It was a quiet day at Capsule Corp, with Vegeta and Goku off training on Beerus's planet. Krillin had stopped by to help Bulma with a minor tech issue, expecting a quick visit. But as he stepped inside, the atmosphere felt charged, different. Bulma greeted him with an unusually warm smile, her hand lingering on his arm as she guided him into the spacious living room. "Thanks for coming, Krillin," she said, her voice smooth and suggestive. "You're always so reliable."
Before Krillin could respond, Bulma's mother, Panchy, bounced into the room, her bubbly energy radiating. "Oh, Krillin! How lovely to see you!" she chirped, her eyes sparkling. "You're looking quite handsome today." She winked, and Krillin's face flushed. Something was off, but he brushed it aside, chalking it up to their usual friendliness.
They offered him a drink, insisting he sit and relax. "You've been working so hard," Bulma said, handing him a glass. "Why don't you stay a while?" Krillin took a sip, trying to keep things casual. "Uh, thanks, but I should probably get going. 18's waiting for me at home," he said, shifting uncomfortably.
Bulma stepped closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, come on, Krillin. 18 won't mind if you're a little late. Vegeta's away, and I'm feeling… lonely." Her hand trailed down his arm, sending a shiver through him. Panchy giggled, moving to his other side. "Yes, stay for dinner… or maybe something more exciting." Their bodies pressed against his, their warmth and scents—Bulma's sharp perfume and Panchy's floral sweetness—mixing in the air.
Krillin's heart raced. "I—I really can't. I'm married," he stammered, trying to step back. But Bulma leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Shh, no one has to know," she whispered. "It'll be our little secret." Before he could protest further, she kissed him, her tongue slipping into his mouth with bold intent. Panchy joined in, her soft lips pressing against his neck, her hands roaming over his chest. Trapped between them, Krillin's resolve wavered as a reluctant heat stirred in his loins.
### The Seduction Intensifies
They didn't give him time to think, guiding him down a hallway to a plush bedroom. Bulma's hands deftly unbuttoned his shirt while Panchy tugged at his pants, their movements coordinated and eager. As his clothes hit the floor, both women froze, their eyes widening in unison.
"Oh my," Panchy gasped, staring at Krillin's erect cock. It stood proud and massive, thick and long, easily the largest they'd ever seen. Bulma smirked, her gaze locked on it. "I knew the rumors were true," she purred. "Krillin, you're hung like a horse!"
Krillin blushed, shifting awkwardly. "Uh, thanks, I guess," he mumbled, still torn between desire and guilt. But Bulma didn't hesitate. She dropped to her knees, wrapping her lips around his shaft. Krillin groaned as her warm, wet mouth took him in, her tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down his length. The sensation was overwhelming, his hands instinctively gripping her hair.
Panchy licked her lips, watching with growing arousal. "Don't hog him, Bulma," she teased, kneeling beside her daughter. She took her turn, her experienced mouth enveloping Krillin's cock, taking him deep until her nose pressed against his skin. Their dual assault—Bulma sucking his tip while Panchy worked his base—left Krillin reeling, his protests fading into moans.
"I shouldn't… 18…" he managed, but Bulma pulled back, wiping her mouth with a sly grin. "Relax, Krillin. She'll never know. And trust me, you deserve this." Panchy nodded, her hands stroking him. "Just let us take care of you, dear."
### The Main Event
Bulma stood, peeling off her tight top and shorts to reveal her curvy figure—full breasts, a trim waist, and hips that swayed with confidence. Panchy followed, shedding her dress to show off a body that defied her age, still firm and enticing with soft, inviting curves. They pushed Krillin onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress as they took control.
Bulma straddled him first, her pussy hovering above his cock. She was dripping wet, her labia parted in anticipation. Slowly, she sank down, impaling herself on his massive length. "Oh, Krillin!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room. "You're so big! It's stretching my pussy so much!" Her eyes rolled back as she adjusted to his size, every inch filling her completely. She began to ride him, her hips rocking hard, her moans growing louder with each thrust. "Yes! Oh, fuck, it feels amazing!"
Panchy wasn't content to watch. She climbed onto the bed, positioning her dripping pussy over Krillin's face. "Don't forget about me, dear," she cooed, lowering herself onto his mouth. Krillin hesitated, then gave in, his tongue darting out to taste her sweetness. He licked her folds, sucking gently on her clit as she whimpered above him. "Oh, Krillin, yes! Right there!" she cried, her voice high and needy.
The room became a symphony of pleasure: Bulma's wild screams as she bounced on his cock, Panchy's loud whimpers as she ground against his face, and Krillin's muffled groans beneath them. Bulma's tight pussy clenched around him, her juices coating his shaft as she chased her climax. "Yes, yes, yes! I'm cumming!" she shouted, her body shuddering as waves of ecstasy hit her. Panchy followed moments later, her thighs trembling around Krillin's head. "Oh, Krillin, I'm cumming too!" she wailed, her release soaking his face.
Overwhelmed, Krillin couldn't hold back. With a final thrust, he erupted inside Bulma, his cock pulsing as he filled her pussy with his seed. She collapsed onto his chest, panting, while Panchy rolled to the side, both women glowing with satisfaction.
### Round Two
But they weren't done. After a brief rest, Panchy's eyes sparkled with renewed desire. "My turn," she said, climbing atop Krillin in reverse, her round ass facing him. She guided his still-hard cock into her mature pussy, gasping as he slid in deep. "Oh, it's been so long since I've had a man like this," she moaned, starting to ride him. Her movements were slower at first, savoring his size, then faster, her ass bouncing with each thrust. "Yes, Krillin! Fuck me harder!" she demanded, her voice raw with pleasure.
Bulma repositioned herself, straddling Krillin's face again. "Lick me, Krillin. Make me cum again," she ordered, lowering her soaked pussy to his lips. He obeyed, his tongue lapping at her clit as he thrust up into Panchy. The dual sensations—Panchy's tight, wet pussy gripping his cock and Bulma's sweet taste on his tongue—drove him wild.
Their moans filled the air once more. "Oh, fuck! Your cock's so deep!" Panchy screamed, her hands gripping the sheets as she rode him. Bulma ground harder against his face, her juices dripping down his chin. "That's it! Don't stop!" she cried, her voice breaking with need. They moved in sync, a frantic rhythm of lust, until they all reached their peak again. Panchy's pussy clenched around him as she came, her loud moans shaking the walls. Bulma shuddered above him, her climax soaking his face. Krillin followed, spilling into Panchy with a groan, his body spent.
### Aftermath
As they disentangled, sweaty and breathless, Bulma and Panchy showered Krillin with kisses. "You're incredible, Krillin," Bulma purred, tracing circles on his chest. "I don't know how 18 keeps up with that monster cock." Panchy smiled dreamily, snuggling against him. "We should do this more often, dear."
Krillin lay there, his mind a whirlwind. Guilt gnawed at him—he'd cheated on 18, the woman he loved. Yet the pleasure still lingered, a forbidden thrill he couldn't deny. "I… I don't know what to say," he murmured, staring at the ceiling.
Bulma smirked, her hand resting on his thigh. "Don't worry, Krillin. This stays between us. And who knows? Maybe next time you'll come willingly." Panchy giggled, and Krillin sighed, caught between shame and the lingering heat of their touch.