"Ohhh, so wet!" She let three fingers rest against the feverish mound of cunt flesh for a little bit. Inside she ached in the strangest way! Like her slit wanted to be rubbed or gouged or pinched.

For just an instant, she dipped a finger into the dripping crevice. There was a squishy sound as her fold sucked around her knuckles. And then a jolt of the wildest pleasure she'd ever experienced made her knees shake. She had to hold onto the side of her dresser to keep from failing to the rug. Quickly she withdrew the finger and as it slid over her clitoris the hot nub rose from its hood and again she felt pleasure too intense to understand.

Breathing hard, Rebecca went to sit on her bed. She pulled her heels up and held a small mirror down to look at the slick-looking flesh between the pouty lips of her young cunt.

"I hope nothing's wrong with me," she breathed. But she didn't feel like there was. In fact she felt right, very right. She wished she had the nerve to touch herself again. She sniffed her finger and it made her wrinkle her nose. It was musky with a slight tinge of pee. It amazed her that men actually used their…

"Ohhh, I'd better not think of those kinds of things," she said aloud. But she still gazed intently at the raw, slick wound that seemed to beg to be touched again. It was pulsing now, like it contained a tiny heart. Holding the musky finger out of the way, Rebecca licked another one and pressed it down into the juicy heat of her slit. Gingerly she stroked forward and back over her clitoris. It felt lovely. Her shoulders drooped forward and her breasts seemed heavier than before. Using a finger and a thumb, she lightly pinched one nipple as her other finger continued to stroke deeper into her crevice.

"Uhhhh, uhhhh God, that's n-n-nice!"

But Rebecca knew that it wasn't really very nice at all! Aunt Lana would have a fit if she found out. She'd make Rebecca wear a burlap sack for punishment, or worse.