Roshi Therapy: Chapter 3 - Bulma - Relieving Shower

Having Kame House fumigated may have been one of the best things to ever happen to Master Roshi, as somebody had to put him up while he was without a home, and he'd lucked into the generosity of Bulma, staying with her family and kicking it back in peace and comfort. Her futuristic home, with all of its top of the line appliances and intensely comfortable furniture, were a nice upgrade from the worn in but very 'cozy' traditional old stuff that furnished his home. He took great joy in lounging across every plush piece of furniture he could, enjoying the hospitality a little too eagerly as he made himself far more at home than was appropriate of a guest. Thankfully though, Vegeta was away from the week he'd be spending with Bulma, so there was nobody who could take him in a fight that he had to worry about.

Well, maybe Trunks, but the young half-Saiyan was often over at Chichi's, and even when he was around, was as amused by the antics of the old man as any seven year-old would be.

But the real reason Master Roshi was happy that Vegeta was gone was that it meant he could finally ensnare Bulma. The blue-haired woman had been the object of his lusts since she was young enough for his interests to be illegal, but she had most certainly flourished into a gorgeous woman given the passing years. His successes over the past couple months with Videl and Android 18 had emboldened the old pervert, given him the push he needed to decide that he could finally get Bulma too, perhaps even angle for a messy, raw foursome with the beauties once she was as hopelessly smitten with his cock as the other two had been.

He decided to strike when Bulma was in the shower. Trunks was sleeping out, which meant it was only the two of them in the spacious house. The shower was a stall with windows that blurred what lay beneath far less than they should have; he could make things out quite clearly, and not just the outline of her gorgeous tits. The delicious outline of her body was utterly visible to the old man as he snuck into the bathroom, totally naked and feverishly stroking his cock to the sight of her body, even able to see where the suds had gathered in their greatest concentration. She was utterly on display for him, and he was all too happy to oblige in the 'enjoyment' of the show she inadvertently gave her guest.

Bulma had no idea he was in the bathroom watching her, not looking away from the shower head as she finished lathering up and then got to real reason she had decided to take a bath so early. Removing the shower head, she took a few steps back, pressing up against the opposite wall of the shower booth as she brought the head, still spraying its hot, soothing water all over her body, slowly down over her tits. Not because they had plenty of pesky, stubborn suds there she needed to get rid of, but because her nipples were unbearably sensitive, and the hot water coming down in a forceful spray onto them left her jaw quivering in excitement and need.

Truth be told, Bulma had not had a good fuck in far too long for her appetites. Their fast-approaching anniversary would mark a whole year since the last time Vegeta had been willing to have sex with her; he simply didn't have enough of a sex drive, it seemed, all of his energy being put toward training. He spent more time with the family than she would have expected him to, but their love life was failing spectacularly. Long showers every night were her only salivating, slumping against the back wall of the shower and bringing the hot jet stream against her needy pussy. As it ran down her midriff she drew in a sharp breath, rolling her hips a little. It became routine, a consistent nightly ritual that made the shower head her only lover.

Not thinking anyone was within earshot, Bulma cried out loudly as the hot water ran against her puffy, quivering mound. The stream was quick, hard, and merciless, the little water droplets hammering against her throbbing clitoris as she relieved a long day's sexual tension. Every day was long and every day was tense; her appetites had been unbearable for years, and she thought a physical specimen like Vegeta would be able to give her something she could get anywhere else, but instead, she got only loneliness. It wasn't fair that Saiyans seemed to be a race of physical gods, in shape well beyond the capabilities of any human, but utterly lacking in a sex drive to let all of that intense fuck potential be of use to Bulma. That just wasn't fair.

Master Roshi smiled to himself as he watched Bulma masturbate with the shower head, stroking his cock faster as he stared at the lurid sight before him, its blurriness doing little to impede his enjoyment. Especially once Bulma got moaning; he could hear her clearly enough that scarcely mattered if she was clear in view or not; he could get off to it nonetheless. Pre dripped down onto the floor, but he ignored any of the messiness that came with that, focusing in on the glorious sight at hand and pondering exactly how he was going to take advantage of his approach. More than his other recent catches, he had Bulma at a clear advantage; whether pent up or not, she was clearly horny, masturbating and ripe for him to pounce onto and start having his way with. He just had to figure out how.

