Roshi Therapy: Chapter 6 - Chi-Chi

Maybe it was wrong of Roshi to look at Chi-Chi that way. Well no, he knew it was, and to be 'fair', there was something wrong with the way he looked at all the wives of the Z Fighters, but Chi-Chi was a special situation, given just how young she had been when he first met her. Not that she was as young any more, of course; now, she was a ripe, lovely woman, with a body that would have hardly implied she was a mother twice over. She was beautiful, and Master Roshi couldn't have resisted setting his eyes upon her before long. Whether going after a widow was in poor taste or not depended on one's capacity for decency, and given how frequently Roshi chased the wives and girlfriends of friends who were still very much alive, it seemed he cared very little for such means.

It had been a few years since Goku's death before Roshi could get Chi-Chi alone and primed to put the moves on. She'd come to Kame House for a 'vacation' of sorts, Gohan and Videl having implored her to go and get some rest somewhere isolated and quiet where she didn't have to stress about anything, insisting they could take care of the cleaning for a while and that nothing would go wrong. Gohan's intentions were a little less than selfless; as much as he thought his mom deserved a break from everything, he also wanted her to spend long enough away that he and Videl could have full run of the house and a nice, intense week of endless sex to look forward to. Videl agreed, but she pushed hard to lean on her to go over to Kame House in particular as a favour to Master Roshi, knowing that he'd enjoy few things more than if she delivered her future mother in law up to him on a silver platter.

It was perhaps the first time that Chi-Chi had truly relaxed in quite some time. She very rarely ever able to truly relax, but Master Roshi had become such a strangely insistent, hospitable guest who encouraged her to just lounge around so much that she would have felt bad if she didn't. After all, it would have been incredibly impolite to do otherwise. There was no way to go about her vacation other than to treat it as a proper vacation, and the almost tropical nature of the distant, small island left her deciding she was better off enjoying the kind of relaxation that a busy life raising two rowdy, half-Saiyan boys always kept her from.

She settled happily onto the beach, wearing a bikini she never thought she would have a chance to wear and which she was amazed fit her. It was a black and shameless number, one that hugged her hips and her breasts, left her almost feeling young again as she soaked in the sunlight bearing warmly down upon her. It was soothing in ways she would never have thought it would be, genuinely finding relief in the beach-side relaxation as she turned around again and again, unsure if she liked her position on the beach chair lying on her back or her stomach, but both of them were equally lovely when it came to feeling the sun's warmth upon her.

Master Roshi couldn't decide which one he liked better, either, as he watched Chi-Chi's sunbathing from a distance. On her back, he could feel her lovely breasts and her surprisingly immaculate stomach, catch her pretty face as she leaned back with her eyes closed, more serene than she had ever appeared before. But on her stomach, he had a ripe view of her taut backside, which had a lovely curve and obvious firmness to it that drew his eyes intensely. So much of Chi-Chi was so perfect, and he was already feeling hungry for the pleasures that her body looked to offer as he lurched forward slowly, a pervert smile upon his face. Videl had been such a great girl for sending Chi-Chi over to him, and he was going to reward that tight bodied little tart for her help next time he saw her, but until then, he was out to lock down Gohan's mom the same way he had his girlfriend.

Once Chi-Chi rolled once more onto her stomach, Master Roshi walked forward gladly, smirking as he dialed up the charm. Leaning over the long, almost horizontal beach chair, he placed his hands slowly onto her shoulders, and before she could react, said, "Just relax, I'm here to give you a massage. You're so tense I can see it in your shoulders."

Chi-Chi may have objected to the sudden, unprompted touching, were it for the fact that Master Roshi knew his way around a back very well. The first thing out of her mouth was a groan as she felt the fingers and palms against her as he seized the tension in her upper body and began to knead it out of her. She had indeed been tense, and shockingly, the old man was an incredible masseuse, his skilled hands taking no time at all to reassure her of his touch. It helped that she wanted to relax, too, that she was so comfortable sunbathing on the beach-side that this new level of comfort was something she was all too ready to sink into and embrace. She purred lowly, and her head went lazily down, her body going limp and relaxed. "I didn't know you knew how to give a massage."

"I learned it when I was younger," he replied with a smirk. It was just one of his tools to get into a woman's pants, an easy seduction method that left every woman he'd done it to more relaxed and off their guard, leaving him to perfectly segue into what else he had in store for them. He expected this to be no different, and focused on making sure that Chi-Chi was as comfortable as could be as he pushed onward, getting more comfortable. "You spend too much time leaned over a sink for your own good."

