Some Random Smut Collection(R18+)

"I'm sorry? You want me to do WHAT?!"

The two gorgeous mothers standing before Yamcha didn't seem particularly surprised by his skepticism of their proposal, but they didn't attempt to walk it back either. Bulma in particular was smiling a bit at his naïve innocence while Android 18 kept up her usual stoic façade. "You can't be serious," said the stunning blonde. "After all those lecherous gazes you've thrown our way these past few years, you chose now to be bashful about your desire for us?" 

"N-no I haven't! You got me all wrong! It's not like… I mean really! Where did you get such strange ideas about me?" Yamcha chuckled, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

"Well obviously not anything on the level of Master Roshi. You've shown some restraint, but I know you're still the same horndog you've been since we were young." Bulma winked at the muscular, dark-haired ex-boyfriend of hers and stepped a little closer. "But don't think you can suddenly fool us into thinking this isn't the sort of scenario you've fantasied about for years. Well today's your lucky day because we both need someone to satisfying our needs, and we just so happen to think you're the best man for the job."

"Yeah but… You can't be serious!" Yamcha looked from the wife of perhaps the one man he feared most in the whole world to the wife of his best friend Krillin. "Not to say I'm not totally down for, ya know, doing a little bit of the ol' bedroom tango, but I think this might be going a bit too far. Sleep around is one thing but do you really want me to… Like honestly expect me…?"

Android 18 scoffed and rolled her eyes, now beyond annoyed with Yamcha's waffling. "To what? Knock us up? Yes, that what's we said, isn't it? Are you calling us liars now?"

"No, that's not it at all!"

Bulma giggled. Even as a knockout middle-aged MILF, the blue-haired woman still had some of that old girlish charm in her that Yamcha fell for all those years ago, and she wasn't afraid to use it to get what she wanted. "You'll have to forgive Yamcha, 18. He still gets a little nervous around women from time to time." She moved in even closer and pressed her own curvaceous body against his. "Especially women who know exactly what they want and aren't shy about getting it."

The Z warrior gulped timidly. "I don't know if I can do it. I mean Krillin is one of my best friends! We go way back! And Vegeta, he… Well… He could kick my ass without breaking a sweat! Not exactly the two people on the planet I want to go upsetting by impregnating their wives."

"Let's get one thing straight," said Android 18 as she stepped right up to him. Not as close as Bulma, but close enough to poke a very stern finger right into Yamcha's chest. Her power level hadn't lessened one bit through peaceful years of parenthood, and he knew she could easily throw him across the room like a pillow at a moment's notice. "I still love my husband very much. This isn't about fulfilling an emotional need. It's about getting what my body needs from yours. In this case, your sperm."

Bulma couldn't help but snicker at the way 18 spoke so straightforward and calculating about their scheme to Yamcha. "What she said! And I still very much love my Vegeta. But both 18 and I want to have another kid, and our husbands have been too busy lately to see the deed done. So we're going to be using you as a surrogate father." The very horny mom ran her hand down Yamcha's body and grabbed his crotch through baggy trousers. "Nobody has to know. It'll be our little secret, just between the three of us."

"I'm p-pretty sure Vegeta will know when he finds out his kid isn't even half-Saiyan!" 

The blue-haired MILF rolled her eyes. "Vegeta barely pays enough attention to Trunks as it is, and he's always off training with Goku or whatever! He's not going to notice anything."

It was finally Android 18's turn to approach, and despite her frosty and outright hostile demeanor she latched onto Yamcha opposite Bulma, her surprisingly warm body snuggling against his. "And you have many of the same characteristics as Krillin. As long as you don't give my offspring a shockingly low power level, he shouldn't suspect a thing."

"Gee, thanks," replied Yamcha rather bitterly. As great as it was to have these lovely beauties wrapped around him, he felt as though the jabs at his fighting ability were unnecessary. However any pangs or hurt feelings quickly dissipated when 18 reached for his pants and prompted shoved them down to his ankles, revealing a very tented pair of white underwear. "Hey wait! I didn't say yes yet!"

"But you will," said 18 as she gazed impassively at his covered erection. "Your arousal suggests you'll take the opportunity we've presented to you."

Yamcha wobbled slightly, his balance seriously impaired with pants down around his ankles, as Bulma leaned even more of her weight into his. "I remember when we were teenagers how eager Yamcha would be whenever we got some alone time. I always knew he just couldn't wait to fuck me, but he's always been such a shy boy. You have to take the initiative with him, 18. Really make it clear what you want from him." With that, Bulma stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips greedily against his. Yamcha, wide-eyed and totally caught off guard, windmilled his arms through the air and tumbled backward onto the waiting bed. Bulma fell with him, her hot, pulling mouth never leaving his.

The two of them landed flat the bed, Yamcha prone on his back and Bulma practically melting into his side as they made out heavily. Meanwhile, Android 18 made her move. She wasn't here to fool around, and she went straight for Yamcha's underpants with one single-minded goal: freeing the martial artist's cock and his cum-laden balls. Using her considerable strength, the blonde android tore the tighty-whities right off Yamcha's body, prompted the besieged man to yelp into Bulma's lips. The Capsule Corp heiress pulled away with a smirk, giving him a playful lick of her lips. "Careful with him, 18. He's still a tender young man."

