Erin pushes herself further

Erin held her breath the moment she’d felt him pressing against her belly through his shorts. It was impossible to ignore how thick and hot it was. Just… unmistakably there. A rush of color flooded her cheeks at feeling embarrassed to have it touch her, even though she knew she shouldn’t. It’s what she asked for. All if it only increased the throbbing between her thighs until she had to squeeze them together just to try and find a moment’s relief.

Chet sensed the tiny quiver in her body and eased back an inch so that she wasn’t quite so trapped, but not so far that the contact disappeared completely. His palm slid from Kristie’s ass to wedge in between them, and hold the small of Erin’s back, grounding her.

“Hey,” he murmured against her temple. “This’ll be fun, right?”

Erin managed a nod, the motion small and frantic. Trying to speak seemed like too much effort right now.

Kristie’s lips brushed the shell of her ear. “We’ve got you. Just remember, nothing happens you don’t want. That either of us wants,” she finished looking at Chet

Erin swallowed, resting her hands on Chet’s bare chest, and then spread her fingers over his warm muscles. She moved her hand over where his heart would be, but didn’t feel anything. However, she wasn’t sure it that was because he didn’t actually have one, or if it was just because the muscles were too dense for her to feel it. Either way, there was something about not feeling it that made it all feel more palatable. Like he really was just like another scientific tool and not a real person she had to worry about.

“I… I want to keep going,” she whispered. “Just… be gentle.” She was watching for Chet’s reaction while she spoke.

He simply smiled at her and then lightly brushed his cheek against hers. “That’s one of the great things about me. Everything’ll feel as gentle as you want it to be. And slow’s my favorite speed when it matters.”

Kristie’s hands slid around Erin’s waist, gently hooking her fingers in the waistband of her bikini panties. “Can these come off, babe? We can only go so far as long as they’re on.”

Erin’s stomach flipped, but the flutter was turning more toward excitement, than fear at this point. She nodded again, wiggling her hips as Kristie teased the cotton down her thighs. She suddenly became aware of how cool the air was when it washed over the damp skin beneath. After lifting one knee then the other off the bed so they could be completely removed, Kristie’s warm palms were back, except now they were gliding up the backs of her legs, then over her ass. It was like she was spreading goosebumps everywhere they went.

Chet’s hands moved too. They circled back around her ribs, until the held her breasts in the v between thumb and forefinger. His large hands compared to her slender frame, left him able to still grip at her sides as his hands tightened against her and lifted her tits higher.

Kristie let out a shaky breath. “God, Erin…”

Chet’s gaze, however, was hungrier, but still patient. “You’re perfect,” he said simply, and meant it.

Erin’s arms started to move instinctively to cover herself, but Kristie caught her wrists gently and guided them back to Chet’s shoulders. “It’s okay, just… let us see you,” she whispered. “Doesn’t it feel good when we touch you?”

Chet dipped his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Erin’s collarbone, down to the slope of one breast. When his lips closed around her nipple, Erin’s chest pressed into him, with a surprised moan. Kristie took the opportunity to slide one hand between Erin’s thighs from behind, slipping her fingers through the wet and matted hair she found.

“Fuck,” Kristie breathed, with a hint of wonder in her voice. “I’ve never touched another girl. And I think I kinda like how wet you already are.”

Erin whimpered, rocking her hips against Kristie’s hand at the same time. Chet groaned around her nipple as she started to get into the moment, then pulled off just long enough to speak.

“Tell us what you need, sexy.”

Erin’s head fell back against Kristie’s shoulder. “I- I don’t know, just… more, I guess. What am I supposed to need?”

Kristie’s fingers circled her clit in little, teasing strokes while Chet lavished attention on her breasts so that he was sucking at them. He licked and grazed them with his teeth until Erin was panting. When Kristie slipped one finger inside her, Erin whimpered softly, leaving her thighs trembling.

Chet lifted his head, so he could look at Erin’s face as Kristie worked her open with gentle, caring thrusts. “Does that feel good?” he asked, putting her on the spot.

Erin could only nod, biting her lip hard.

So Kristie added a second finger, curling them just how she liked to use them on herself, and Erin’s knees nearly buckled. Chet caught her in his strong arms, wrapping them around her waist and holding her up as Kristie fucked her slowly with her fingers and kissed the side of her neck.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Kristie murmured against her skin. “I can feel it. Come on Erin. Let go, girl. We’ve got you.”

Chet’s mouth found hers again, swallowing the broken moan that tore out of her as her orgasm finally started to crash through her. Feeling one induced by another person for the first time, it was blinding and perfect compared to what she’d ever done on her own. Her whole body clenched around Kristie’s fingers, unable to stop the helpless jerking of her hips between them.

When the waves finally ebbed, Erin sagged, like she’d been deboned, and collapsed into Chet’s chest. Kristie eased her fingers free and wrapped both arms around Erin’s belly from behind, placing light kisses on her shoulder.

