At her aunt's house she'd become bored and started to explore more thoroughly. Using a much-creased page from a hygiene book as reference, she'd identified each and every part between her down-covered labia. But that hadn't told her much really. The inner labia seemed more like the dainty petals of a flower really. And her clitoris was a shapeless little nub of moist, raw flesh hooded slightly by warm moist folds. The diagram indicated that this spot was the seat of female sexual response. At the time Vicky hadn't tried to find out if that was true or not. Now there was no doubt in her mind!

"Ghhaaaaa… I can't stand it," she breathed, wiggling furiously against the seat as her fingers dug and played in the messy juices. She'd felt something even wilder now… an insatiable tickle that was fast growing to a crazy itch, an itch that seemed to make her half crazy with wanting to scratch. But the more she scratched, the more intense the feeling became. Now her lungs sucked air in violent gasps and her toes tingled. Muscle tremors ran up and down her young thighs. Her short dress had hiked up above her panties now and her jacket had slipped to the floor. Somehow Vicky couldn't bother with all that. She'd eased her pink nylon panties down long before, so now her feverish cunt was there for anyone to see who might happen by. But it was late and the old man across the aisle was snoring under his newspaper. The stewardess was probably having herself a stiff drink somewhere. Vicky probed deeper with her middle finger and rubbed her thumb in slow circles against her tumid clit.

"Come on… come on… c-c-come on…" she whimpered, twitching uncontrollably as the shivers of pure pleasure jolted through her. She didn't think she could stand much more. She knew what those girls had been talking about now. It was enough to drive someone mad. She'd forgotten about everything… almost everything. And yet that final glorious explosion she'd heard about wouldn't come. She sucked in another lungful of air and tried to think of something that might help her slip over the edge into paradise.