"We'll see about that," muttered 18 as she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing erection. To Yamcha's credit, it was a lot bigger than she had assumed. Not quite as big as Krillin, but then again who was? Nonetheless, the cock she was now caressing and gingerly pumping in a closed first would be more than a tight fit for her, and that alone was a very welcome surprise. Android 18 was really just here for that thick creamy load of his, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself as well. Starting with an exploratory blowjob of course. She gave his shaft a few strokes for good measure and then, without further fanfare, dove in with her mouth.

Yamcha's hips jerked upward as soon as he felt those luscious soft lips wrap around his cock.  With one set still kissing up above and another servicing him down below, the Z warrior felt like he had died again and gone to King Kai's planet. A combination blowjob and makeout session did wonders to mellow out his initial nerves about sleeping with two married women, and Yamcha was finally starting to loosen up a bit. He began by returning Bulma's hungry kisses with some energy of his own, prompting moans of happiness from the eager mom. The wet smacking of their wet mouths combined with greedy gulping from 18 below filled the bedroom.

Android 18 didn't have many vices, but sucking cock was definitely one of them. The cool, impassive blonde still remained a bit of a mystery to the rest of the gang even after all these years, never really showing much enjoyment at their social gatherings. But despite many misconceptions about the android, she most definitely did feel emotions like love, and right now she was loving this dick in her mouth. Every time she bobbed down on a couple inches and slurped her way back up to the tip, 18 had this yearning desire to go deeper on the next push. And she did so again and again, each time taking more of Yamcha's cock into her mouth until his swelling cockhead was knocking at the door to her throat. The gorgeous bombshell, lusting too badly for more cock to even think twice, gleeful allowed him inside with another firm push.

A full-body shiver ran up Yamcha's back as his cock fully hilted within 18's throat. The sensation was so intense, so powerful that he couldn't help but yank his head away from Bulma's with a loud gasping breath. "Holy shit!" he yelled in disbelief.

Bulma purred and ran her fingers lovingly through Yamcha's short spiky hair as she laid her head on his chest to watch the blonde deepthroat their boytoy. "Mmm, looks like 18 is getting a head start. Such a shame, I really wanted that cock first, but then again I've had it once before. No harm in letting her have first taste."

"Y-yeah," said Yamcha with great shuddering breaths. He stared up at the ceiling unblinking as 18 continued to bob her head up and down, pumping his cock with her throat with unmatched expertise. By now a constant stream of runny precum was leaking from his tip, and Android 18 was more than happy to lap up every drop – whenever it wasn't pouring directly down her throat of course. "You ladies weren't kidding…"

"Of course not." Bulma pushed the fitted t-shirt up around his chest, prompting Yamcha to sit up just fast enough to throw it off before lying back down. With his muscled pecs revealed, she dove in and began pampering his bare chest with long, sensual strokes of her tongue, always looking up at him with fierce eye contact. "We're both baby-crazy, Yamcha, but don't think for a second you're going to be relaxing all night! We're not going to be giving you a moment's rest. You're going to pound our pusses raw with that big dick and you aren't going to stop until our wombs are stuff to the limit with your cum! Understand?"

Yamcha nodded promptly. Caught up in all the loving affection she had been showering upon him, he had almost forgotten just how snappy Bulma can get. "Yes ma'am!"

"Good," said the blue-haired temptress, her bossy demeanor instantly melting away and replaced with seduction, "Because we're going to be at this day and night until there's absolutely no question you've knocked us up." She bit down on one of his nipples with teeth playfully but enough to make him jolt. "Still think you're up to the task?"

"You bet I am!" Any reservations Yamcha once had about sleeping another man's wife or two vanished in the face of these cock-starved babes throwing themselves at him like bitches in heat. If they needed his seed, he damn well was going to be an absolute gentleman and give them as much as they desired. "I'm just surprised you're as into this as I am," he said while looking down and making eye contact at the sexy blonde sucking his dick.

Android 18 glared back at him menacingly, or at least as much as she could with Yamcha's sizeable girth stretching her mouth wide and pushing out her cheeks. She pulled her lips off with a wet smack and rebuffed him, "Get this through your thick skull right now: I'm not doing this for you. I just need to be impregnated and you're the only bachelor willing to do the job." Yet despite her attempts to push a narrative of complete disinterest, 18 couldn't stop herself from swiping her tongue across his shaft and savoring every inch of cockmeat. Even if Yamcha was just a dick for her own ends, it was a dick she was very much enjoying. "You'd better not spill a single drop anywhere but inside me."

"Yes ma'am," said Yamcha nervously, not once forgetting the uneven power dynamic between the two of them. Part of him wanted to remind the talented blonde that she wasn't going to get knocked up by sucking his cock all night, but neither was he going to try stopping her. Certainly the lucky fighter wasn't going to complain if the horny mothers wanted to take the reins, and so he simply laid back in his bed and let the two continue to service him orally. While Android 18 was busy getting her fill down below, Bulma was kissing and licking all over Yamcha's well-defined chest and abs, lavishing praise upon the body of the man who would be giving her another child. All the while both thirsty ladies had a hand down their pants, fingering themselves furiously as their pussies became absolutely drenched at the thought of their impeding inseminations. 

