed her wet hole, matting her pubic hair with a mixture of their essence, and his was running plentifully from her yawning opening! She’d never seen herself so spread open! It was indecent and embarrassing to say the least of it.
            “Grr! Trunk-!”
            He was already there, Goten by his side; she was startled, remembering them standing a few yards away, not two feet in front of her. They evaded her anger as they stooped to investigate.
            “Whoa,” marveled Goten, most curious to see the aftermath of Trunks’s penis sliding up that narrow hole. He saw the white fluid gushing out of her. “Is that what came out of you, Trunks?”
            “Um, yeah, I guess,” Trunks gestated, not recognizing the goo as anything to have come out of him before.
            Goten, who had watched Trunks tongue this area with fervent interest, leaned in close to the quim. It smelled different. He sniffed, closing his eyes to focus on it. It smelled like before, but with a masking, sour scent as well. To further his inspection, he opened his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows, and stuck a finger in a patch of Trunks’s gobs of goo.
            “Hey!” both Trunks and Videl exclaimed, thinking him being a bit too liberal with his interest.
            He held it up to his face, stuck out his tongue, and
            “Blargh!” he exclaimed, turning away immediately and holding out the dripping finger. “It smells like that laundry stuff Bulma gives to Mom!” He abhorred the smell of bleach, mistaking it for a flavored water once; his tongue got burned, and his butt got spanked by Chichi for his carelessness.
            “Shut up!” Trunks shouted defensively. “It’s not like yours is any better! No one’s asking you to taste it anyway!”
            Goten scowled petulantly. “I still don’t like it.” He wiped it onto Videl’s dress, and though the dress was mussed and in need of a wash without the questionable stains and rending damage, she scolded him like he was wiping sauce on a tablecloth.
            “And-And who said you’re getting a turn?!” she followed up hastily, gaze averting from Goten’s anxious erection, as she was well aware that Trunks’s was already making its comeback just ogling her. She shielded her snatch, rebuking Goten’s persistent gaze. “You can both just back up, and let me”—She looked forlornly at her attire; it really was hopeless—“try to get dressed.”
            “But Trunks said I could!”
            “Trunks doesn’t get to decide that!” Videl shot back, now thinking to cross an arm over her chest again, cupping the breast opposite of it. She folded her legs smartly to the side, though it was an impossible task to hide her cunt and its heavy leakage. She reddened, feeling it oozing across the back of her thigh. Trunks’s semen… She couldn’t believe it; all those arrogant sperms darting around in her womb. Capsule Corp luckily had some pills to possibly deal with the issue, even if Saiyan spunk was more potent.
            “Just let me try, Videl!” whined Goten, now impatiently bustling forward and turning her thighs open.
            “Hey! I said no!” She smacked his head, which would probably have done more damage to her hand than him if he wasn’t fenagling her knees open. Which he did, though perhaps she saw it as a pointless waste of energy trying to deny him. Begrudgingly, she let her legs fall open like the wings of a sprouting butterfly, admonishing both boys who couldn’t care how she was looking at them when they faced her sexualized womanhood. She continued to glower, as if expecting them to get the hint and shrink from the challenge.
            They didn’t.
            They’re not going to let me by with this. Her attention shifted to Trunks, who was ogling her opened gash matted with the labors of his lust. Wasn’t it enough for him to spatter her insides once?
            And then, of course, there was Goten who, she had witnessed firsthand, could get rowdy and loud when anxious. Not that there was anyone within miles, but her civilized decorum was at odds with his balderdash ways.
            Could she get away? No. She already ruled that out. These tykes had better control of flight than herself, no matter what pride she’d built in the technique.
            She could feel the intensity of their gaze and the manner of their minds. It was what she supposed it was like to feel ‘power levels’ – as Gohan had said once. This wasn’t it; this was instinct. She was on the losing side of a territorial bout.
            “Can I do it now, Videl?” asked Goten when the standstill went on much to long. He touched his length, the foreskin receding from its dripping head. “I’m tired of waiting!”
            Videl sucked her teeth. He wasn’t going to let this go. Not like they were going to hold her down and force her – otherwise, they already would have – but they were going to persist over and over! She looked down at her groin.
            Jeez, he really let out a lot in me… She blinked at the though and shook her head violently. She shouldn’t be astonished, she should be angry at the warm, fluid heat circling her insides.
