"God… Ohhh God it's weird!" She was wondering how deep her little hole went. Since boys were all sizes, girls probably were too. She thought of ears and noses and the way her brother's cock looked when he stepped out of a shower. She hadn't seen it since he was a teenager and he was twenty-five now. But she'd noticed the lump in his jeans plenty of times. She was remembering when he'd taken her to the plane a month before. He'd been eyeing some wild-looking stewardess and his pants had bulged right before her eyes. Vicky had almost found the nerve to kid him about it but the plane had been called and she'd hurried out. Her Aunt Patricia's husband had died and she'd gone to keep her company for a while. Now, with the plane nearing Rocksford, she was glad to be getting back home before the year was completely shot.

"Ohhhh… Ohhhh God yesss…" She was squirming as her bent thumb brushed her clit. The tiny lump of softness swelled suddenly as if pumped up with water. It felt very hot. She rubbed the nubbin again and a shot of the most glorious sensations burst through her. She touched again, faster, harder.

"Uhhnnnn… Ohh… Nuuh… Mnnnnn…!" Her fingers worked frantically now as she discovered the super-sensitivity of that special spot. She'd suspected before that her clit had something very important to do with happiness. But she'd never suspected anything like this! She'd never even brought herself off, though she'd heard lots of stories from girls who had. The stories had scared her some. A few of the girls swore they'd fainted. One said that she'd gotten headaches from playing with herself but still couldn't keep from it. So Vicky had taken her time to get used to her body.

The first few times she'd just stripped before a bath and examined her mound with a mirror, not daring to touch. Then, in a warm tub, she'd smoothed her tender cunt lips with soapy palms, getting used to the subtle friction which made her shudder with anticipation.