John Kellerman - The naughty virgin

Rebecca had been trying not to think about sex. God knows she'd tried. But every time she closed her eyes, there was that new boarder filling her mind. She could almost imagine exactly how it would be to kiss somebody so good-looking. Not that she'd ever have the nerve. Her aunt had told her that kissing was a good way to get in trouble and Rebecca didn't doubt it. Just thinking about it made her feel all tingly and weak inside. It wasn't a bad feeling, but it was the kind of sensation Aunt Lana warned against.

Outside her window Rebecca could hear the birds fluttering and chirping. Her aunt told her it was because the birds were happy about spring coming. Rebecca suspected there was more to it than that. She suspected that there was more to a lot of things she had been thinking about.

Since it was Saturday she knew she wouldn't have to get up for another half-hour at least. She tossed under the sheet, stretching and enjoying the lazy time of awakening. Because when she got up there'd be no time for much laziness. Aunt Lana kept her busy with housework and whatnot. At least she'd have the afternoon. Rebecca tossed again, feeling her flannel pajamas tangling between her thighs. The pressure against her young cunt made her tremble. Her nostrils flared as she opened her legs slowly and rolled onto her back. Now the flannel was pulling up between the plump lips of her cunt and the friction mad Rebecca moan.

"I'd better not think about this kind of stuff," she mumbled, throwing the covers back and sitting up. Lana had warned her about self-enjoyment. Not in so many words. But the hints had been plain enough. A young girl had to be especially careful in the bathtub or in bed. Her aunt preferred that she took showers, when it came right down to it. Rebecca sneaked in a bath every so often though. And Aunt Lana thought that a proper young woman should always wear pants-style flannel pajamas with the top buttoned up to the neck.

Her aunt's concern about temptation even extended to what Rebecca was allowed to wear during the day. Not so much what people could see, but what they couldn't see. Like underwear.

Rebecca went to her dresser and pulled out a clean pair of cotton panties. It was hard to really think of them as panties. They were made of thick, white cotton with an especially thick panel in the crotch. They even had very short legs, something like a panty girdle and they completely covered Rebecca from well above her navel to the upper part of her thighs. When she had them on. And she always had to have them on except when sleeping or bathing. Rebecca had the distinct feeling that Lana would've preferred her wearing the damned things to bed too.

This morning Rebecca skinned down the flannel nightwear as usual but something made her stop. She'd caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. This was a definite no-no too, but there was something about the fresh smell of the air blowing though her window and the cry of birds outside that made her feel a little disobedient. The sparse fluff of red hair that didn't come close to hiding her cunt glistened in a narrow band of sunlight from the open window. It shocked her to see that something glistened down there where her outer lips came together. She was damp, slippery. With the flannel top still on, she stood facing her reflection and opened her legs some. Then, as sexily as she could, she rocked her hips and tried to look seductive. The familiar tinge of excitement went through her but it was immediately followed by one of guilt. Still, the temptation to admire herself was very strong. She was growing so fast.

"God, my legs sure are getting long," she whispered, sliding a heel up her shin to her knee and then extending the leg slowly. This time her cuntlips parted with a wet sound and she could see the glistening slickness, the dainty pink surfaces. Rebecca fluffed her thick, red hair and pouted. She knew she couldn't do this any longer. Lana would know somehow. But she'd never felt quite so wired as she was now. Her fingers trembled as she touched the first button of her flannel top. But she undid it anyhow.

"Forgive me, Aunt Lana," she whispered as she shucked the pajama top off the back of her shoulders. She let it slide down her back and then dropped it to puddle at her feet. Rebecca put her shoulders back and turned so that her tits showed in profile. She sighed to see the curved deepening over her body. She'd been just a straight-hipped, flat-chested little tomboy but now she was getting curvy and rounded. Her tits were the size of tangerines. Large tangerines at that. Her nipples were dimpled little nubs of pink the size of the tips of her little fingers. Her tits ached too. Almost all the time. And though she'd never let on to her aunt, it felt better to rub them. Rebecca rubbed them now.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. As her palm accidentally brushed one nipple, a shudder of pleasure went through her. This time she could feel her cunt changing, growing plumper. This had happened a few times in her life and it always disturbed her. She'd thought she was sick the first time her cunt got puffy and hot. Now she knew it was just the sort of thing that Aunt Lana had warned her against. But what could she do? She wasn't trying to make it feel like that.

She turned to look at the pert outward curve of her ass. It looked plusher and larger than a year ago and it felt different when she touched it too. She touched it by rubbing her palms over the soft curves until she could feel the tangle of her cunt hair poking under her bottom. Reaching around front, she traced the line of her mound. Now she knew she was really misbehaving but something inside her wouldn't let her stop.

"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.

"But I c-c-can't stop. Ohhh, ohhhh wow!" The slick, slurpy sound of her finger sliding back and forth in her throbbing cunt made Rebecca even hotter. On the sheet a dark spot was spreading. Her juices were dripping down like a leaky faucet, a faucet she didn't want to turn off. She wasn't just breathing fast now. She was panting. And her nipples stung with desire. She rubbed them both in turn, being rougher than she ever had before.