Caroline's secret - Sex Stories

Caroline's secret

... a mere conduit that led to the scorching rib-duned desert beyond. On and on, through the wilderness she wandered, endlessly meandering. Pausing when breathing shallowed. Creeping on when snoring resumed. She settled into a shallow impression, a brief knotted oasis, a promise of the abundance to come. Again she struck out, headed towards the heat of the forbidden valley; dangered into the darkness. At the boundary, the line between desert and pasture, she paused. This was it. The promised land. Coarse stems snagged, slowed progress to a delicious crawl. Nearer. Nearer. The river drew her. Down the banks she clambered, through the reeds, then sinking beneath the surface she slowly drifted to the river's open mouth. 'Mmm, Mack... Shove it up me. Shove it...' I'm not sure they were her exact words, for they were mere whispers breathed into her inflatable pillow, but it was something very similar. I stayed there, hand cupping my best friend's well-explored, well-mapped cunt, and, while waiting for her to settle down, I somehow drifted into a sleep of my own. Hazy daylight opened my eyes. 'Morning, Caz.' 'Mmmmmorning.' The twinkle in her eye and the smile on her lips told me what was coming. 'You were fingering my twat last night, yer dirty fucker!' 'Fuck off! I never!" Alice had rarely heard me swear and probably guessed right away that I protested too much. She hugged me, subdued me, and, though I struggled to escape her clutches, it was pointless: she was a woman and I was a ...

... little girl. 'Listen, I don't mind either way. Finger me. Whenever yer fancy. Have a go now if yer like.' She released me, rolled on her back and splayed her knees. I couldn't help myself, simply had to look. Her young pussy was beautiful. 'Go on. Get stuck in. Might smell a bit - still a bit of Andy Turner up there, I shouldn't wonder.' I rolled away, pressed myself into the tent's acutest angle, till condensation soaked my tee shirt and knickers. 'Fuck, Alice,' I swore again and again to dilute the damning first, 'you're fucking gross sometimes. I can't help what I do in my sleep! If you'd worn some clothes it would nnnnever have fucking happened.' 'Nah, I always sleep naked. And I don't mind. I told yer.' She grinned and lasciviously licked her lips. 'In fact, I quite fancy a bit of girl on girl right now.' Giggling, she grabbed for me. I squealed, curled into a ball. Peered through my fingers. We were both giggling now. She reached out. Tickled my ribs. Groped my tit, what little there was of it, and I froze. In a bat of her long eyelashes, her fingers turned from playful to sensual, drew my nipple to a point and twisted, twisted, twisted. No one had ever touched me there. I could not believe how good that felt. 'Fuck.' An eyelash batted again and playfulness returned. 'When these have filled out a bit and yer've grown some pubes, I'm gonna have you, Caroline Lawson.' 'I've got pubes!' At that moment, I would have pulled down my pants and shown her, let her examine me as ...