Chi-Chi didn't bother responding with anything but a groan of relief. She didn't feel like defending herself or the gradual wear of keeping home, especially as it had never felt quite as dire and overbearing as it did once she felt the stark contrast that came from having some steadily relieving touches melt away all of her aches. The tension lifted from her shoulders, tension that her boys had left her with. There'd been so much, and even now with Goku long gone she worried about Gohan and Goten just as much; they were their father's sons, after all. But for that wonderful moment, she wasn't consumed by terror and that low, tingling worry something was wrong with one of her sons. All she felt was calmness settling over her as her body loosened up and she sank deeper and deeper into the sweet surrender of her massage.

Roshi's hands made their way down Chi-Chi's back slowly, not working her over too quickly as he did his best to try and keep her comfortable and calm, knowing that if he pushed too fast or too suddenly, he might jerk her right out of her slow descent and draw her fury. As tempted as he was to undo her bra as he undid the knots and agony running down her spine, he skipped over it, having other things in mind for Chi-Chi. Patiently he worked, ignoring his own hunger swelling as the allure of her soft skin and the firm body beneath finally against his hands, the chance before him to finally fuck Chi-Chi, proved more intense than he was sure he could handle for long. Fortunately, his hands finally found their way to her waist, and he was in business.

The steady progress of the massage was so slow and natural that Chi-Chi almost didn't realize what was going on when Roshi first grabbed her ass, squeezing the cheeks and kneading them steadily. She twisted a little, groaning as her dulled mind took a moment to come back to reality, by which point Roshi had already taken some nice handfuls of her taut, shapely bottom. She gasped, head turning and pulling up, but by that point, she felt something other than hands against her rear as Roshi lowered himself down. The old pervert had been completely naked as he massaged her back, and now, his cock found itself pressing down against the black bikini bottom-clad rear, pushing between the cheeks he held apart a little bit. Of course, with such a scant garment and such a massive cock, there was plenty not touching it, and pre-cum oozed from his tip, dripping down to the small of her back.

Catching an eyeful of the naked martial arts master, greeted as she turned back with the sight of his cock, put colour into Chi-Chi's cheeks, left her so outraged and scandalized that she found herself short of words and unsure how to even begin responding to what was in front of her. She stammered and stumbled about what she was trying to say, eyes wide as she gazed with abject terror at the cock. Words fell out worriedly, but they failed to form anything resembling a proper, actual word as she stared. It was all she could do as she watched him grind his hips back and forth, dry humping her rear as his hands continued to work. "Master Roshi?" she finally got out, as if almost unsure this was really happening.

But Roshi continued on, undeterred. "I told you, I was going to help with your tension," he said, smirking as he ground his cock against the fabric of her bikini bottom, adoring the firm ass so taut beneath. "And that means all of your tension, not just your stiff shoulders." His hands released her ass and drifted along her hips, reaching for the side tie at her hip. "There's somewhere else that you're tense, isn't it?"

There was so much wrong with the thoughts coursing through Chi-Chi's mind as she stared unflinchingly at the twitching cock before her. It was massive, and just the sight of it left her wet, needy and almost wanting to writhe beneath him, to push her ass tight against it and start to rock her hips. "There is," she confessed shamefully, biting her lip. "But..."

"It's okay," he said, smirking as he continued to grind against her ass, going faster and firmer as his seduction of the woman drew further and deeper down into something intense. "You've needed this for years now, haven't you? Just let this happen." He kept his voice low and soothing as his cock continued to ache against her ass, which made Chi-Chi shudder more. He knew how to tempt a woman, and the way that his usual efforts in front of others always seemed so ineffectual only made it even more potent when he got them alone and off their guard.

"It's been so long," Chi-Chi confessed, biting her lip as she leaned her head back down, allowing him to continue grinding against her ass. "Ngh, and you're..." Her jaw trembled a little bit as she felt him press firmer against her. Temptation was high and she found herself growing intoxicated as her pussy grew wetter and wetter even from the steady grind against her ass and the occasional droplets of pre on her back. It was shameful to admit how horny she was getting, how much she wanted this for all the many things wrong with the moment, but she couldn't fight it, and her hands gripped the sides of the chair tighter as she shook. "What are you going to do?"

