Roshi Therapy: Chapter 7 - Panchy

Bedding Chichi had fired Roshi up. He'd had a blast in fucking the housewife, but more than that, in coming closer than ever before o claiming the mother/daughter set. The problem was that having a taste of something close to the real thing was that it only left his hunger even fiercer; before, it had simply been an entry on his bucket list, but now it was becoming something he couldn't resist, something that consumed his thoughts and dominated his thoughts on where to look next for a quick, steady fucking. He needed the mother or daughter of a woman he'd already fucked, and the pickings were slimmer than expected. One of his regular sluts would be easiest, but few of them really had parent. Chichi and Videl's mothers were both long deceased and Android 18 had no mother by virtue of being a robot. None had any daughters of age, which left him looking to Bulma.

Panchy Brief was quite the looker for her age. In fact, she seemed to have barely aged since he'd first met her back when Bulma was jail bait, even though now Panchy was now a grandmother. She looked so far removed from her age that the second Roshi had thought of her, he knew he was locked into his choice. He had to somehow seduce the ditsy married woman and get what he wanted out of the whole thing; finally fucking both a mother and her daughter. While at the same time would have been even better, he kept his goals modest and simply strove to unload his balls into the set; especially when threesomes could always come once he had both generations slavishly adoring his cock. So he talked it out with Bulma, using the fact that the bluenette was already smitten with him to convince her to get her father out of the house for a while, which left Panchy ripe for the picking.

But there was one other thing Bulma did before departing. In a brazen testament to just how gone she was in light of the intense fucking Roshi gave her, she slipped an aphrodisiac into her mom's tea on the way out, which ensured that the housewife would be as desperate as possible, primed and unable to resist the raw intensity of Roshi's cock, overcoming her general oblivious ditziness and ensuring that when she was presented with his dick, neither decency nor shock would keep her from it. The plan was perfect, and all it needed was a little time to set in.

Roshi waited a while after he saw Bulma and her father leave, knowing the drug would take some time to set in, and probably some time after that until Panchy was at the point of absolute madness. He could wait, parked patiently outside in a Capsule Corp van, so excited by the prospect and the theatrics of the setup that he was already stroking his cock before he'd even gotten in there; the expectation of sex was always something that he didn't handle very well, riled up and horny about the possibility but unable to tend to his needs fully. He wasn't good at waiting, but he knew he had to; there would be much better fun awaiting him if he only kept himself under control and didn't leave the rental van Bulma had left for him to camp out in covered in cum.

But eventually, the opportunity presented itself, and Roshi was all over it. He practically ran out of the van, eagerly bolting for the living room, where he found Panchy in precisely the kind of desperate state he'd been hoping for. The blonde housewife was utterly consumed by the intense physical sensitivity and aches that the pill provided, crying out as she lay on the couch, her dress hiked up and her fingers hammering at her pussy, her body moving with frantic, needy grace. She was loud, too, shameless in ways that seemed odd for the usually quite cheery but not ragged Panchy. Not that Roshi minded in the goddamn least, smirking as he stepped forward happily. "Need some help?" he asked.

Panchy gasped as she looked up at Roshi, eyes wide. She should have wondered why he was in her home, just stepping in uninvited and unannounced, let alone staring at her like he was here solely to help her with the sudden wave of inexplicable arousal that had washed over her. But that very same arousal was dulling her thoughts and any common sense she may have possessed, replacing all reasonable responses with something confused and bewildered. "A-aren't you that old kung fu man my daughter knows?" she asked, not actually knowing Roshi very intimately at all, mostly just in passing.

"I am, but don't worry about that right now," the old man said, dropping his shorts and letting his cock swing upward, proud and excited to be there. He'd been rock hard for quite some time, but had managed to successfully avoid cumming when he was jerking off in the van, which meant he was virile, pent up, and ready to be of service to the needy, drugged housewife. "Worry about this big thing instead." He closed the gap between them, feeling the hungry, desperate eyes of the torn and horny housewife on his proud shaft as he walked up to her. "If you want, I can help you deal with what looks to be pretty rough. A beautiful woman like you shouldn't have to do that for herself."