            And Goten wanted to add to that. She came nearly close to rebuking him, threatening that he’d let Gohan know of his misbehavior. Somehow, it didn’t seem like something she should say. Instead, she clammed up her knees with an audible – vaguely wet – slap and tried to maintain some dignity. Renewed deliberation, she said to the boys, “It’s time to stop messing around! We got to get going! I promised your moms you’d be back by tomorrow!”
            “Be back in a few days!” was the actual promise, and Chichi and Bulma seemed glad to get their kids out of the house anyway; the latter more than the former, for Chichi didn’t let Goten go without a good talking to first.
            “Oh, please, we’re on our own, Videl!” said Trunks, channeling his mother’s genes of arrogance when he crossed his arms. He then turned, arms stretched out to his sides – cock wagging. “We’re the strongest kids on the planet, and I’m World Champion!”
            “Of the Junior Division,” Goten chimed in, in case it had slipped Trunks’s recollection.
            “Our moms know we’re perfectly safe and taking care of you,” he finished, snickering and nodding to his own cleverness.
            Taking care of me? Yeah right. Videl pouted, but he had a point. Unlikely that Bulma or Chichi – maybe Chichi – would be overly stressed if they were late showing up. Her bag of excuses was running dry. The boys were well beyond the point of listening to morality, as they justified it by their own motives… which she could see were far from ablation.
            She lowered her head much more like an angry bull than a cowering mutt. They didn’t have to look so cheery and could show more remorse for this!
            “Fine!”
            She stood up abruptly – wavered a bit on her legs – but held up a fist in a confident step forward. “If that’s the way it’s going to be, then I’ll do it!” She cowed – just a little! – and mumbled more to convince herself, “It’s not like we haven’t already done it, and you’re not giving me much of a choice…”
            “Hooray!” Goten jumped in celebration, throwing his arms up, arching his back and throwing his feet up behind him in wild jubilation, totally ignorant to the spectacle of his member bobbing all over the place. “I get to have sex with Videl! Alright, let’s do it!” He had just started for her – and she instinctively recoiled at his eager approach – when Trunks caught his shoulder with a loud “Hold on!”
            Goten paused and looked.
            Trunks was glaring at him. “Listen, Goten! It was time for your turn before Videl agreed! But now that she has, that resets everything, so we hafta lay some ground rules.”
            Videl sneered. Ground rules? If there were to be ground rules, they’d be set down by her! But she didn’t trust for a second that either one of them would follow them; not for very long anyway.
            “And the Number One rule has always been the oldest goes first!”
            “But you already went, Trunks!” Goten wheeled on him, knocking his hand off of his shirt. “It’s my turn to put my thing inside Videl!”
            Videl bristled angrily at his uncouth way of speaking. He could at least show some reverence for her sheer generosity!
            “No, that was by accident. It just happened, we didn’t agree on anything,” said Trunks, ticking his finger back and forth, speaking matter-of-factly. “I can’t help it. Not like you had anything to say about it.”
            Well, that was kind of true, though Goten didn’t say it aloud; his boyish expression sure did, however. On the other hand, and he reaffirmed himself with a hardened grunt, he shook his head in fierce declination and then shouted, “No way, Trunks! You had your turn, so I get mine!”
            Before Trunks could debate it, Goten launched off the ground, and before Videl could say anything, he caught her by the waist and turned her world upside-down.
            “H-Hey! G-Goten! What are you doing?!” She was understandably baffled and alarmed, her head hanging an inch off the ground, her arms splayed on the earth, her body suspended by Goten’s small but powerful arms. Her gown fell over her, which exposed her dangling-open legs, Goten residing between them, his cock already leaning against their sopping apex. He was planning to do it in such an extreme position for his first time?! Instinctively, Videl twisted her arms around, planting her hands on the ground for her elbows to absorb the inevitable impact if he committed to this act. “I-I know I said we’ll do it…”
            “I just put it in here, right?” Goten said excitedly, not even listening to his brother’s girlfriend.
            “… but you can’t just do whatever…!”
            “Calm down, Videl,” scoffed Trunks, striding up with his arms crossed, glaring up at the floating boy trying to wrangle his long dick against her port. He didn’t look happy for Goten at all. “It’s not like it’s gonna hurt you.”
            “That’s not the point!” Videl flustered at him. “It’s about-uhn!”
