Craig and Carrie, Chapter 12 - Sex Stories

Craig and Carrie, Chapter 12

Craig awoke about 5 minutes before the alarm was going to sound and just took a minute to appreciate his environment. He was warm and snug in a huge bed, between sheets that were cotton but felt like silk, sandwiched between two beautiful naked young girls, one of whom was his daughter. He had rolled to his left in his sleep and his right arm was around Anna, who had also rolled to her left so that he was spooning her, and his right hand was holding the firm yet soft flesh of her youthful left breast. Carrie, in turn, was spooning him from behind, her arm across his chest, her perky breasts pressed into his back; he thought maybe he felt the hint of her fine, red pubic hair against his butt. She was snoring very lightly . . . it was cute the way she snored. He didn’t want to move. Who would want to extricate themselves from this little knot of love? Plus he could feel the chill of the air in the room and their little cocoon of warmth was delicious in its comfort. He lightly rubbed Anna’s nipple with his thumb and thought back to their shower last night. He had volunteered to wash Anna’s hair for her and it had turned into one of the most erotic experiences of his life. She was facing away from him while he massaged her head and scrubbed her luxurious dark brown mane. Carrie was facing Anna . . . kissing her, fondling her. Anna was responding to his touch like her scalp was an erogenous zone . . . perhaps it is? . . . he’d have to look that one up. She then soaped up her ...

... hands and reached behind her ass to grab onto and stroke his dick. The feel of her soapy hands, squeezing and pulling on his cock,, washing his balls liked they’d never been washed. Leaning into her and kissing her neck while warm water poured over them, and then cumming against her adorable ass, watching his spunk run down her crack. He and Carrie bathed her in kisses and caresses, practically devouring her. She came herself without either of them touching her pussy. It was something he knew he’d remember until the day he died. His attention to Anna’s nipple roused her and she groaned and stretched. “Morning, Craig” she said sleepily; turned, and gave him a peck on the lips. “Did you sleep OK?” he asked. “Like a friggin’ rock.” She smiled back, “. . . nice having someone hold me . . . never had that before.” “Well, it felt great to me too . . .” He turned to give Carrie a light smack on her hip, “Carrie! Up and at ‘em!” Carrie stuck her arms up straight and kicked her legs down to stretch. “Awwww, I don’t waaaaaaaaaaannaaaaaaa” she whined jokingly. Ten seconds later she was up on her knees with the comforter wrapped around her. “I wish we could stay here for like a MONTH! This place is great.” “Well” Craig said “we do have one more whole day . . . but right now you’ve got to hustle your little fannies so we can get some breakfast and get to the soccer fields . . . get moving.” Both girls slid out of bed and went to get their bags. “Hold it!” Craig said and reached for his phone ...