Erotic fiction inspired by Carrie in "Enera"
I was out for a run through the neighborhood when I was followed then reeled in by a hot girl. She introduced herself and asked to join me. I'd seen Carrie around. We ran easily; she matched my pace pretty well. I'm new to running again after a few years out and I'm still getting my rhythm, but my knees are holding up, and it's starting to feel good. A student at the college, Carrie was slim and limber with all the comfortable ease and quiet power of the youthful and fit. In the sections where she took the lead it was easy to see she had a nice booty; very pleasant to follow. She stopped when we were almost back at my place.
"Hey, Greg, I go this way here."
"Ok, Carrie, nice running with you."
Yeah! I enjoyed it," she smiled. We were breathing hard and staying warm, keeping in motion while we talked. "So, Greg, can I ask you for something? I do some modeling and I'm checking out a new photographer. Would you come with me and be my back up?"
I was free, so I was happy to accompany her to this guy's studio. He seemed nice enough. The studio was in a big converted room with a sitting area, changing area and shooting stage. I took a seat out front and Carrie went to change. I kept the door cracked and I chilled, reading the news on my phone. About an hour and a half later the door opened and Carrie poked her head out.
"Greg, thanks for waiting so long!" Big smile for me. "I'll be done in a minute and we can go." She turned to go and as the door shut she flashed me a dazzling smile. Surprise surprise, Carrie had nothing on behind that pile of clothes she was holding. I would remember that sight for a while...
Later, Carrie suggested we head for a bar so she could wait for her friends. They came in pretty quickly after us, a nice bunch of students. I wasn't exactly part of their age group but they were an intelligent lot and we had a good time. Carrie seemed very appreciative of the small role I’d played earlier and started leaning on me nicely. Her friends gradually drifted away and Carrie and I had another round. She blushed when I told her she looked nice with no pants on.
"Oh, I look real good. You have no idea!"
"Well, I can guess... I'm guessing right now…"
"We’d better go, Greg."
I changed the subject, but when we got to her place she invited me in. She poured us a drink, and a moment she was sitting in my lap. She'd flicked off the light and was staring at me close, her big dark eyes shining in the ambient light from the street, then only darkness as her lips met mine. Warm and soft, caramel tang of rum, tongues wet as we slid around each other. I broke the clinch.
"Woah, Carrie, it’s getting late. I need to go home, girl. That ok?"
She looked at me, dark eyes brooding. "No it isn't. Because you’ve been drinking, right? Can't drive. I made sure of it!" she grinned. "So now let's go to bed!"
"Carrie, I can sleep out here..." I waved my hand at the sofa. Wasn't she like, a LOT younger than me? Twenties or something?
"Greg. I can see you want to protect my honor or reputation or something, whatever! That's cool; share my bed and I promise I won't attack you... tonight. Okay?"
Her bed was big and comfy and smelled of her perfume, which I loved, sheets washed so many times they were like felt. We snuggled and shared deep kisses; her back felt so good under her T-shirt, nothing between my hands and her skin, smooth and curvy with slim muscles, warm. And that’s the last I remember of that night.
The next morning I heard dishes clinking in the kitchen and my eyes cracked open to bright sunlight through open curtains. Carrie brought me in a fine cappuccino, explaining that she’d worked as a barista; I rubbed my eyes as I realized she had no pants on! She flopped on the bed right next to me. I looked down there just to make sure. Yup, no panties; her plump mound was pink and hairless with just a slim slit. I looked up and Carrie gave me a sly grin. I cleared my throat.
"Ok, girl. I gave you a chance to get rid of me, right?" She smiled. "Well, now I want to fuck you in your cute little ass. That sound ok? Right after I’ve finished this cappuccino… it’s too good to waste.”
She flushed a little. "Greg, I've never done anal before! No... wait. A guy did lick my ass before, and fingered it too."
"Did you like it?"
Carrie smiled her mischievous grin. "Want to see what I was modeling yesterday?"
She stripped her T-shirt off and leaned back on the pillows, reaching down to cup her breasts, rolling and pinching her caramel brown nipples. Right away they got swollen. Between her legs the outer lips were fat, pink and puffy, just showing a slim cleft in the middle, but all the flirty talk was making Carrie leak and she was glistening prettily. Her eye-popping anus stretched wide and shining with her juice leaking down; feet drawn up and knees spread wide.
