The Family Secret

July 14, 2008 – 2:04 am

The pilot’s voice had just come through the intercom saying something
about perfect flying weather and night time temperatures at the airport
where they’d be landing. But Vicky wasn’t really paying much attention.
Her pink tongue stuck a little ways out of her mouth as she bit down on
it and her blue eyes fluttered half open. She’d turned off her reading
light long ago and pulled her windbreaker across her lap. The plane
wasn’t crowded and she had the whole seat to herself.

“Uhnnnnn … ohhhhh … it is going in!” she breathed to herself,
wiggling her middle finger back and forth. The dainty folds of her slit
felt so soft … so velvety warm. And she was wet, too. Wet and
slippery where her juices had flooded out. She spread her bare feet on
the floor under the seat in front and pointed her toes. As her calf
muscles bulged and the strands along the insides of her thighs
stiffened she felt the tension build too. Her finger seemed suddenly to
penetrate some delicate barrier and she let herself moan louder than
she should’ve. But it was exciting! Her middle finger was sliding
easily now, going in all the way to the last knuckle.

She’d thought her outer folds were soft, but inside her unsullied
little pussy it felt like the fields of heaven itself. In a flash she
knew why boys were so damned interested in getting their hot, stiff
cocks inside a girl’s body. It probably felt wonderful to them to rub
against all that slick softness she was touching with her fingertip.

“Nuuuhh … Mmmmmmm … Ohh wow!” She wallowed her head in her pillow
and worked her slim hips up and down on the seat as her finger explored
her insides for the very first time. The thought that she was no longer
a virgin occurred to her. Well, not strictly a virgin anyway. But her
finger wasn’t very big and it hadn’t hurt at all really. She touched
and probed, licking her upper lip, concentrating.

“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. . . . .
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