Kristie takes a taste and get's Chet involved

Kristie repositioned herself on the bed, looking into Erin’s eyes with a mix of playfulness and excitement. She gently pushed Erin onto her back, and then slid down until she was positioned directly between her friend's thighs. Erin let out a small gasp at her friend’s insistence and parted her legs instinctively as Kristie settled in to return the favor and try something new. Her hands gripped Erin's hips as she looked down at the pretty little hair covered mound.

"Turnabout's fair play," Kristie murmured, steeling her own nerves. She leaned in close, inhaling the musky scent of Erin's arousal, then dragged the flat of her tongue along the length of Erin's pussy, from her perineum up to her clit. Erin shuddered, and her hands immediately started fisting the sheets when she felt Kristie's wet tongue part her open. She couldn’t believe the sensations that sent a jolt through her core.

Kristie didn't hold back. She licked again using a little more pressure this time, tasting the salty tang of Erin's fluids coating her tongue. "Fuck, I can’t believe I was so nervous to try this. You actually taste really good," she said, and immediately pressed her mouth fully against Erin, sucking lightly on her labia before dipping her tongue inside. Erin's hips bucked a little, pushing her pussy against Kristie's face, and Kristie responded by thrusting her tongue deeper into her friend, fucking her with it in slow, deliberate strokes.

Erin moaned, and her body was quickly responding to everything Kristie was doing. "Kristie... oh my gosh, that feels..." She trailed off, the words failing her as Kristie's lips closed around her clit, and sucked it into her mouth with to squeeze it between her lips. Kristie's tongue flicked over the swollen nub relentlessly, while one hand slid up to spread Erin's hair and lips wider, exposing more of her to the air and her touch.

"I can’t believe how wet you are," Kristie said, pulling back to admire what she was seeing. Her chin was glistening with Erin's juices. She plunged two fingers inside Erin without warning, feeling the tight, slick walls clench around them. Erin cried out, her pussy gripping the intrusion as Kristie pumped her fingers in and out, curling them to hit the spongy spot inside that Chet had guided Erin too. The squelching sounds filled the room, making wet and obscene noises that mixed with Erin's ragged breaths.

Chet was watching from the side with his cock already hardening again as he stroked himself lazily but he stayed back, letting the girls have their moment. Erin reached down, tangling her fingers in Kristie's hair, pulling her closer as her hips rocked against her friend's mouth and hand. "Oh my goodness, that’s so good... please, right there," Erin whimpered, when her thighs began trembling around Kristie's head.

Kristie began twisting her fingers, corkscrewing them into Erin, and focused on her clit, accidentally grazing it lightly with her teeth. Erin's body tensed, and her pussy began fluttering around the fingers as the pressure built. "I'm gonna come," she gasped, and then she did, taking no time to reach her peak. Her orgasm hit hard, sending her juices flooding Kristie's mouth and hand in a gush. Kristie kept licking through it, swallowing what she could, her face buried in Erin's throbbing pussy until the spasms subsided.

Erin collapsed back panting, and her body twitching in little movements of pleasure. Kristie crawled up, her lips shiny and swollen, and kissed Erin deeply, letting her taste herself on her tongue. "How was that?" Kristie asked, grinning as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Erin laughed weakly, still catching her breath. "Amazing... How have I never let someone do that?"

Hearing Chet chuckle, Kristie glanced over at him. As soon as she found him, her eyes dropped to the thick cock that was now fully hard and standing out from his body. The sight of it was impossible to ignore, and she bit her lip, feeling a new wave of curiosity washing over her.

"You know... I've been thinking about that thing since I saw it in the shower." She reached out, unable to full wrap her hand around his shaft, but feeling the warmth of it in her hand and the way it throbbed in her grip. "I helped create this monster. Seems only fair I should get to feel what it does."

Chet raised an eyebrow, starting to grin from ear to ear. "You sure? It's a lot to handle."

Kristie nodded, feeling her pussy aching at the thought. Turning sideways to Erin, she positioned herself on all fours and looked back at Chet. "Fuck me while Erin watches us."

Chet moved behind her, lining up his cock with her entrance. He rubbed the head against her bare lips, coating himself in her wetness, then pushed in slowly. Kristie gasped, her eyes widening as the thick head stretched her open, inch by inch filling her pussy. "Holy fuck... it's so big," she groaned, her walls clenching around him as he bottomed out with his balls pressing against her.

Erin watched, mesmerized, and her hand slipped between her own thighs to rub her still-sensitive clit. Chet started thrusting, taking his time, and his hips slapped against Kristie's ass with each stroke. The **** sent Kristie's tits bouncing, and she reached out to pull Erin into a kiss, moaning into her mouth as Chet's cock pounded her from behind.

"Faster," Kristie begged, her voice breaking. Chet obliged, gripping her hips so that he was slamming into her hard enough that the slap of their bodies colliding was echoing in the room. Erin's fingers worked faster on herself, trying to match their rhythm.

Kristie’s breath was knocked from her lungs with every deep thrust. Her fingers clawed at the sheets as Chet’s thick cock pressed against every sensitive inch inside her. She dropped to her elbows so she could press her forehead to the mattress and let out a shaky laugh that turned into a moan.

“God… I thought this thing was gonna split me in half,” she panted, half muffled by the comforter. “I was bracing for pain, or at least trying to slowly take my time, like, ten minutes to adjust. But… fuck… it just slid right in my tight little pussy without a problem.” Nearly every word was punctuated by Chet’s hips rebounding off her ass.

Erin, who had never stopped circling her own clit while she watched, was staring in awe. “I was literally thinking the same thing,” she admitted, sounding shocked. “That thing is huge. I thought for sure you’d need to ease onto it or something. How are you taking the whole thing already, you slut?” The last words came with a giggle and no real judgement as she watched her friend writhe beneath the large form behind her.