Watching me with heavy lidded eyes, she slipped a hand between her thighs and found her pussy. Wetting her fingers, she pinched and rolled her clit between the fat outer lips. She was clean-shaven, and the scent of her wet sex was dizzying. Three fingertips were rotating around her hood and her eyes closed while her full lips opened. The other hand slid between her cheeks and she slipped her middle finger deep inside, then withdrew it, shining with sex, and pushed it into her asshole.
With her knee folded back I kissed and nipped all around her pussy while her fingers squelched noisily on her clit. Unshaven, my cheeks roughed up the soft skin inside her thighs and I focused on bringing out that slit with my tongue. Carrie tasted so good and her juices were copious. I kept dipping my tongue deep inside to roll salty sweetness around her swelling clitoris.
By now Carrie was deep into arousal, breathing hard, sweaty and flushed. Her thighs pressed together as she grasped my hair to pull me hard against her. The finger in her bottom was going to town, but I wanted some of that. I lubed two fingers in her pussy and then worked them into her ass along with her own slim finger. Inside the tight ring of her asshole she felt hot and so soft. Good thing her anus was youthful and stretchy because together we worked her bottom hard, going knuckle deep over and over until her jiggling and shivering grew into shudders, clamping my face into her crotch and our fingers in her ass while she gasped and sucked in air and her orgasm rippled through her body.
After we caught our breath, I said, "That was what you modeled yesterday?"
Carrie cracked up. "No, I guess I got carried away..."
We rolled into a sixty-nine. Carrie dug me out of my undies and stroked me with one hand, her beautiful lips wrapped around the tip, my shaft getting harder by the second. She was flicking her tongue around the sensitive glans, dragging her teeth along it and I was getting fired up, hips moving and fucking her mouth, my tongue in her pussy of course, couldn't keep away from that sloppy mess.
"Carrie, if you keep that up, I won't last." That just spurred her on. I think my eyes crossed; my climax was soft fireworks, hips thrusting and Carrie latched on, jacking me into her hot mouth. I could feel her sucking and swallowing while I fucked her beautiful lush lips.
I flopped on my back and took a couple breaths just enjoying the moment, but Carrie was having none of it. Naked squirming girl climbed right on top of me, keeping me pointed straight up between her inner thighs, belly to belly and wiggling a little just to get me slotted in tight. Feeling her slippery slit and wet outer lips swallowing me up kept me steely stiff. She sambaed her hips and it felt like a hand was massaging me down there.
Her soft lips latched onto mine, wet and tasting of semen. I reached down and slid inside her pussy. She drew in a breath and worked her way down the shaft, hot and slippery and horny. She started grinding her sticky wet folds all over me; I looked down to see me disappearing into her slit, feeling the slow grind as she drew pleasure out of me. She rubbed me hard against her pleasure center and it wasn't long before she was shaking softly and shivering into an orgasm, face pressed on my chest.
I pulled out and nuzzled up to her back. "You are so ready Carrie, but if you want me to stop just say it, okay?"
She nodded and I cupped her little titty with one hand while the other one drew her knee up to her chest so I could spread on some lube. She smoothed some on my cock while locking those bedroom eyes on mine, and that felt so good I almost lost it then and there.
"Carrie, if you want to do this, better put me in quick, girl."
She smiled impishly as she lined me up. "Okay, you're right there, Greg. Just push..."
I applied some pressure. Carrie closed her eyes and exhaled, focusing inward to relax her anus, and I could feel it dilating, spreading around my glans and onto my shaft. I felt the tight ring of her sphincter crawling up my stiff, greasy cock. We moved slowly. It was so intense. I withdrew a little and began to fuck her steadily. She pressed her hand back on my hip to control the pace.
"Easy! Oh god I love this!"
I slid my fingers between her thighs and ran them inside her wet lips, feeling her hot wetness, rolling her swollen clit between my fingertips. "Carrie, you have to come with me in your ass, okay? That way you'll always love it."
"Oh, no problem there Greg, just keep that big thing going into me. Oh!" We had a bit of a pace going and Carrie was pushing her plump cheeks back to really feel me, soft slapping them on my belly. I rolled her onto her stomach and spread her legs wider, so I could thrust harder and deeper. She got on her knees so she could push back against me. I felt her tighten up even more around me as she let out a wail and convulsed a little, racked with her climax. I let it go as well and felt the glow of orgasm sweep through me, ejecting into her ass, letting her get sticky and liquid around me and pressing hard to leave it all inside.
We remained together while we nuzzled and spooned. I stayed inside as long as I could, then admired the semen smeared over her cheeks and leaking from her asshole.
"So... ya like that?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm hooked! I hope you're ready for more, Greg..."
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