The words should not have sounded as good as they did. Panchy was a married woman! She'd been with Dr Brief for decades, had a children, had a grandchild, and now she had a strange friend of her daughter's coming into living room and pushing the biggest dick she'd ever seen into her vision and insisting he could help her out. It was wrong in ways that she couldn't even begin to articulate even if she wasn't so horny that whines and ragged breaths seemed all she was capable of. It was wrong of her to even consider doing what she did, as her hand reached for the cock, grasping it and shuddering. "I'm so horny," she confessed to Roshi, staring up at him as she sat on the couch, pulling him in a little closer.

"I know," the old pervert replied, smirking wide as she touched his dick. It twitched and throbbed in her hand as her fingers curled around it, gripping firmly and beginning to stroke slowly and curiously. He was warm, and warmth was exactly what Panchy needed in her sorry, lusty state. She bit her lip and looked slowly up at Roshi, who just responded with. "But don't worry, I'll take care of everything you need. Just keep going, and call me master."

"Okay," Panchy said, purring as her hand ran further down his shaft. This shouldn't have been anywhere near as okay to her as it was; he'd just let himself in, seemingly aware of her problem before he'd first laid eyes on her, and was insisting she call him master. But oh what a horny wreck she was, and even on a good day she likely would have been too oblivious to even notice the strangeness in any of it. So she just embraced it, rolling with whatever was overcoming her as she began to pump a little faster along the old man's dick, which for someone of his age was immaculate. So she let this all happen, accepting his thankful help and hoping it would solve her needy problems. "You're such a nice man for offering to help like this."

"What can I say? I'm a real gentleman." Roshi snickered as he reached for Panchy's dress, pulling it up her body to expose more and more of her delightful and barely years-touched form. She had lovely breasts, perky and looking like they belonged on the body of some perky, barely legal vixen rather than a grandmother. But that suited him just fine, especially when he remembered his first time making a move on Bulma, the soapy titfuck he received from the needy and neglected scientist. Given he was going for the mother daughter set to begin with, a little bit of repetition seemed like it wouldn't hurt a little to indulge in something he'd done once with the girl herself. "Now just let me climb on up here and we'll see about getting you the help you need."

Panchy leaned back against the couch, moaning as Roshi grabbed both of her perky breasts and spread them apart in anticipation of getting up there and sticking his cock between them. "Oh my. I've never seen one that big before," she confessed as he stepped up onto the couch and pressed against her body, settling his cock between the soft skin of her cleavage and then wrapping her tits around his cock. The thrusts began firm and fierce, proving that the old man was quite the beast even at his age as he worked back and forth into her cleavage. "You're strong for a man of your age, too."

"Age is just a number," Roshi snickered as his fingers ran along her nipples, teasing and massing the lovely handfuls of tit flesh in his hands. He was intent on having an absolute blast as he went all out on the poor woman, thrusting greedily and excitedly into her tits. His cock poked at her chin, the long shaft aching and dripping with pre-cum. he was fired up and horny in ways that he knew were going to make this an absolute blast once he got things rolling further. "But don't worry about that, right now. I can fuck better than a twenty year-old, and all you need to care about is the fact that soon, I'm going to be dealing with all of your problems."

"Mmm, please do," moaned the housewife. "I can't get the table's wobbly leg to stand up straight no matter how many sugar packets I use." Her obliviousness had not been dampened in the least by the drugging, and even as Roshi titfucked her, she wasn't quite able to connect the dots, much to the bewilderment of the man who, admittedly, didn't actually slow down his steady brutalizing of her cleavage. It was bizarre, but he looked past it to hotter, more exciting things as he watched her reach a hand between her legs and start to rub once more at her pussy as her body gave in to its increasingly overwhelming urges. She wasn't exactly fighting them, granted, but the horniness throbbing up within her was only getting worse and worse. Swelling noises grew louder as a result, and her eyes began to bug out as she looked up at Roshi.

No matter how horny Panchy got in the process, he was going to be able to handle her, which meant that as she got noisier he found himself only throbbing harder; the hornier she was, the more fun he could have, he reasoned. His sexual stamina was unmatched by any mere mortal--and in the case of Android 18, any mere cyborg, either--and he considered any level of desperation to be better than nothing. As she fingerfucked herself and howled like she hadn't felt this good in ages just from her fingers alone, he knew he was in for a good time, with the only lingering worry being if Bulma could actually distract her father long enough for this all to work out. It may have been tricky if she was indeed so taken that he'd be going for hours with the housewife.