Chet didn’t bother to slow down. If anything, he drove in harder, making the sloppy squelching noises get louder as Kristie’s body worked to accommodate him. A smug grunt rumbled out of him.

“That’s the magic and the beauty of custom work, ladies,” he said with a little effort. “I fit exactly how you need me to fit. No pain, no burn… just the perfect amount of full for you.” He pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the fat head stretching her entrance, then slammed back in to the hilt in one smooth stroke. Kristie’s back arched and she cried out, toes curling.

“But,” he added, leaning over her back so his chest pressed to her spine, brushing his lips to her ear, “if you want to feel more… if you really want to feel it stretching you open and wreck that thing… I can turn that dial up.”

He flexed inside her, just a pulse, and Kristie’s eyes rolled back as she felt him swell impossibly thicker for a heartbeat, pressing against every wall of her barely experienced cunt at once.

“Fuck yes- do that,” she begged instantly, bracing herself to push her hips back to meet him. “Make it bigger. I wanna see what that feels like.”

Erin’s fingers sped up between her own legs, breath hitching. “Wait, you can actually get bigger than that?”

Chet flashed her a wicked grin over Kristie’s shoulder. “Sweetheart, it’s not about getting bigger with me. It’s about the magic that is me, and that I can make it feel however you want. Just say the word.”

He snapped his hips again, burying himself deep, and at the same time one of his large hands came down against her ass with a smack. Kristie moaned loud enough that Erin jumped at the sight and sound of it all. Kristie’s whole body rocked forward with every punishing thrust, making her tits swing beneath her and her nipples brush the sheets. She was dripping down her thighs.

“Fuck… do it,” she gasped, voice cracking. “Make it bigger. I really think I wanna feel you stretch me.”

Chet slowed just enough to let her feel the next stroke in full. It was one long, deliberate push that buried him to the hilt once more. But this time he stayed deep, grinding against her so she could feel every vein and every throb.

“You sure?” he grunted from behind her. “Like I said, I can make it feel exactly how you want it. Or thick enough to ruin you, long enough you’ll feel me in your throat. But I need to hear it.”

Kristie whimpered, pushing back greedily. “Yes. Just… will it hurt? Like, actually hurt me?”

Chet’s big hand slid up her spine, nearly spanning the width of her between pinky to thumb. “Never,” he promised. “That’s the best part of what I am. I can push you right to the edge, make you feel so full you can’t think straight, and the second it’s too much I can dial it right back. Or fix anything. Bruises, soreness, even a tear if we ever got that wild. Just gone with a snap. You’re safe, Kristie. Always.”

He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, then straightened, gripping her hips again with both hands.

“So tell me exactly how you want it, babe.”

Kristie turned her face toward Erin, eyes glassy with lust. Erin was openly staring now, pumping two of her fingers in and out of her own pussy, with her legs spread wide.

“Make it… make it feel impossible,” Kristie breathed. “I want to feel every extra inch you give me.”

Chet’s grin was pure sin. “Hold on tight.”

He flexed again, seated fully inside her, and Kristie’s breath caught as she felt what seemed like him swell inside her, thickening, lengthening, pushing against places she didn’t know she had. Her walls stretched helplessly around the new girth. Another pulse, another inch, and her back bowed as the head pushed against her cervix. The pressure was intense to the point of overwhelming.

“Oh my fucking god,” she moaned, her voice raising nearly an octave. “Jesus! Please don’t move. It kinda hurts.”

Chet froze the instant the words left her mouth, buried to the hilt, his hands instantly loosening their grip on her hips.

“Hey… hey, it’s ok,” he said calmly. He leaned forward again, sliding one palm under her to hold her against her stomach, while the other gently stroking her back. “Too much?”

Kristie’s whole body was trembling, supported by her shaking thighs. She caught her lip between her teeth, hard. She shook her head quickly, then slower, like she was arguing with herself. A tiny, broken whimper slipped out.

Erin scrambled up onto her knees beside them, abandoning her own pleasure without a second thought. She cupped Kristie’s flushed cheek, brushing back the hair from her face.

“Kris… babe, you don’t have to do this,” Erin whispered, stroking her thumb over the teeth marks on Kristie’s lower lip. “We can stop right now. It’s okay.”

Kristie’s eyes were glassy as she focused on adjusting. She swallowed hard, then managed a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sob.

“No… just… give me a second.” She sucked in a breath, trying to **** her body to relax around the impossible feeling of fullness inside her. “I just… I wanna know. I’ve heard girls talk about huge cocks forever and I always rolled my eyes, but… fuck, I wanna feel what the hype is about.”

She turned her face into Erin’s palm, kissing it softly.

“If he can really fix anything,” she said, sound almost determined, “then when the hell else am I ever gonna get to try something this insane and know I’ll be totally fine after?”

Erin checked her best friend’s face, felling overcome with worry and love and even a little awe at what Kristie was willing to do. “You’re sure?”

Kristie gave just the tiniest nod. “Yeah. Just… stay right here with me, okay?”

Erin leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Kristie’s forehead, then to the corner of her mouth. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Chet stayed perfectly still, one hand gently rubbing circles on Kristie’s lower back, the other still cradling her belly like he was holding her together.

“Whenever you’re ready, babe,” he murmured. “We’ve got all the time in the world. Breathe with me.” He took a slow, deliberate breath, and Kristie matched it, her body gradually softening around him.

After a long moment, she let out a shuddering exhale and gave the tiniest roll of her hips. A testing and experimental movement to see if she was ready.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Slow… really slow. I think I’m ready to try it.”

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