Craig and Carrie, Chapter 12 - Sex Stories

Craig and Carrie, Chapter 12

... watching Anna down her second, with lemon and hot sauce. “If you can swallow your dad’s cum, you can swallow an oyster” Anna had whispered to her, a bit loud for the room. The vodka shots had definitely affected both girls. They were trying their best to use their silverware properly, keep their backs strait, elbows off the table, while consuming red meat in an almost primal ritual. They were both so ready to be taken. They had set out to seduce their man, and had been seduced in turn by him. The provider was there . . . a good mate . . . strong seed . . . the protector. We haven’t evolved all that much. Craig signed off on the tab, not shocked at the amount itself, but for the fact that he had just spent a good chunk of a week’s pay on a meal. He took Carrie on one arm and Anna on the other and strolled out into the concourse back to their room. *** *** *** *** “That was probably the best meal I’ve ever had” Carrie said excitedly as she gave Craig’s arm a squeeze. “I’m glad you liked it . . . right up there for me, too” said Craig. “I can’t believe I ate two friggin’ oysters . . . my mom will never believe it. She always says I’m a picky eater” Anna said as she pushed the ‘up’ button on the elevator. “But youuuuuu said it was good for sex . . . so I knew I had to give it a try.” As the elevator doors enclosed them in privacy and silence, Anna broke the stillness. “I’m so fucking wet I think it’s running down my legs.” She just said it in an even tone, matter-of-fact. ...

... “You’re saying it’s already soaked through your panties?” Craig’s arousal had also been building through dinner, watching these two hot vixens. He’d been watching them cut their meat . . . watching them chew . . . watching them swallow . . . everything had taken on a sexual undertone. “Panties?” Anna laughed. “You think I’m wearing panties with THIS dress?” She made a snorting noise through her nose. “Give me a taste” Craig said it with some authority in his voice . . . like he’d told her he wanted that pussy now last week. Anna reached under what little there was of her dress and dragged two fingers up her lips. She moaned at the touch, then pulled her hand out and held it up to Craig as an offering. He grabbed her hand and inhaled her aroma, then sucked her fingers clean. “FuuucK” Anna said quietly. The elevator dinged at the 12th floor. *** *** *** Carrie took Anna’s hand and walked her near the bed as they entered their suite. “Are you sure about this, Anna?” Anna nodded. “The rubbers are in my bag, Carrie. Go get one.” Craig walked up to Anna and took her in his arms. She was trembling. “Only if you’re positive, Anna. I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow, or next week . . . or next year.” “Craig, no boy my age is going to treat me the way that you treat me . . . I want you inside me.” She picked up her arm and showed Craig where the little hook loop was on her left side. He unhooked it and found the tiny black zipper beneath, and eased it down the 8 or 10 inches of travel ...