"I haven't felt this turned on in decades," Panchy confessed breathily as she spread her legs wide. There wasn't much pleasure to be found in getting titfucked, aside of course from the way Roshi fondled her tits and massaged her nipples. But what it lacked in visceral satisfaction, it made up for in the rawness and intense sexuality of the moment. There was no denying that what was happening was amazing, firing her body up and preparing her for more sexual gratification as she worked herself over. "What's happening to me?'

"You're just falling for my charms," smirked the old pervert, whose feverish titfucking grew harder and faster still as his desperately wound up body pushed further and further, driven by something intense and desperate throbbing madly up from within. He couldn't help but brag as excitement swelled up through him powerfully; he was going to do it, only moments from plunging his cock into the housewife's sweet cunt and relishing in his accomplishment. But not before he gave her tits a nice frosting, of course; he was a man of simply pleasures, but he still had to mark his job well done and leave as much cum on the gasping blonde as possible.

It wasn't very long before he was losing himself, groaning as his cock swung forward one last time. He nearly stumbled back as he released Panchy's breasts and grabbed hold of his cock, trying to pull away enough to let his cock point right onto her ripe tits. "Here it comes!" he shouted, and plastered the grandmother's breasts in thick ropes of molten hot cum, splattering down against the soft skin and leaving her gasping in shock, bucking desperately against her fingers as she felt surges of delight and raw sensations tear through her. She felt so good, and the exciting thrill made her feel young again as virile, hot spunk laid across her body.

"Nobody's done that in..." she drifted off in curious thought, trying to home in on the last time it had indeed happened, but she couldn't think straight as her deft fingers continued their work, and in short order her mind was drifting back away from it as she looked forward again, gasping as Roshi dropped down to his knees.

"Doesn't matter. I'll do it for you plenty more once I've taken care of you." Roshi grabbed Panchy's wrist and pulled the hand right back from between her legs, dragging the fingers from her incredibly tight and dripping wet pussy and freeing her up. "Get ready for this one, you're never going to be able to go back to sex with your husband again after this one!" He smirked wide, appreciating for a brief second the sorry sight of the ragged, soaked housewife staring up at him, one hand dripping with her ample juices and the other grabbing at his side. She burned with a need he'd expected out of a woman about to experience his cock firsthand, but on her it seemed extra sweet; she had no idea that this same cock had fucked every inch of her daughter's taut body every which way, shameless in her need for it.

"Please," whined the married woman, biting her lip as she rolled her head back. Her plea was shortly answered as Roshi drove forward, hilting his entire cock with a single brutal stroke into her as he started his feverish rutting, barely contained himself; a titfuck was nice, but he was too riled up for anything but the slick, hot embrace of a tight pussy getting stretched out around him. And as he pushed forward, he was delighted as he felt precisely that, groaning as he grabbed the back of the couch for balance and a means to drive into her hard and fast. "Ah, Master!" she cried for lack of knowing his name, not even really aware of the implications of what he had asked her to call him or what it meant. It was just what she called him, oblivious to the larger demand.

But Roshi was content with just letting that come as the time demanded, and for the moment focused instead on going all out on the repressed, chemically aroused blonde. She was exceptionally tight for one reason or another. Could be a slowing of her sexual activity, could be her husband's cock not being big enough. Could even be just how she was, precisely where Bulma got her own incredible tightness. It didn't matter; he was upon her hard and fast, setting out to leave her much less tight by the time he was done with her as he drove forward, then pulled right back again. His thrusts were relentless and aggressive as he sought only one thing; to fuck her senseless.

His head throbbed with delight. he was really doing it! He'd completed the set, slammed his cock right into the birth mother of one of his other conquests. It was an incredible feeling, a delightful crossing off of a long-held life goal, made all the better by the fact that Panchy was quite the gorgeous woman herself. "Oh ho, I've been waiting for this!" he cackled in delight, hands reaching forward and holding tightly onto her body as he slammed forward, frantic in his steady, relentless fucking of her wonderful body. "And it's everything I could have hoped it was!"