"Relieve all of your tensions, just like I promised," he said, smirking as he lifted up off of her a little bit and opened up her untied bikini bottom, revealing a lovely, taut rear end that made his cock ache harder. "Of course, I've got some tensions of my own to deal with first." His hands moved to her sides, helping roll her around onto her back, and he knew that Chi-Chi had no idea what he was about to have in store for her.

The black-haired woman followed his motions, soon enough supine on the steeply inclined beach chair, unsure what he was about to do but welcoming it gladly. She got a better look now at his cock, massive and throbbing, ready to plunge into her and help ease her out of the rut of loneliness she'd found herself in. She grabbed at the halfway slipping off bikini bottom and pulled it away, revealing to Roshi her cleanly kept and trimmed snatch; even if nobody was seeing it, she kept herself perfectly groomed, because she would have to see it. "I'm ready," she said, not entirely sure she was, but horny enough that she was definitely going to say she was. Panting heavily and wearing nothing but a bikini top, the mother of two felt almost young and adventurous again as she stared up at the hung old man.

"So am I," Roshi said, turning the level on the side of the chair and pulled it a bit more upright and into something closer to a proper chair, which brought Chi-Chi up more, his cock right in her face, at which point he seized the moment and did the thing he'd wanted to do for quite some time, and drove his cock right into her mouth.

Chi-Chi gasped and gagged in shock at the suddenness and surprise of Master Roshi's approach; he didn't go for her pussy, like he'd expected him to. Needed him to. He went for her mouth, stepping forward and straightening himself out as his feet went up onto the arm rests and his hands grabbed at her bun and the loose black bangs, choosing instead to sate his own hunger with her body as he let her madness build even higher. She tried to respond, tried to say something, but all that followed was a whimper as he began to thrust and showed exactly what the old man could do to a gal's mouth even at his age.

"Finger yourself. Go on, get even wetter for me," he encouraged, all of the gentle smoothness of his voice gone, replaced by the familiar sound of the old pervert as he began to wildly fuck the widow's pretty face. It was a wonderful feeling as he claimed yet another conquest, but this one felt all too interesting for the context around it. He'd already been balls deep in every hole of Videl more times than he could count, fucked her gorgeous future daughter in law every which way and even shoved Android 18's face into Videl's ass one time and made the blonde rim her while he in turn fucked the lovely robot. And there he was now, fucking the mother of the first man he'd cuckolded in so long that he could barely handle the thrill of it all. In all of his years, he'd never had the luck of banging a mother and daughter pair, but this was close enough to the long held fantasy that he was fired up and going even harder than usual as he facefucked Chi-Chi and ensured that the first sexual experience she'd had in years was something far more brutal and vulgar than she could have possibly imagined.

Of all the many reactions Chi-Chi could have had, the fact that the one she chose was to do as he advised was rather worrisome. Or at least, it should have been, but she was so consumed by need that without any hesitation, she reached down between her spread legs and began to rub at her sopping wet pussy, legs squirming and twisting about as she touched herself. It had been too long of doing only this at night, of having to tend to her own orgasm and satisfy her own needs with nothing but her own hands. And granted, she was having to do that herself here as well, but something was different. She not only felt hornier, but somehow the touch of another, the hands in her hair and the cock in her mouth, all provided a warmth and intimacy that pushed her further into a mindset primed to touch herself, if not to outright climax then at least to crank up her body's needs and tension further, so that she could feel so much better coming down.

Bobbing her head back and forth, Chi-Chi got quickly into what she was being asked to do, sucking his cock deeper and deeper down as his hips swayed back and forth, pushing cock into her mouth with gusto. She felt it go down deep, pushing into her throat, stretching it out a little in ways that she should have felt guilty for loving so much, but she felt herself further and further past the point of being able to give a shit each time his cock drew back and she longed to feel him deep within her again. Her fingers were following suit as Chi-Chi sank two into her drooling slit as her palm and the other three digits rubbed along her outer folds, grinding against her clitoris and spreading her plump labia out. Moans made the cock vibrate within her throat, which drew groans of excitement and pleasure from Roshi.

