Drag out Bulla's performance and make Bulma suffer

Roshi looked at Bulma and his grin grew. She was desperately thrusting nearly her whole hand in and out of her wet pussy, moaning in agony as she watched her daughter take more and more of Roshi's cock into her mouth. Her innocent daughter, heir to her brilliance, was now a teenage woman worshipping at the cock of Roshi, her new daddy. Bulma hated it, and loved it.

"Baby girl, use your breasts too." Bulla and Bulma both grew wide-eyed at this comment, Bulla pulling Roshi's penis out of her mouth for a moment.

"What an amazing idea, Daddy." Bulla glanced sideways at Bulma and smirked, which only sent Bulma further over the top. Grabbing her enlarged breasts, she wrapped them about Roshi's cock, putting her mouth back onto the tip. Roshi began thrusting in and out of her cleavage, pushing himself in and out of Bulla's mouth as well. Bulma was ready to burst.

"Please Master...I'm so..." Roshi looked at Bulma with a fierce look and snapped at her.

"****! You finish when I say!" Bulma looked hurt, but meekly nodded and continued her work on her **** body, using her other hand now to kneed her engorged breasts.

Bulla, through it all, was similarly wet, getting off and being able to please her Daddy before Bulma did. That woman had lied to Roshi all those years ago! Bulma deserved this. She could scarcely believe the woman was her mother. How could she refuse this magnificence of a man? Bulla felt herself trembling all over as Roshi's manhood violated her body, and she loved it desperately. Roshi looked down at the submissive and loving teen and decided it was time.

"Bulla...It's time. Lay on the couch." Bulla withdrew from Roshi's cock, letting the now fully erect beast stand in front of her. She wiped her mouth of precum and drool and smiled.

"Of course, Daddy." Bulla went over to another couch, but Roshi stopped her.

"No, lay down next to your mother. Bulma, scoot over to the end and look at us." Bulma did as Roshi asked, sitting basically on the armrest of the couch she was on. Bulla placed her head practically in her mother's lap and laid across the couch, legs open wide for Roshi.

"Daddy...I'm ready." Bulla smiled lovingly at her new replacement father-figure and lover. Roshi walked over, enhancing his body's physique as he knew how so he could tower over the couch and take position, lining up his cock with Bulla.