"Oh, me too," Panchy agreed, not even sure what he was babbling about but rather liking the sound of it, agreeing with whatever he was saying and embracing it. She felt too good to think, her body trembling as the relentless thrusts made her body shake and shiver. It was more than she had ever felt before, the most raw and primal fucking of her life, and it left her howling and gasping in utter delight as her body twisted about and everything within her just throbbed. Her body was not built for sex like this, for the kind of thing that would put a woman a third her age on her back and breathless, but the unwitting aphrodisiac she'd taken kept her there, not only accepting it and embracing the pleasure, but starting even to buck forward, to meet his harsh thrusts into her sopping wet pussy as she felt the raw fucking mount its intense pressure upon her. It was more than she could take in ways that were unable to fit properly into words, let alone she could even wrap her lips around as moans spilled freely out. The harder she got fucked, the harder language became.

Roshi cackled in absolute glee as he grabbed hold of Panchy's hips. He turned her around and then rolled her around, all while keeping his cock buried inside of her, until she was on all fours and he was beside her. Hands dug into a lovely and soft ass, which he groped at eagerly as he hammered her from behind, fucking her like an animal. It was what he needed as a raw, celebratory expression of his appetites fully realized and coming to fruition, while he could tell that Panchy needed it more than anything as well; she was pent up, used to a much tamer kind of sex, and that simply would not do. She was one of his girls now, and he was not going to stop for anything until she was fully satisfied and conquered, just as needy as her daughter was. Maybe even convinced to eat some creampies out of her daughter, while he was spit-balling ideas. All he knew was that getting Panchy hooked onto the kind of sex only he could provide was the most surefire way to keep her coming back for more.

Panchy was being put through the wringer, and she could not have been happier. "Wow, this feels great!" she gasped, her body extra receptive to sensation in the wake of her drugging, which remained a mystery to her. All she knew was that her body was needy in ways she'd never been needy before, and the more she got of the amazing fucking, the more she wanted it to never stop. It was not only hitting the spot of her frustrations, but scratching an itch she hadn't realized she'd had, a need to get fucked relentlessly that was proving harder and harder to resist as she began to give in to it. She wanted it to keep going, wanted his thick cock to pound and stretch her pussy out again and again, and if he blew a thick load deep into her, all the better. "Don't stop, Master!"

"He he, I'm not stopping until you ask me to!" the bald martial artist said, gleefully pounding forward without pause. His fierce thrusts resulted in his balls swinging forward, slapping against the sopping wet pussy leaking down, often even smacking against her sensitive nub for extra shocks of sensation. Everything he was doing was the result of years of careful, focused effort honed into a single task, and he was the best at what he did as he broke yet another woman upon his cock and left her stuck in a world of sexual hunger and need greater than could possibly have a hope of escaping. Not that she would have ever wanted to, of course; why would she? It felt so good, and the game of sneaking around and avoiding her husband to get more old man dick on the sly was sure to to be just as fun for Panchy as it was proving for all of his other girls.

The brutal fucking could not go on forever, but while it did last, both savoured it desperately, writhing in heated bliss against one another as their bodies throbbed and heated up. Roshi was having a blast with this, loving the feeling of her tight snatch around his cock and most of all the fact that she was howling for him now. She was spouting noises that had ceased to qualify as words as she bucked and clutched at the couch beneath, and he knew then that he had everything he wanted as he grunted. "Gonna cum," he said lowly, and was greeted with a yell of approval from Panchy so loud and ragged that it alone probably could have gotten him off. He grunted, slamming forward as his cock twitched within her amazing snatch and then loosed its thick, gooey load. Rope after rope of molten cum flooded Panchy, giving her something she hadn't felt in so long, let alone with such immense volume, and it left her enraptured and noisily screaming in approval as her own orgasm followed, head burying down into the cushion to silence the sounds spilling from her lips as the best orgasm of her life tore through her.

Roshi withdrew his cock and admired the flow that followed, the cum leaking down her spread thighs as she shivered, fuck sloppy and senseless, left panting heavily while Roshi remained quite fine even after two orgasms. "Well how about that? Are you feeling better now? I hope that helped."

"Oh, that really helped," Panchy whined, a single orgasm all she needed to overcome the effects as the chemicals released during orgasm countered the ones driving her mad. "Thank you so much."

"Any time, Panchy," smirked the old man, who grabbed his now slick cock and brought his shaft to slip slowly between her round cheeks. "So, how about we try this next?"

Panchy hadn't expected him to want to keep going after that first round. In fact, she didn't even know he could, and yet there he was, teasing anal, and the only thing she could say was, "Yes, Master."