            “Aha! I got it!” sang Goten, his cockhead finally lined up with Videl’s snatch. He didn’t meet any of the resistance Trunks had when fulfilling her vagina. The substance that oozed in her hole made it an especially smooth insertion, and he was even more expressive than Trunks when going in. “W-Wow,” he slurred amongst Videl’s restrained grunts. “This feels good~”
            “Yeah, I told you so,” said Trunks, expert on sex. “Now hurry up! It’s supposed to be my turn anyway!”
            His bellyaching didn’t affect Goten or Videl. Videl whimpered, turning awkwardly as Goten slid up her channel, the tremors of his anxiety resonating within her, giving her delightful shocks of pleasure to go when the prying of her pussy. She could almost cry out how good it felt if it wasn’t for her pride. Instead, she just adjusted her body – with what little maneuverability she had to fit Goten inside of her. Not like that was difficult; Goten’s shaft wasn’t much different than Trunks’s in size, and the remains of Trunks’s go was spread like slick butter around her insides. She felt every ridge of his bloated muscle, but it passed with a tiddling comfort that made the ripples of pleasure intensify.
            For Goten, all the ache leading up to this moment was well worth it! The awkward pauses in training, the scamping to hide it from Mom – who would surely rebuke him for being out of order – and just the general discomfort of having a persistent muscle flexing against his wishes! This made up for it! Inserting himself into Videl, being encased in her wet, sticky warmth, leading deeper and deeper, feeling like a massage on his most aching, agitated part…! Him thumping unreservedly! Building, building…!
            Goten’s mystified look suddenly switched to urgency. “Gah!” He turned down to the penis vanishing down into Videl. “S-Something’s happening! Ugh! Something’s….! Coming out!”
            Already? thought Videl vaguely whilst she panted and watched him one-eyed.
            “Yeah, I told you it would!” Trunks shouted up to him. “Just go with it…!”
            “N-No, Trunks!” wailed the confused Goten in abject panic. He was twitching randomly, cross-eyed at times, sniveling at others. “SssSomething’s coming out!” He rejected Trunks’s order to stay inside and evacuated his length from Videl’s depths in time to show everyone what an ejaculating cock looked like firsthand. Trunks blinked at the phenomenon – So that’s what mine did? – of white, sticky arched shooting out in haphazard lines. Trunks jumped back when one landed close to his shoes, but being beneath Goten, Videl was in the heaviest line of fire. Not that she could do much about it but tense up, wincing against the spattering over her body, feeling the heavy liquid plop onto her torn gown, a fateful blob catching the underside of her upside-down hanging breast, and two globs on her turned cheek – One oozed to her lips, though she pursed against it.
            Goten wheezed and felt… somehow cheated. The feeling was euphoric, but so sudden that he had thought something was wrong. His testicles felt certainly lighter, not as tense and gripping as they had since these afflictions happened. He always thought those were pee tanks or something, but this substance that he fired all over the place had definitely come from his swollen balls. And he was certain that, despite the volume of this discharge, there was more to put out.
            “You’re such a klutz, Goten!” Trunks admonished, sidestepping the goo that hadn’t splashed on Videl. “I told you to just go with it and leave it inside Videl!” He pointed at her gaping pussy. “It soaks it up or something!”
            Goten looked, tired but interested, to her vacated hole. “Really?”
            “Yes, really! Now get out of the way, it’s my turn again!”
            Tired, but Goten immediately went defensive. Videl yelped a little as she felt his strength return and tighten on her hips possessively. “No, that’s not fair, Trunks! You got to go longer!”
            “That’s not my fault you did it so fast! But you got to do it, and now it’s my turn!”
            “No!” answered Goten resolutely, and then took a hand from Videl’s buttocks to direct his partially-waned cock back to her warm vagina. His determination was commendable, and luckily there was enough potency to push his bending member in and fill her out; her body did its part coaxing him back to full arousal, and Videl got to live the experience of having it swell to capacity within in her. Within seconds, she had a fully-erect cockhead blunting against the back of her pussy.
            “Mmnh!” she grunted against the feeling, fortifying her arms to absorb the shock of Goten’s affirming shove. Then he reeled back and pushed again like he challenging the blocking surface. He pressed and pressed, propelled by the energy output of his ki, but wasn’t making headway. She was fortunate that she was so delicate in their eyes, or else Goten might have seriously tried. However, she reciprocated his pressure with raw pleasure. “Ughn! Not so hard!” she snapped at him after a punch from his cock made her bang her head on the ground.