The way that Chi-Chi so eagerly embraced sucking his cock made him want to fuck her face harder and faster, so he did just that, glad to see another woman surrendering to the delights of his massive cock and her own frustrations. It was a difficult job, keeping all of the women he knew happy, who for one reason or another weren't getting enough orgasms from their men or who simply didn't have men anymore, but it was one he gladly took upon himself, the hero they all needed as he now brought another woman into the folds. A woman who seemed much less like the warm and loving mother with composure and dignity as drool leaked down her chin and into her cleavage, as she got facefucked right on his beach-side front yard, her vacation turned from one of silence into one of carnal excitement.

Dexterous fingers pushed deeper into Chi-Chi's pussy, curling within and pushing harder against her g-spot, rubbing needily against the nub as she sought to get off on sucking cock, which was more than she'd been able to get off "on" in what felt like an eternity. A brutal, lonely eternity of a cold bed and no truly satisfying release. This was the opposite of that, fulfilling the widow in ways that she could barely believe, washing away the tensions of being a single mother and of her own neglected sexuality, filling her with a throbbing sense of delight that she only wanted more and more of as she took his cock all the way down, her noise pushing against his pelvis as his balls slapped against her chin. She'd taken his cock all the way down, and had no idea how she'd done it given the fact that the only man she'd ever made love to, Goku, could not hold a candle to him, but the choking noises and bursting strands of saliva spilling from her lips said that she couldn't maintain that impressive physical feat forever.

"I can't believe this," Roshi said happily, holding tightly onto her hair and keeping his cock all the way down her gullet, loving the sensation of it and the amazing feeling that followed. Even as she choked and squirmed, he held there, savouring the tightness of her throat, the spasming and the wetness, the sensation of a woman struggling with his cock as he held in place. He didn't need any compliments about his size given what he could do and the way that women threw them at him gladly once he got truly fired up, but damn it felt good to hold there just a little bit longer, if only for the conclusive proof of what he could do.

Still, he had no intention of making Chi-Chi pass out, and soon enough, he was pulling back, letting her gasp for air and shudder while he pushed his now very slimy cock right up against her cheek, running his hand along the impressive length. He didn't need very long after what he'd just enjoyed, pulling his hips back as a few strokes later, he came undone. His cock erupted, and the pent up load he'd been saving for the first chance he got to fuck Chi-Chi was quite an impressive one. He jerked his cock about so that while most of it ended up streaming across Chi-Chi's face, plenty more streaked from the top of one breast to another, and a little it even getting down into her cleavage and leaving her shivering about fitfully as he snickered. "The old man's still got it!'

"Ngh, he does," Chi-Chi groaned, done pretending she had any composure left. As Master Roshi stood in front of her, cock in hand, bald with bushy beard of white and many obvious signs of age, she was left very aware that she wanted a man who was in over three hundred years old to fuck her senseless. There was no decency left in that, no chance for genuine shame, and if she was going to embrace her horniness and how much she wanted him, then it stood to reason that she go fully shameless and start acting like the kind of woman who'd lust after an old man's giant dick. "But does he have it enough to give me what I need now?"

"Funny you should mention that," he said, deciding to get playful as he stroked his still rigid cock, slapping the slimy member across her cheek a few times for good measure. "Roll back onto all fours, and I'll show you." He kicked at the lever, pushing the chair back down to being almost completely flat. "Get that ass up high, and you'll learn that I've got it enough to go all night. You can't find a guy in the world who has stamina like I have."

Ready to learn if age was truly not an obstacle for Master Roshi, she nodded, biting her lip as she lay back and rolled over, getting onto her hands and knees as she pushed her taut ass high up, honestly quite proud about how toned it was, how excellently she kept in shape for a mother of two. Exercise tapes had come in very handy, and she proudly bore her wonderful body as she looked back over her shoulder, finding that Master Roshi still stood atop the armrests of the chair, balanced as he squatted down and slapped his wet cock against her ass cheeks. "I've been waiting a long time for this," he said happily, positioning his cock tip right up against her rear entrance, the clenching pink hole trembling as he got himself ready and lined up perfectly for what he was about to subject her to. Then, once he was sure she was ready, he slammed down excitedly, laughing to himself as he claimed Chi-Chi's ass.

The howl from the black-haired and very, very horny woman rang out across the empty beach that encircled Kame Island. Her head rolled back, and he grabbed firm hold of her hair bun, tugging on it as he began to fuck her ass with exactly the kind of speed and vigour she had come to expect after her facefucking. And it was an amazing roughness; she admitted it gladly and loudly, shouting, "Yes!" as she was taken so hard. She shuddered, one of her hands grabbing the armrest for steadiness as the other reached down between her legs, tended once more to her sopping wet pussy, deftly working over her desperate folds and their sorry, sloppy state as she rocked her hips back and forth. Roshi was upon her immediately with an aggression and fire that she wanted so much more of, as she found searing hot bliss to be the perfect solution to her woes and her loneliness.