Bulma moaned louder, pressing the shower head right up against her clit and rubbing it up and down. Her other hand was at her breast, kneading it as she worked out her frustration the only way she knew how. It wasn't enough. It hadn't been enough for months now, but it was her only recourse, the only way she could feel something better than the mundanity of her fingers working herself over. Something was better than nothing, and her hand trembled as she felt the pleasure running up her spine, the best she was going to get in this situation, and she learned to savour it for what it was.

Master Roshi moved in for a closer look, but in the process, he bumped his hip into a cabinet that had some glass bottles perched precariously up top. The fell to the floor, shattering and making enough noise that the moaning Bulma could hear it clearly, and she finally looked toward the rest of the room and saw the outline of the old pervert standing there, the lack of tropical colours implying that he was wearing nothing at all. "What the hell?" she shouted, slamming her hand on the shower wall. "Roshi, you old, pervert, get out of here! Can't you see I'm in the shower?"

This was his opportunity, he realized. It wasn't an optimal one, but he wasn't going to get another. Striding forward, he opened up the shower, Bulma shouting even louder as he stepped in, taking in the sight of the naked old martial arts master, but it was in particular the sight of his cock, drooling a bead of pre down onto the tile floor of the shower stall, that made her drop the shower head. Her expression, torn between shock, disgust, and admiration, was exactly what he had hoped it would be. "Ha ha, didn't think I was packing this the whole time, did you?" he asked, reaching for the stunned woman's tit, grabbing it boldly and watching as she did nothing at first. "How many years have I been hitting on you, Bulma? All this time, you could have been finding out that I was hung like a horse."

Although he was exaggerating about his endowments, Bulma couldn't tear her eyes from the veiny, throbbing cock before her. She had indeed been turning away the pervert's come-ons for years, but this was the perfect storm of need, frustration, and opportunity. It was hard to resist when she was almost a year without sex, his firm fingers squeezing her breast, his impressive cock throbbing and available, all while she'd been interrupted mid-masturbation. Especially hard when Master Roshi didn't seem to have much desire to hear her welcome him forward before he just assumed he could advance, his other hand grabbing her free breast and kneading them both. It ensured that her response, intended to be indignant, came out as a ragged little whine. His fingers were working her nipples over with more skill than Vegeta's touch ever had, the perfect balance between firmness and finesse.

"I..." She tried to get out 'I'm married', the obvious answer to this mess. The right thing to say to make this situation back off before it got extreme or any trouble came from it. But instead, the words coming out were, "I haven't had sex in almost a year. It was multiple kinds of embarrassing, both from the admission of her frustrations, and the fact that Roshi's touch was able to coax the confession out of her.

It emboldened his touch, and he pushed forward until his cock was pressing against her knees as they held together, her thighs rubbing nervously against each other. "All the more reason to put the shower head back where it goes and bend over. Don't worry, Master Roshi can take good care of that problem."

Bulma couldn't believe she was listening to him, but his words seemed so easy to swallow. She felt his penis rubbing against her thighs, a little pre-cum trickling warm and runny down her thighs, his hands fondling her in ways she had just wished Vegeta would have done an eternity ago, and something in her finally broke. Her resolve shattered, and she was ready to let Master Roshi do whatever he wanted to her. The persistent old man was finally getting his chance, as Bulma was past the point of caring anymore and willing to give anything a shot. He'd just been the only one shameless enough to try. She leaned for the shower head, pushing past him and slipping it back where it went.

But the 'bend over' part wasn't something Bulma was given much of a chance to do, because Roshi was quick to grab her ass once the shower head was clicked in, pushing her up against the shower wall himself. Her hands reached out to press against it as he got very forward and physical with her, pushing his cock forward and rubbing it between her legs. The very physical and forward approach only did her in even worse, her pussy dripping down onto his cock from the excitement that it induced, his strong hands squeezing and giving light slaps to her rear end as he lined himself up with her hole.

As the meaty cock sank into her, Bulma brought a hand down hard against the shower wall, shouting, "Fuck!" as she felt something she had been way too long without. The amazing feeling of the thick shaft spreading her open like fingers never could, providing the warmth and touch of another that a dildo lacked, was something she'd wanted too much to bear any longer, and she was ready to get fucked by Roshi if he could offer it, the sudden slamming forward of his hips into her tight snatch proving that he very much could. She moaned and twisted as she felt him push into her until his hips were up against her soft ass, hands greedily squeezing her hips as he savoured the wet tightness of finally being buried balls deep inside of Bulma Briefs.

