Milf Hunter Krillin: Part 1 - The Unexpected Visit
The sun hung low over Mount Paozu, casting a golden hue across the rugged landscape that Goku called home. It had been months since the last big tournament, and Krillin, ever the restless soul, decided to drop by unannounced. At 5'5" with his bald head gleaming like polished marble, Krillin hopped off Nimbus with his usual boyish grin, a six-pack of beer tucked under one arm. He wasn't sure why he felt this pull—maybe it was the quiet itch for adventure, or maybe it was something deeper, something he'd been burying under layers of training and jokes. Lately, his dreams had been... vivid. Filled with curves he couldn't ignore, whispers that made his ki flare in ways that had nothing to do with fighting.
As he approached the modest house, the door swung open before he could knock. There stood Chi-Chi, Goku's fiery wife, wiping her hands on a flour-dusted apron. At 38, she was a vision of matured beauty—her black hair tied in a loose bun that let a few strands cascade down her neck, her traditional dress hugging hips that had borne two sons and still swayed with an effortless allure. Her eyes, sharp as ever, softened just a fraction when she saw him.
"Krillin? What in the world are you doing here?" Chi-Chi asked, crossing her arms under her ample bosom, which strained slightly against the fabric. Her voice was a mix of surprise and that maternal scold she reserved for stragglers. "Goku's out training with Gohan again—some nonsense about perfecting the Kamehameha underwater. You'll have to make do with me if you're looking for company."
Krillin's throat went dry. He'd always seen Chi-Chi as the unbreakable pillar of the household, the one who kept Goku grounded with her frying pan and fierce love. But today, alone with her, he noticed things he'd overlooked: the way her lips curved when she smiled, the subtle scent of jasmine from her skin, the confident tilt of her head that screamed *I've got secrets you couldn't handle*. His heart raced, not from fear, but from a heat pooling low in his gut. "H-hey, Chi-Chi! Yeah, I figured Goku'd be off punching waterfalls or something. Just thought I'd swing by, y'know? Bring some brews, catch up. You... you look great, by the way. Like, really great."
She arched an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips as she stepped aside to let him in. "Flattery from you? That's new. Come on, then. Gotohan's off with his dad, so it's just us. Don't tell me you're here to mooch dinner—I've got enough on my plate without feeding every bald-headed monk who wanders up the mountain."
The inside of the house was warm, cluttered with the chaos of family life: Gohan's scattered books on one table, Goku's training gear slung over a chair. Krillin set the beers down and plopped onto the worn couch, trying to play it cool. But as Chi-Chi bent over to grab glasses from the cupboard, her dress rode up just enough to tease the curve of her thigh, and Krillin's mind flashed to forbidden territories. *Get a grip, Krillin,* he thought. *She's Goku's wife. Off-limits.* But the hunter in him—the part that had faced down gods and demons—stirred. MILFs like Chi-Chi? They were the ultimate prize: experienced, unapologetic, with a fire that could melt steel.
Chi-Chi poured the beer with practiced ease, handing him a glass before settling beside him, closer than necessary. Her knee brushed his, sending a jolt through him. "So, spill it. What's eating you? You show up here grinning like a fox in a henhouse, but I can see that look in your eyes. Trouble with Android 18? Or is it something else?"
Krillin took a swig, the cold fizz grounding him for a second. "Nah, 18's great. She's... intense, y'know? Keeps me on my toes. But lately, I've been thinking. About life. About... desires." He glanced at her, testing the waters. "You ever feel like Goku's so busy saving the world he forgets the little things? Like, appreciating the woman who's holding it all together?"
Chi-Chi's laugh was rich, throaty—a sound that vibrated through the room like a challenge. She leaned back, her dress shifting to reveal a sliver of collarbone, dusted with a faint sheen of sweat from her earlier cooking. "Oh, Krillin, you sweet summer child. Goku's a good man, but he's about as subtle as a Spirit Bomb when it comes to romance. Flowers? Ha! He'd probably bring me a dinosaur egg instead." She sipped her beer, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his pulse thunder. "Why? You offering to show him how it's done? Or is this just the beer talking?"
Heat flushed Krillin's cheeks, but he didn't back down. The hunter's instinct kicked in—slow, deliberate, like circling prey. "Maybe it's the beer. Or maybe it's you, Chi-Chi. You've always been the strong one. The one who fights for what she wants. Goku's lucky as hell. But... what if someone else saw that fire? What if they wanted to stoke it a little?"
She set her glass down, her hand lingering near his on the table. The air thickened, charged with unspoken tension. "Careful, short stuff. Flirt with the tiger, and you might get your tail singed." But there was no anger in her voice—only curiosity, a spark of mischief. She shifted closer, her thigh pressing fully against his now, the warmth seeping through his gi. "Tell me more. What would this 'someone else' do? Words are cheap, Krillin. Goku talks big, but actions? That's where the real fight is."
Krillin's breath hitched. Her proximity was intoxicating—her scent wrapping around him, her gaze stripping away his defenses. He turned to face her fully, his hand boldly sliding to rest on her knee. "I'd start slow. Like this." His fingers traced a light circle on her skin, feeling the subtle tremor beneath. "I'd tell you how beautiful you are, not just your strength, but every curve that's earned from years of loving hard and fighting harder. I'd say your eyes light up like the full moon over the ocean, and your laugh? It could make a man forget his own name."