It amazed Master Roshi that he had a chance to fuck Chi-Chi so roughly without retaliation, but he wasn't about to slow down because he thought he'd achieved the impossible. He pressed excitedly onward, slapping her ass and pulling her hair as he reveled in what he had come upon, the opportunities and openness that had let him go all out with her. "Your ass is so tight," he groaned, almost unable to believe the exquisite way her anal lining clenched around his cock. He wasn't sure if it was because her ass hadn't been fucked in years, or if it had indeed ever been fucked at all, but he drove inch after inch of thick, saliva coated, aching cock deeper and deeper into her back door as he sought to fuck her loose.

All in all, he found Chi-Chi providing certain things that none of his other conquests of late had. While the likes of Bulma were unhappy with their marriages and how little attention they got form their men, they were still having sex, it just wasn't regular sex. But this was something else entirely; Chi-Chi wasn't getting any sex anywhere, a mess of desperation and years of widowhood driving her mad with the agony of not having any way to vent her frustrations and find release. But she found it here, gifted with the ability to get off hard and without shame. She opened up in ways he could have never fathomed, unfettered in her embrace of the pleasure he offered and sinking into depths he never would have imagined she could, but within those depths he found something so rawly sexual that he couldn't say no to what was coming, embracing with eagerness everything about the sensations in play here.

"Do you want it harder?" he asked, testing the boundaries of just how far he could push her and coax reactions that proved more and more vulgar, giving her ass a few hard strikes as he undid the bun her hair was tied into, grabbing a messy handful of silken black that he gladly tugged back hard on. He got rougher and more aggressive, wanting to see if he could go further with her, if she would be receptive to it as he saw her descent and decided some dragging was in order.

"Ngh, yes! Fuck me harder!" she screamed, showing Roshi that if he wanted to get into a game of testing boundaries, he was in for some surprises. With the knowledge that she was ten miles out from the mainland, let alone anything resembling another human being, she felt no shame about being as noisy as she wanted to be, gasping and howling as her fingers toyed with her needy cunt, which leaked her sticky nectar into a small puddle on the beach chair, not to mention all over her thighs, turning them into downright messes. But she didn't care; she wanted to be a mess, wanted to writhe in ecstasy and whatever debauchery the old man had left. For years she'd been holding out against the thought of even considering being with another man, and Roshi had preyed on something vulnerable within her, something desperate and twisting. But she didn't even mind, embracing it and owning up to her hunger as continued to move excitedly, not willing to stop for anything as she bit down hard on her lip and fingerfucked herself harder than she had in all of these years. The time for holding back had long since come to an end, and now all she cared about was getting all those years of backed up orgasms she felt that she had indeed been owed.

There were no words in the world that Master Roshi could have found sweeter than those, and he grunted as he slammed forward, brutally fucking her ass. It was an amazing feeling, to be know that he was fucking Chi-Chi so hard that she was gladly dropping any decency or shame to let him know exactly how she felt about what he was doing to her. He wanted more of it, wanted to push and foster that debauchery further and see just what he could make her do, and there was plenty of vacation time left to do it. So he fucked Chi-Chi with the cock that had cucked her own son, a nasty little secret he was waiting until he was sure she was addicted to his cock to share with her. It would be neater that way, and not utterly derail the moment.

Roshi didn't hold back his release as it came, as his body trembled and bucked, and his balls slapped against her drooling cunt. He embraced all of it as he groaned, shunting his cock all the way into her ass hole, which had become much less tight than it previously was, as he blew his load deep into her bowels, left her howling as she gushed in turn all over her fingers, the two of them hitting their incredible peaks in near perfect sync with one another, bodies shivering and writhing as the afterglow beset them.

Chi-Chi whined as she let her hand fall limply down, biting her lip as slowly, the old man pulled out of her. She couldn't believe what she had done, but she was so happy that she had, as she felt all of the tensions begin to soften. She knew she'd want more; in fact, she felt like she needed more, but as she looked back at the wrinkly pervert, she felt so happy with the turn of events, and didn't regret any of what she had done, or was about to do.