But savouring wasn't going to empty his balls, and he started to thrust. Hard. No mercy was given to the pent-up mother as she was mercilessly fucked from the first breath he took, the thick cock savagely pumping in and out of her dripping folds as the hot water ran down both of their bodies. The thrusts shaking her core pushed moans from her lips that were nothing short of unfettered, reckless glee; now, she had the confidence that there genuinely was nobody else to hear, and she was even louder now, holding back nothing as a year of sexual frustration was fucked right out of her by perverted martial artist. It felt too good to resist, to leave pent up inside of her when bottling her needs up and leaving them woefully neglected had been the cause of these problems. She was done being responsible for her own orgasms, at least for the night, able to feel something raw and animalistic with another, and she didn't even mind who the other was anymore.

Her hands grabbed needily at the shower wall, her body trembling as she was at last given what she needed. She could feel his balls swinging forward, smacking against her clit from the hard thrusts, his cock shoving deep into her each time, stretching her pussy right out and leaving her feeling electric, with a sense of fullness she simply couldn't get over. "Vegeta never fucked me like this," she noted; Master Roshi was intense with her in ways that she couldn't get over, ways that Vegeta had never been. It was rough, dirty, and the pounding thrusts made her ass bounce and shake as his hips smacked against them time and again. She felt like she was on fire in the best of ways, twisting excitedly. This was so much better than the shower head.

"I've wanted this pussy since the first time I saw it," Roshi cackled, the fond memory of a sixteen year-old Bulma lifting her skirt up in exchange for a Dragon Ball still firm in her memory. She'd forgotten that she had no panties on, letting him see the bare, puffy mound and putting his mind on one day being able to fill that gorgeous, shaved pussy up until his balls were empty. It had been about twenty five years since that day, but he had never forgotten it, Bulma being the unattainable prize he never stopped lusting after. "And it was worth the wait."

"Nngh, I should have let you have me when I was sixteen," she groaned, biting her lip as she started pressing her hips back against him. She felt like a fool all of a sudden; of course she had no desire to give in to the pervert old master's advances, but had she known that she could have been riding this massive cock all that time, she just might have gone to him at some point. Her ass shook as she shoved against him, meeting his thrusts halfway. She'd worked off the extra weight of childbirth in the passing years since she had Trunks, but her ass remained soft and plump, squeezable and ripe for anyone to hold; she'd kept it that way for Vegeta, but in his absence, Master Roshi did a fine job at fondling and smacking it, making sure that investment was one well placed.

Such a dirty confession made Roshi's cock throb within her tight, clenching hole, the two sharing a groan of excitement as he redoubled his efforts, hammering the lonely housewife as hard as he could. His hands kept coming down onto her ass, making it jiggle and bounce, the hot water helping soothe the steadily increasing soreness away as he got rougher with her still. It was impossible not to, when she was saying such filthy things and vindicating years of masturbating to that memory. He was a pervert, sure, but he was currently a pervert burying his cock inside the tight, clenching hole of a gorgeous--and, he was insistent, middle aged--Bulma, and both of them were adoring everything about it.

"You don't have to worry about going a year without sex again," he said, running hands up her back, along the downward trickle of shower water running off of her. His hands then curled forward, going right for her swaying breasts, seizing them and holding tightly on. It kept them still as he pinched and tugged a little at her nipples, nowhere near enough to be painful, but more than enough to excite her further, little glimmers of the intensity she craved. "You can always just swing by Kame House and take a ride if you want, I won't mind. You can even stay a night, free of charge."

Her sloppy pussy leaked down onto the shower floor, the quim being washed away nearly instantly by the rushing water, flushed down the drain. She had never been this horny before, so uncontrollably needy and wound up. Indulgence had opened the door for decadence, and the more she got, the more she wanted. The fire wasn't put out, it was fed. It raged deeper within her, left her wanting more, not taking what she was receiving as anywhere near enough. A year without sex left her hungry for a year's worth of sex, and even her normal appetites meant that she was going to need plenty of it if she was going to be finally satisfied.