Chi-Chi's lips parted, a soft exhale escaping. She didn't pull away; instead, her hand covered his, guiding it an inch higher on her thigh. "Poetic for a guy who once got his ass kicked by a robot. Keep going. What else would you do to a woman like me? Someone who's been sidelined too long?"
Emboldened, Krillin leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I'd kiss you here." His free hand ghosted along her jaw, thumb brushing her lower lip. She didn't flinch—her eyes darkened, pupils dilating as she tilted her head, inviting. Their lips met tentatively at first, a brush of softness that ignited like dry tinder. Chi-Chi's mouth was warm, demanding, her tongue flicking out to taste him with a hunger that surprised them both.
She broke the kiss first, breathless, her cheeks flushed. "Gods, Krillin... that was... Goku's never..." She trailed off, shaking her head as if to clear it. But her body betrayed her, arching slightly toward him. "This is crazy. You're his best friend. My son's uncle in all but blood."
"Does it feel wrong?" Krillin murmured, his hand sliding up her thigh, fingers grazing the hem of her dress. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, the subtle dampness that made his own arousal twitch painfully against his pants. "Tell me to stop, Chi-Chi. Say the word, and I'm gone."
Her hand gripped his shirt, pulling him closer. "Don't you dare. It's been too long since anyone looked at me like *that*. Like I'm not just the wife or the mom, but a woman who burns." She kissed him again, fiercer this time, her nails digging into his shoulders as she straddled his lap in one fluid motion. The weight of her—soft, curvaceous, powerful—pinned him to the couch, and Krillin groaned into her mouth, his hands roaming up her back to untie the sash of her dress.
The fabric loosened, slipping down to reveal the swell of her breasts, full and heavy, nipples hardening in the cool air. Chi-Chi ground against him instinctively, feeling the massive bulge straining beneath his gi. Her eyes widened as she rocked her hips, the friction sending sparks through her. "Krillin... what the—? Is that... *you*? Goku's got nothing on this. How do you even...?"
Krillin chuckled, a low, confident rumble that was worlds away from his usual self-deprecating tone. The hunter had fully awakened. "Perks of all that training, I guess. Or maybe it's just for you." He cupped her breast, thumb circling the peak, eliciting a gasp from her. "Biggest in the Z-fighters, they say. But it's not size that matters—it's how you use it."
She moaned softly, her hands fumbling with his belt, desperate to free him. "Show me, then. Prove it. I've waited years for someone to make me feel *alive* down there." Her voice was a sultry command, laced with need.
With a swift tug, Krillin's pants gave way, and his cock sprang free—thick, veined, and impossibly long, curving upward like a warrior's staff, easily dwarfing anything she'd known. It throbbed in the open air, pre-cum beading at the tip, and Chi-Chi's breath caught in her throat. "Holy shit... it's huge. Bigger than I imagined in my wildest dreams. Goku's like a toothpick compared to this monster."
Krillin's hands slid under her dress, hiking it up to expose her thighs and the simple panties beneath, already soaked through. He traced the damp fabric with his fingers, feeling the heat of her pussy radiating like a furnace. "And you're so wet already, Chi-Chi. Dripping for me. That sweet pussy of yours—tight, I bet, despite everything. Clenching just thinking about this big cock stretching you out."
She whimpered, grinding down harder, the head of his cock nudging against her clothed folds through the thin barrier. "Yes... gods, yes. Touch me there, Krillin. Feel how much I need it. My pussy's aching—empty for so long. Rub it, please..."
He obliged, slipping his fingers beneath the edge of her panties to part her slick lips. She was molten, her pussy lips swollen and glistening, clit peeking out like a pearl begging for attention. Krillin stroked her slowly, circling her entrance before dipping one finger inside, then two, curling them to hit that spot that made her arch and cry out. "Fuck, you're tight. Like velvet gripping me. Imagine this big cock instead—splitting you open, filling every inch until you're screaming my name."
Chi-Chi's head fell back, her bun unraveling fully as she rode his hand, dialogues spilling from her lips in a torrent of filth she'd never uttered to Goku. "Oh, Krillin... deeper. Make my pussy gush for you. I've fantasized about a man like this—strong, attentive, with a cock that could ruin me. Pound it, hunter. Hunt this milf pussy like it's yours."
Their rhythm built, breaths mingling in heated whispers. Krillin's thumb found her clit, rubbing in firm circles as his fingers thrust faster, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the quiet house. "That's it, Chi-Chi. Come for me first. Let me feel that pussy clench around my fingers before I bury this biggest cock balls-deep inside you."
She shattered with a keening wail, her walls fluttering wildly, juices coating his hand as her body convulsed. "Krillin! Yes—fuck, yes! Coming so hard... your fingers are magic, but I need that monster now. Please..."
As she slumped against him, panting, Krillin held her close, his cock still rock-hard and untouched, pulsing against her thigh. The front door rattled faintly—Goku's distant laughter echoing from the path. Time was short, the thrill electric.
But this was just the beginning. Krillin's eyes gleamed with predatory promise. "Part two, Chi-Chi? When they're gone... I'll claim that pussy properly. Make you mine."
She nodded, sealing it with a fierce kiss, her hand wrapping around his girth—barely able to close her fingers. "You better, hunter. This milf's hooked."
To be continued...