            Which should have hurt.
            “Darnit, Goten. You’re so spoiled!” Like Trunks was one to talk. “You better hand her over!” It was futile trying to threaten or barter with Goten. After the shock of his first ever orgasm, he had taken to womanhood with a new and vibrant fancy, now chasing true completion with Hercule’s daughter.
            And within time, as his thrusts became more steady, Videl began to sing a melody to her delight. She sounded tax, breathing like she was in a match with a formidable foe, and even her expression did not convey traditional joy, but there was no doubt that she was beginning to thoroughly enjoy this. Her arms still bent, keeping her – as much as possible – from hitting her head into the ground while still pushing her body upward to her boy lover. Sometimes, her teeth would clench and she’d give a sharp hiss to Goten’s cock grinding to new angles inside her, yet she not once lost her glowing aura.
            This didn’t sit well with Trunks, who was the son of two of the biggest egomaniacs on Earth. Not only was his rightful turn going to Goten – Who doesn’t even know what he’s doing! – but Videl was responding like she liked it! Trunks was on the verge of something drastic… when he took account of Videl’s face. The white stuff was still on her cheek, but had trailed into her mouth. She sputtered some of the stuff, disgruntled to the taste which even Goten didn’t like, but went right back to open-mouthed moaning.
            Wheels started to click in Trunks’s adolescent mind. Sure, there were teeth… but at the moment, he wondered if there really was such a difference between mouth and vagina. He was too impatient and horny to really stand by wondering while Goten had the time of his life banging Videl upside-down!
            Videl lost her tune of pleasure when it was blocked by something pressing in between her lips. Her eyes flashed open and saw – at an odd angle – Trunks feeding her his cock. The mixture of her and him fell on her tongue, but there wasn’t much she could do to get rid of the strong and strange flavor. She certainly tried to spit it – and him – out, but the cock was too engorged and his hand held her in place; likely, he was very aware of her teeth, though she’d break a tooth before doing any severe damage to his resilient body.
            Besides… she’d be curious about fellatio.
            So she adjusted herself as much as he was willing to let her, and stuffed her cheeks with him, gagging loudly as he got further to the back of her throat – which she had thought would make her retch, but didn’t do anything of the sort – and moaning around him from Goten’s uninterrupted rhythm.
            “T-Trunks,” wheezed Goten, winded from the exacerbated feeling of putting his sensitive dick back into action, “that’s gross! Don’t put it in her mouth!”
            “Hey, she’s not complaining. I’d say she looks like she likes it, anyway!” He grinned behind a V made with his fingers. His posture melted a bit, his proud shoulders sagging while he slid his hands into her short black hair. “Be-Besides, it feels… pretty good.”
            A compliment she would accept; Videl, though not wanting to reward him, brought a hand up to hold him, stroking the length of dick that could not get into her filled, bobbing mouth.
            Her acquiescence behooved her. Goten, feeling a sense of security, drifted lower to the ground until his feet had landed. Still, he stood upright, plucking her bottom off the ground to hold at his little, driving hips while Trunks stayed in her mouth.
            So this is what it’s like, she mused in her wordless banter with the penis, licking it promptly along its sides, around the rim of his withdrawn foreskin, sifting very precariously at his slit to sometimes find leakage of his excitement. Her hands busily went down his length to better study the texture, and of course she was curious about his balls. She fondled them most carefully, knowing them to be ultrasensitive and fearing she might actually hurt Trunks if she somehow mangled them.
            “Whoa~ That tickles,” said Trunks with a sound not quite like a laugh. Videl groped him some more since he seemed to like that.
            “Ah! It’s-It’s happening again!” decried Goten, and began to pitch his hips with broader thrusts to get deep inside Videl. Just like Trunks advised him, he wouldn’t extract himself this time. Videl’s hole would-would soak all of the yucky stuff up and-and…! Goten figured it was like eating, so he’d give her tummy a good meal and began pouring his essence to churn with Trunks’s.
            Inside again! Videl wanted to tell him to pull out – He’d done it so well before! – but Trunks gave her no leeway. She just could scrunch up her face, moan and grunt viciously with violent vibrations that made Trunks swoon, and let her uterus fill with another batch of half-Saiyan cum.