But they weren't the only ones riled up. Having two of the sexiest women he'd ever seen in his life throwing themselves at him was like something out of Yamcha's most wild fantasies. And with the warm, wet mouth of Android 18 constantly sucking his painfully stiff erection, the dark-haired stud had no hope of holding out for long. Add in the fact of not getting laid for over a year and everything culminated in one monster of a climax. Yamcha groaned loudly and thrust his hips upward against 18's face as one of the biggest, heaviest loads of his life erupted from his cock.

18's eyes widened in shock as the first spurt fired straight down her throat, giving her no warning or even any time to enjoy the taste. She was so caught up in the audacity of this man so brazenly cumming in her mouth that she inadvertently swallowed another few ropes before pulling her lips off with a groan of disgust. However that only allowed the next few shots to land directly on her blushing face, painting her already pale skin white with line upon line of gooey spunk. With few options available to her, Android 18 took firm hold of his cock, squeezing a bit more tightly than was necessary, and pointed the squirting cockhead toward her open mouth just to ensure none of it landed in her hair. 

When his climax had subsided, Yamcha glanced downward with a happy grin and drank in the sight of the blonde babe's face he had so thoroughly glazed. Heavy strands of jizz dangled from her sharply curved nose and cheekbones. 18's left eye was completely shut with multiple gooey lines covering her eyelashes, and she glared back at him with her one good eye still open. "You idiot! What did I just say?!"

"Heh, sorry! I didn't mean to! If you wanted all of it inside, you shouldn't have taken your mouth off."

"That isn't what I meant and you know it." Android 18 looked down at the slightly softened but still very stiff cock in her grip, eyeing in particular the last dribbling stream of cum running down her hand. She scoffed at his blasé attitude, but that didn't stop her from licking her fingers clean so prissily. 18 hadn't come here expecting to be eating another man's cum, but now that she had sampled a small taste she couldn't help but take every drop she could get. The hormones working overtime in her ovulating body made his flavor intoxicating in her cock-hungry state, and no matter how much she wanted to be furious with this insolent man she also couldn't wait to get more. "You're going to have to make up for that," she said moving up to straddle his prone form. "You're going inside me right now."

"Now hold on a minute!" shouted Bulma, who had enjoyed watching the messy show but drew the line at Android 18 skipping ahead. "That isn't what we agreed on. We made a deal: one load for you, then one for me, and we alternate until the job is done."

Android 18 glared at the genius inventor with her steely blue eyes. "That one doesn't count! It got all over my face!"

"And some in your mouth," said Yamcha rather sleepily, but a return scowl from the ladies fighting over him told him to stay out of the matter. "Uh, sorry…"

"That's your problem, not mine," replied Bulma upon turning her attention back to the android. "You agreed to those terms, so now it's my turn." A wicked glint shone in her eyes as she looked down at Yamcha's standing pillar of meat. "Don't worry, I'll try to make sure there's some left for you when I'm done."

The blonde mother-again-to-be rolled her eyes. "Ugh, fine. Just hurry up."

"All in good time, but first you've got something I want." And with that, the audacious scientist dove right at 18 and practically tackled her flat onto the bed. Yamcha watched in stunned silence as Bulma wrestled atop the much stronger android and began lewdly licking at her face. 18 herself was too shocked to put up much resistance, caught completely off guard by her aggressive dominance, but for Bulma it made total sense. Android 18 was exactly right about not wasting a single drop outside their wombs, and the blue-haired MILF knew, barring any further unfortunate accidents, this may well be her only chance to taste Yamcha's cum on her tongue. She jumped at the opportunity, slurping up every sticky morsel off the blonde, cleaning her face thoroughly like a mother cat and humming with delight every second of the way.

Android 18 was beyond complaining at this point, and since she certainly didn't want Yamcha's foul smelling seed to harden on her skin, she allowed the insatiable Bulma to eat her fill. But with the taste of cock still lingering on her taste buds and her body alit with thrumming pleasure, 18 couldn't help herself from using her hands to gently explore the curves of the woman bathing her face, and vice versa. Soon the two aroused mothers were feeling each other up, questing hands sneaking beneath shirts and belts, playing with whatever naughty bits they could find. When Bulma had finished and there was not a drop of cum left to find, her mouth fell upon 18's lips and the two of them made out with inflamed passion. A sordid heat burned through their loins that demanded satisfaction, and the only man who could give it to them was currently watching the salacious show with his jaw on the floor.

But they certainly had not forgotten about him, and after a good amount of time spent enjoying each other's bodies, their desperate kisses turned into panting moans. They turned toward Yamcha, so closely intertwined with one another that their faces were pressed cheek-to-cheek, and the needy housewives beckoned him with a lustful gaze. "So what are you waiting for?" asked Bulma with a wink, her tongue sticking out lewdly. "Come over here and make us mommies again."

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