But she trusted Roshi to give it to her. The perverted master had stamina for days, and his hard drilling of her clenching pussy was the most delightful fucking she'd ever received. Shower sex had always been a curiosity of hers, and at long last she could know how great it was, feeling the spray of hot water upon her back as a thick cock tore her open and filled her up. All it would take was a single call to Chichi for Trunks to stay over for a while, and she could let the old pervert do whatever he wanted to her ripe and primed body; she doubted she'd mind of any of it. Need was giving way to depravity, and if she was going to cheat, she was going to go all out with it.

"Cum inside of me," she groaned, biting her lip as she shut her eyes tightly, soaking in all of the amazing feelings running through her body. One of her hands released the shower wall, her body slumping forward a little more as it went right for her clit, rubbing the throbbing little nub madly, adding yet another level to the sensations coursing through her; she wanted her first orgasm by another's touch in almost a year to be something incredible. "I love getting creampied, but it's been so long." Her fingers pressed against the swollen clitoris, getting a nice little circular motion going. "Won't you make a needy housewife happy?" She couldn't even believe herself how far she'd gone, but it all felt so natural, so right. She wasn't willing to stop for any of it, pushed to the point of desperation and now ready to go to any lengths once she'd made the leap.

"Of course I will," Roshi noted, leaning forward and kissing her shoulder as he made sure each thrust was rapid and deep, hammering as far into her as he could go as his hands continued to work her gorgeous body over in the final seconds before his release. He was loving how open Bulma was, shameless and willing to just throw herself into his arms and his desires. He'd always expected more reluctance from her than the none he was getting, but there wasn't a complaint on his lips as he slammed forward one last time, grunting as his cock throbbed and erupted inside of her. The hot rush of thick, virulent cum pouring out in almost excessive volume into her clenching folds felt amazing coming out, but he knew that for Bulma, it must have felt amazing going in. He watched as she cried out, twisting and shuddering before him as her orgasm tore powerfully through her. Her pussy gushed all over her feet and the shower wall, the twitching mother losing herself to the insane bliss of finally knowing release from someone else's touch, capped off with of course having balls empty themselves right into her sloppy, needy snatch.

Bulma shivered as she came down from her high. "That was amazing," she panted, looking over her back, biting her lip as she stared at the smiling old pervert. "You're not done yet, are you?"

"The last time I ran out of steam before the girl I was with was two hundred years ago," Roshi bragged, pulling slowly from her gaping, thoroughly fucked hole, only to shove her right up against the wall quite suddenly. She yelped in surprise as he lined his cock up with her supple ass, pressing the still throbbing erection between her cheeks. "You might want to unattach the shower head for this one."

The words and the realization of what was coming sent Bulma's hand up there so fervidly that she nearly tore it right out of the wall trying to get the head down. She pressed her hips back against him, her cheeks squished against his pelvis as his cock ached, a little roll of his own body briefly grinding teasingly against her rear end. It slipped between her slick cheeks, and as she got herself steadied against the wall, the old pervert started to hotdog her quite intensely, hands coming down onto her ass cheeks once more with aggressive, playful slaps that made her moan rather than swing around to hit him. She was just about ready to swear herself over to him, if she was being completely honest with herself.

He had her where he wanted her, and he could have used her dripping need, the fact her pussy leaked down her thighs, as leverage to get whatever he wanted out of her, but he knew he already had it. Nothing she could say to insult the thought of her husband could compare to her regret about not riding his cock as a teenager, and he knew from that moment that he had her. So instead, he pulled back until his cock was right up against her hole, and then eased his way back in slowly, ready to reap all the sweet rewards.

Bulma whined and shivered as his cock opened her ass up. Anal had been a treat so sparse she couldn't even remember the last time she'd received it, and she hadn't indulged much in anal self-love. It meant that she was tight. Unbearably so, to the massive cock Roshi sported, but as he sank into her, it didn't seem like he was going to let that slow him down very much. It left her gasping and whining as he pushed steadily forward, slowly spreading her anal walls open whether they were ready for him or not, and the raw sensation that followed made her hand move impatiently down her body to get the stream of hot water up against her folds even quicker. "Bottom out," she insisted, face pressed against the shower wall as her body throbbed in heated excitement. "Push until you run out, or it won't go in any further. I want as much of it as I can get."

The shower head had never felt as good against her folds as it did in that moment. Her afterglow left her extra sensitive, and Roshi's dick spearing her back door provided something she couldn't deny, amplifying everything she felt. The hot water washed away all of her sticky nectar, and even though more leaked out, it didn't stay long. She pushed the head tight against her plump, aching mound, moaning as she braced herself for what was to come, absolutely ready for whatever he was going to dish out. She wasn't even sure what it was, but she expected it would end rather intensely.