            “You were right, Trunks!”
            Videl was dropped unceremoniously, her twitching body landing with a thud, grateful at least to breathe in fully instead of the desperate gasps through her nose whenever Trunks pulled back; he now was standing up, his cock casting a shadow across her face.
            “That felt waay better doing it inside her.” Goten giggled a bit, looking down to his hardly-diminished erection.
            “That’s right,” said Trunks proudly. “Now move aside! My turn again!”
            This time, Goten gave no complaint and instead frolicked over to Videl’s front. “I wanted to try it like this too! Kissing was so much fun that…!” He stopped when Videl’s body suddenly flipped over.
            Angered by her handling, as if she could not get a moment’s respite for the ejaculation, she looked back over her shoulder, rising up on her hands. She was instantly aware of how she was positioned. “What are you up to now? Haven’t you had enough?! You both got to try it, so you should be satisfied!”
            She was answered by a small hand slipping between her legs and ambushing her pussy. Trunks ignored the slop coming from her, chortling arrogantly as he made her shut up just by touching her here. “Sorry, Videl, but we’re Saiyans! We can do it a lot more than that. Right, Goten?”
            “That’s right, Trunks! Here, Videl! Put it in your mouth like…!”
            “Where do you two learn this stuff?!” she argued, turning away from the cum-covered dick pointed at her mouth.
            To this, Goten and Trunks didn’t have a real solid answer. What TV they watched, they didn’t see much of sex – unless Vegeta had decided to put something on, to laugh about human mating practices – so really, the best they could come up with was that this was all instinct.
            Videl cried out at having herself penetrated from behind like this, by Trunks’s burly and unapologetic cock. Unlike Goten, he fucked her like staking a claim, testing out her reserves and trying to bully his way past them. By him, she felt used, like she was only there to serve at his pleasure. And being brought up as a spoiled princess who sought to escape her dad’s shadow through strength, it sort of triggered a deeper elation to be bent over and fucked so shallowly.
            She squirted almost instantly, wetting Trunks’s heavy scrotum and making him contend to her manner. He took it as a slight rather than a compliment. “Oh yeah?!” He steeled his hands on her waist and immediately kicked up a billow of dust as he began to power up. “Then let’s see how you like this! Yyahh!!”
            Videl felt the cock charge with energy, and it ignited her, setting every nerve ending atingle! She stammered, not thinking this was something possible! It felt so good and refreshing! Also draining! Like the end of an amazing workout in her dad’s personal dojo. Muscles coming loose, relaxing, adrenalin ebbing to endorphins, lungs aching but drawing in precious, crisp air…
            Trunks was heaving that feeling against her again and again! The ferocity he had shown before was instinctive thrusts of a child who knew naught better; now he was back with a vengeance, fully aware that he could not hurt her. With his heightened energies, his reaction time also kicked up a notch; each time he brushed her cervix, where he and Goten would normally pummel heedlessly – Thank Dende for that wish! – he sprung back and left it untouched but for the merest wisp.
            His tenacity mixed with a faux tenderness, which exacerbated Videl’s senses. It felt like having herself rubbed raw, but uncovering excitable pleasures instead of deeper pain. The juices of Trunks and Goten were surely a factor in his ease, though Trunks’s postulating size increase had helped draw a portion out to pool beneath her hips, with some strands either latching and dangling from her pubic hair or soaking in the patch altogether.
            She arched her back to the ground, Trunks claiming her posterior until the ground under her knees started to crack. She felt the reverberations of his speeding thrusts throughout her entire body, her skeleton rattling and her teeth chattering. A few times, she opened her mouth to speak, eyes forward and unseeing, reflecting only her overwhelmed state of mind. “Tr-Trunks! Sl-Sl-Slow down!” Not a command; she was beseeching him, each drive of his cock – bolder, less afraid of the stopper of her womb – forcibly stretching her pussy deeper. And deeper… And deeper! Until his pelvis had begun to clap the firm cheeks of her ass. The flesh undulated with impact and blushed within seconds, his thrusts were so quick; like he had beaten them red with a paddle. Videl did nothing but absorb pleasure from it, the hurt stopping before it even was begun.
            There had to be a drawback! There had to! Videl squealed as air rushed between her cheeks, Trunks hiking his power level up again. Was he trying to test the limits of Shenron’s limits?! She was immune to pain, but that didn’t leave her invulnerable, did it?! They could leave lasting damage!
