“Gohan is at work,” Videl says sweetly as she welcomes Goku and Chi Chi into her home. The young baker wipes her shaky hands on her apron.
“Grandma and Grandpa just stopped by to visit baby Pan,” Goku says with his trademark goofy smile. Chi Chi peers around the corner.
Videl waves at her messy kitchen, “I was making a pie while Pan finished her nap.”
“You’re becoming such a great wife!” Chi Chi beams at Videl. “But I have to see that baby now.” She squeezes Goku’s arm. “You two can train together or something, right? Hee hee!” she shuffles down the hallway.
After the nursery door clicks shut, Videl turns to Goku, “Why did she say that?”
He pulls her into his arms and rakes the smooth skin of her neck with his teeth. “You smell delicious.”
“Whoa,” she pushes away, panicked, and steps back, “Are you crazy?”
“Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time.” He steps forward, cornering Videl behind her living room couch.
“We can’t… like this…,” she whispers, frozen.
“I do whatever I want,” he growls low and shoves hard, folding her over the couch.
With her face smashed into the cushions, she has no leverage with her feet. “But, Mrs. Son is—!”
Pinning her with his leaden strength, he humps her bubble butt as she wriggles. “Go ahead, fight me. I’ll enjoy it,” he pretzels her arms behind her back and kicks her feet apart. Silent swirling ki whips her to a froth despite her fear and frustration. His god-erection presses insistently at her tiny body, ready for raucous release.
“No, I don’t want to!” she whispers; her twat tingles with fearful anticipation.
He reaches roughly up her skirt, squeezing her silky thigh. He rubs on her puffed naked pussy lips, pressing and probing as he pleases.
He springs his dick from his pants and chuckles, “Gohan will never fuck you like I do.”
“Please…,” she pants, “do it quick.”
She grunts as Goku thrusts, his thick dick piercing her pussy and sinking into her hot, juicy core.
“You feel that, deep in your cunt?” He flexes his cock, flipping her g-switch.
She gurgles involuntarily, convulsing beneath him with electric pins of pleasure.
“Yeah. You’re mine…,” Goku smirks. “Even when you suck another man’s dick!”
Videl bucks, “You promised to keep our secret,” she mutters, struggling with the soiled memory of their last rendezvous. “Who was it?” she hisses.
She squeezes so fucking hard when she’s angry!
“Why would you want to know?” he smirks and thrusts thoughtlessly, “Bliss is ignorance.”
“I…,” she pants as he pounds, “don’t like being used.”
“You love being used,” he fucks her hard, sloppily, pulling out slowly and slamming in again, sweating a little. “You’re garbage, and you know it—”
CREAK, down the hallway, Chi Chi opens the nursery door.
Videl gasps, all her muscles tense; Goku, grimacing, quick grabs his cock and pulls out.
She releases a premature sigh of relief; he snatches her hair and throws her down on her knees. Pumping his fist over the head of his pulsing prick, he grunts, “I know my place. It’s time you learned yours.” And then, fast: he jerks, jerks, jerks, jerks, jerks, jerks—
SPLAT!
SPIRT!
Splat.
He slings hot smelly cum into her shocked, pretty face.
He bends, snarling close to her ear, “Stop fucking Gohan. Then maybe I’ll let you cum again.”
“You bastard…,” she seethes, wiping at her eyes. She looks around, but Goku disappears down the hall.
“Chi Chi, you’re so beautiful holding our grandbaby!”
“Goku-sa!” his wife giggles. “Oho, you’re terrible!”
Videl wipes her face with her apron, trembling. The timer for the pie dings.