And she was right. Roshi managed to embed his entire cock in her round butt, pulling back slowly before easing his way in a little faster. He took care with Bulma; she was primed and in a mental state that meant she would have done anything with him, and he didn't want to ruin that with sudden pain and discomfort. So he took it slow with her, letting her build up to the point of desperation and looseness that he could really start to work with. Of course, slowly rocking in and out of her ass still proved an amazing feeling all its own; her anal lining hugged tightly around his cock, an unbearable clenching that he had to fuck loose slowly, and he took great pleasure in doing so.

The steady back and forth slowly opened her up, got her looser and ready, more accommodating to what was coming, and soon, Bulma's jaw was quivering and she could take no more. The hot water was merciless, its endless flow as it was pressed against her folds proving more intense than ever before. It wasn't the star this time, but the addition, accentuating the pleasure, and with her body already aflame she was more sensitive to it, her body shivering in ecstatic glee as her other hand went to her breast. "Master Roshi, I... I want you to go faster now. Harder, too." She wasn't sure what she was signing up for, what 'faster' would be, but she trusted it. Or at least, she was horny enough to decide that it was worth going for, no matter what.

But her trust wasn't misplaced. Roshi picked up the pace steadily, pushing a little faster and more forcefully into her, building them both slowly up. He didn't go faster than he thought she could handle, and his hands massaged the plump cheeks to keep her squirming all the while as he got himself ready. It was a natural build, one that Bulma never felt was too slow for her; whenever she was about ready to get a bit faster, he was doing it before the request was upon her lips, and instead a moan spilled out as the speed increased yet again. His fingers followed suit, the kneading slowly turning rougher, becoming slaps and squeezes and tugs that made her feel like she was in for the assfucking of a lifetime, and there were very few reasons to feel that she wasn't.

And then it happened. The breaking point, where he was going all out, savagely fucking Bulma's ass with hard thrusts, the shower stall filling with the slapping noise of his hips rapidly striking her rear end. His hips worked overtime, fast as they'd ever been before, as he shoved himself balls deep again and again into her, practically fucking her right into the wall as he went. His moans and grunts of effort were loud, hands grabbing her everywhere he damn well could as he proved himself capable of giving Bulma all the relief she needed from her neglectful sex life. And oh what a proving it was; Bulma was screaming and writhing against the wall as she was taken, howling in utter bliss as her ass was fucked deep and hard, the rapid pistoning of the thick cock into her needy hole finally scratching her itch. Selfishly, she wanted more, but there was not going to be any lack of satisfaction once she hit her peak.

The relentless shower spray was barely even a factor, but she kept it tight against her dripping hole, rubbing it against her mound as it continued to spray its hot, soothing jet of water. When she couldn't keep her grip any longer, her fingers released it and it fell to the floor, Bulma howling as her pussy exploded in another gush of sticky nectar. Her body bucked frantically back and forth, shoving herself against the sturdy hips of the old martial artist, who more than gladly topped off her howling bliss with his own release. The flood of cum deep into her bowels, warm and sticky and just perfect, accentuated the throbbing waves of pleasure coursing through her, leaving the adulterous Bulma a very happy woman as she slumped down onto the shower floor, twitching and shuddering in blissed out madness.

Even Roshi needed a second after that, pulling out of her ass, leaving it gaping and leaking with his seed. "Vegeta's an idiot," he noted, grabbing the fallen shower head and slipping it back to where it belonged, watching Bulma shudder in her sweet afterglow until her breathing was steady. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you get what you need from now on." His hands went next to the frilly, still sudsy loofah she'd been using, taking it and lathering up her breasts, making her moan and bite her lips as she looked up at him curiously.

"What's that for?'

Instead of explaining, Roshi showed her, parting her breasts and slipping his cock into them, engaging right away in a soapy titfucking, his cock poking up at the chin of the Capsule Corp scientist. But as he wrapped her tits around his shaft and started thrusting, his mind was only partially on Bulma. He thought about the problems she was having, how oddly well they lined up with the issues of Videl and Android 18, and began to wonder if maybe he could get something he hadn't had in about a century out of the three women.

Well, except for that one time. But he'd paid that one this. This would be on the house.