            “Trunks!” she tried again, pausing for another body-wrenching climax, though lacking the explosion of juice from her clinging quim due to the rampant flow of her release. “Guh! Oh-Oh Trunks!” Her eyelids became mismatched, the blow of another orgasm piling atop the current. His hips had all but become a blur, unable to be seen except by the highly-trained eye. “Ugn-uhn! Ah~ Ahh!! Ahglckg!” Her gaping mouth was as great an invitation as if she told Goten to bring his cock over to her.
            “I wanna do this now!” he excitedly said, feeling a spur of arousal from watching Trunks spear through her pussy, the sounds of her throat and her messy quim urging him to act. Having seen Trunks try her mouth, he now wanted to, despite his earlier apprehensions.
            She’d no way to refuse. Aside from him clogging her mouth, Trunks’s delicious abuse of her pussy – SPLAT!SPLAT!!SPLAT!! was all she could hear behind her. – had left her mute but for the noises of adoration. Her hands could only be used to prop her up or her weight would be shoved off balance and pitch her to the ground.
            Unless she had something – like Goten’s hips and legs – to grab onto for support.
            The wish had left her invulnerable to the discomfort of retching, no matter how deep Goten shoved his length. And he was sure to shove it deep, not fully aware of how to restrain himself. He just bore in, prying her mouth open as her hands grabbed at his body, Trunks’s forceful shoves helping to implant Goten’s dick, and soon enough, her throat was bulging around something large wedged down her gullet. Her kneejerk response was to swallow, trying to get the something down her throat or get it back out. But Goten stayed, reveling in the sensation of her esophagus squeezing around him.
            Once again, Trunks was right: it seemed weird, but it was amazing! He liked looking down at Videl’s face, her nose pressing against his skin, her eyes coming together in frantic regard of his deep-planted dick. Her lips tightened around him, her cheeks awash with an attractive pink. He could feel her tongue squirming against his underside and the vibrations of her moans, though they sounded much more desperate and guttural now that a dick was shoved down deep her neck.
            Trunks propelled her against him, but Goten soon took up the motions, latching his hands onto Videl’s hair much like how Trunks held her hips, and started to mimic his friend as best as he could.
            Videl hacked and coughed – best as she could – as Goten began fucking her throat. The feeling made her want to have the urge of an upheaval, but it never came. Just a slight panic for air that she got whenever Goten pulled back for enough for her nose to suck in a breath. Air to function, at least. Her lips tried to keep sealed, figuring it best to submit – despite her grievances to ego – than resist wholeheartedly; nonetheless, her jaw pulled open to gurgled around him, losing spit and sperm. Trunks and Goten eventually caught onto the same tandem and bunched and pulled her body like an accordion. And they weren’t gentle about it either. Her flexibility saved her from snapping.
            “Ughn! Goten! Looks like I’m going again!”
            “Me too!” And Goten sprung within Videl’s gullet, jets of seed heading straight down the tube to her stomach. Her eyes shot wide while her hands fisted his pants. It was so much! Especially for someone on their third load! She could feel the corset stressing, her stomach enlarging until she regurgitated what could not fit. Around Goten’s cock and through her nostrils, she upheaved his cum. Goten, after the best of the round, saw her distress and at least had the mercy to pull out, letting her cough and spit and fall into the mess below her as Trunks finished up. His face lost all decorum, his eyes rolling toward the back of his head as he seized up against Videl’s plump rump.
            “Nngh! It feels so good~!” he wheezed, his cum pouring out around him after running its course through Videl’s packed cunt. By the end, he faltered on top of her, bending over her lifted rump.
            The three were on the ground, panting and exhausted; Videl in an utter daze. She droned, “I~ can’t believe~ this is~ hap-happening~”
            “She looks out of it, Trunks,” said Goten, sitting up from the ground, catching his second wind.
            Trunks too. “Yeah.” He smacked her lifted butt as if to get a response from her.
            Nothing.
            Goten nibbled on his index finger and glanced up worriedly to Trunks. “You think we should just take her home now?”
            “Ha! Are you kidding? What do you think we brought ‘supplies’ for?” Trunks thrust a finger up in the air and called out, “Grab her the Senzu bean from the duffle bag!”
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