Chet brushed a few curls from Erin’s forehead. “So was it worth it?”

Erin laughed breathlessly. “Yeah… holy shit.”

Kristie grinned against her skin. “Told you we’d take care of you.”

Erin turned her head so she could catch Kristie’s lips in a grateful kiss. When they parted, she looked up at Chet, and even though she still felt flushed and dazed, she was also suddenly daring.

“Your turn,” she said with a shaky voice, but was sure of what she wanted. Her fingers were already tugging at the waistband of his shorts.

Chet’s let out a deep breath. “You don’t have to-”

“I want to,” she cut in, meeting his eyes. “I want both of you to feel good too.”

The second the waistband cleared his cock, it surged free, reminding them just how thick and long they’d designed it. It was also excited enough that it was flushed a deep, urgent red with a fat swollen head that was already coated in his own precum and glistening.

It bobbed once in the air between them, then settled, long and impossibly solid. The shaft was so girthy that even Chet’s own big hand would’ve looked small wrapped around it.

Erin’s breath caught in a tiny, audible gasp. Unlike Chet’s, her delicate fingers were slender, and barely able to span a little more than half the circumference when she reached out on instinct and closed around him as best she could. There was no way her fingers would meet. Not even close. The size of him pulsed against her palm. She knew Kristie insisted on making him big, plus the fact of her small hand, and the contrast was almost comical. It was all but swallowed by the sheer size of him. Her fingertips strained and still left a wide gap on the far side.

Kristie let out a disbelieving, “Holy fuck…” as she almost laughed, and her mouth hung open. Sure they’d seen it in the shower, but that was nothing compared to staring at Erin’s dainty grip against velvet-hard flesh. Then she flicked her eyes up to Chet’s face and back down again, like she was recalculating everything she thought she knew about anatomy.

Erin swallowed hard, using all of her energy to muster a sound barely above a whisper. “I swear, it’s… it’s even bigger than the slider said it would be.”

Chet exhaled a shaky laugh, and his hips twitched involuntarily into her tentative hold. “Yeah, well… we’ll just blame it on defaults, remember?” His voice came out rough, and a little strained. “But you better be careful, beautiful. You keep doing what you’re doing and this is gonna be a real short experiment.”

Kristie recovered first, and grin spread across her face as she wrapped her own hand just above Erin’s. Even hers wasn’t close to encircling him completely. “God, Erin… your little hand makes it look fucking obscene.”

Erin’s cheeks burned crimson, but she didn’t let go. If anything, her fingers tightened a fraction, marveling at the way the thick vein along the underside jumped against her palm.

“It feels… alive,” she giggled, feeling the wonder and nerves mingling in her voice. “And it’s hot. Like… really hot.”

Kristie leaned in, looking a little closer. “Can you imagine what it’ll feel like when it throbs when he comes?” she teased, immediately hearing Erin let out a huff. “Oh, right, sorry,” she said quickly. “I guess you probably can’t imagine it.”

With that Kristie gave a slow, experimental stroke that dragged her hand from Erin’s up to the crown. Erin immediately followed her friend, squeezing tighter and moving until she bumped into Krisite’s. The action drew a guttural groan from Chet’s throat.

Erin’s eyes went impossibly wider, fixed on a slick bead of precum that welled up and spilled over the flushed head. There was so much it continued down until it smeared over their joined thumbs along the bottom.

Without a thought, just drawn in by the sight of it, Erin leaned in, and licked a stripe up the underside just once, as if testing it. Chet’s whole body shuddered.

“Fuck, do that again,” he rasped.

So she did. Again and again, until Kristie guided her lower, telling her how to take him into her mouth. Chet’s hand tangled gently in her curls, keeping the hair pulled back so he could see, as Erin explored him with lips and tongue. Kristie stroked what Erin couldn’t yet fit.

It didn’t take long when Chet didn’t hold back. His body started to tense, making his thighs shake under their hands.

“I’m gonna-” he warned, but didn’t finish the sentence.

Erin pulled off just in time, stroking him fast with Kristie’s hand over hers. Chet came with a deep, guttural groan, shooting hot cum across Erin’s tits and stomach. Shot after shot coated her until it oozed from the tip, down and over Kristie’s fingers in thick pulses. They milked him through it until he was completely spent, and pressed his forehead to Erin’s.

For a long moment, the two girls knelt on the bed, while Chet fell back to sit on his heels.

Then Kristie laughed softly, pressing a kiss to Erin’s sticky shoulder. “Well. That was… educational.”

Erin giggled, like actually giggled sounding high and breathless and happy. Chet pulled them both down onto the bed, and rearranged them all so Erin was tucked between them, with her torso still covered in his essence.

Erin traced lazy circles on Chet’s chest, Kristie’s arm draped over her waist without any care of the bands it was draped across. “So,” she said, voice soft but no longer shy, “what else should we… research?”

Chet’s answering grin was wicked. “Oh, beautiful- we’ve got all night.”

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