Stable girl

CHAPTER ONE

Tamara Knudson had just turned sixteen years old and she was starting to figure out what being a woman was all about.

She had known about the birds and the bees for several years – a sex education class having been offered in eighth grade – but that didn't mean that she understood them.

She felt no desire toward boys at the time of the class, and she could not figure out why any girl in her right mind would let a guy stick his stiff cock in her cunt – especially when it was supposed to hurt when the cherry popped.

But upon turning sixteen – in the middle of that magic summer, Tamara was starting to feel the strange urges in her loins that told her she too would want to be fucked in the very near future.

Tamara had long blonde hair that spilled thickly over her shoulders. She spent a lot of time out in the sun when the weather was nice so her hair bleached almost white, and her skin tanned dark brown.

This was a combination that drove the boys her age right up the wall with lust.

Her hair was parted in the middle and fell down onto her forehead in bangs.

The teenager's eyelashes and eyebrows were just as light as the hair on her head. Her eyes were the color of the summer sky, and twinkled merrily whenever little Tamara was in a good mood.

Her cheeks were smooth and she had the face of an angel.

The girl looked as if she had never committed a sin.

One could almost see the halo above her golden tresses.

Only Tamara knew that this halo was entirely unscrewable. Only Tamara knew the lust she felt kindling in her abdomen.

The blonde lived on a farm in the township of Caledonia, about twenty miles south of Rochester, in upstate New York.

She lived in a big white farm house with her mommy and daddy, and her older brother Larry, who she thought was a real jerk and a half.

Larry spent most of his time stoned or drunk and was on the verge of flunking out of high school.

Out behind the Knudson house were the stables where Swede Knudson – Tamara's father – kept the horses. Some were racers and some weren't. But there was a track out back and occasionally Swede entered a horse in a claiming race.

For the most part, however, horses were his hobby.

He was a lawyer, and liked the rural home he didn't get to see nearly enough of. Swede often spent up to sixty hours a week in his office in Rochester.

Ever since Tamara had been a very little girl, horses had been the one true love of her life.

Tamara had no doubt in her mind that she thought about the horses her daddy kept more than any other single topic.

It hadn't taken Tamara long to notice that horses gave her the same tingling tension in her loins that she felt when she was around a handsome boy.

Sometimes Tamara snuck out to the corral to watch the studs mount the mares during the mating season. Tamara had noticed that this not only made her loins ache, but she could actually feel the blood pumping downward in her body – directly to her virgin cunt. Tamara rode frequently. She loved being astride the animals.

She liked to ride bareback most of all. The sensation of that strong backbone between her spread thighs had been known to make Tamara's cunt soaking wet.

She had frequently noticed huge wet stains in the crotch of her bikini panties after finishing a bareback ride through the Knudson back fields.

Tamara was not a very big teenager, and she knew – judging from her mother's diminutive size – that she was probably not going to grow much more. Not up anyway. Tamara planned to develop a somewhat fuller figure as she matured.

The little blonde girl stood five foot one and had smallish breasts that rested high on her chest.

Though they were not very big, they were round and full, and were sloped so that the nipples pointed upward.

Tamara always wore tight shirts and was, of course, braless, just because she knew that boys drooled when they looked at her nipples. A lot of times, when Tamara was thinking about either boys or horses, and sometimes both at the same time, her nipples would get very hard and erect, making bumps in the front of her tight shirt.

Those bumps had been known to cause many a voyeuristic boner!

It was a very hot Saturday afternoon and the sun was scorching, still high in the cloudless sky.

Tamara was alone on the property, her mommy and daddy having gone away to some convention in Albany, Larry being who the fuck knows where.

She was astride the blonde steed Golden Flash, her pussy in full ache, getting worse this time than she had ever known it to get before.

Tamara had been thinking about masturbation for some time.

But she had been trying to avoid playing with herself.

Sometimes the little girl lingered over her pussy and nipples while bathing.

But this only made the ache and tension in her lower belly worse. She had never experienced an orgasm.

She had become frightened when the ache became too bad, and had stopped touching herself immediately.

It wasn't that she was afraid of hurting herself.

She was afraid that she would like it too much, and that she would become obsessed with touching her own cunt, until she was doing it all the time, causing her to alter her lifestyle to appease her new-born sexuality.

Her fears would end up being prophetic. Tamara knew herself better than anyone.

But on this day she knew she would have to find out what all the fuss – was about. She was experiencing an increasing physical discomfort in her crotch, and she could feel her bikini panties getting drenched with the natural lubrication drooling out from between her thoroughly engorged inner labia.

Golden Flash's mane and Tamara's hair were the same color.

She was tempted to take off all of her clothes and ride the steed bareback, but she was chickenshit. She told herself that she would do it after dark, if Larry didn't come home unexpectedly.

She figured that her privacy was more or less assured.

Larry was never home on Saturdays. He went to weekend-long parties in a clubhouse he and the guys had built in the woods with lumber they had stolen.

Larry had a friend named Bernard who was eighteen and bought beer for them.

Tamara had heard that girls went to those parties too, but, needless to say, she had never been invited to one.

This time Tamara was determined to make herself come.

She would do it in the privacy of her own bedroom.

Tamara thought that it was a lousy day to be indoors.

But she knew she wouldn't be able to relax if she got naked outside. Even if there weren't another person for miles around she would feel somewhat exposed and vulnerable.

That sort of thing would have to wait until dark. She knew that she would be braver by moonlight and she was thrilled with anticipation. Not only was she going to make herself come for the first time in her life but also the evening held in store for her a consummation of her relationship with nature!

Tamara turned Golden Flash toward the stable and dismounted after slowing to a walk by the side of the long wooden structure.

Tamara hopped off and led Golden Flash to his stall. She could see that the horse had an erection. The thing had to be a foot long and it was so thick she knew that she would never be able to get her fingers all the way around it.

She was surprised at the naughty thought she was having.

Tamara learned that her sexual arousal changed her mentally as well as physically.

She found herself craving things that she knew anyone else would think were perverse and disgusting.

Tamara wanted to be a mare so she could be mounted by the studs.

She wanted to know what it was like to have a foot of horse cock inside her cunt.

Her pussy throbbed with her filthy thoughts, and she knew that she had better hurry up and get to her bedroom.

As her panties became drenched they worked up between her engorged outer pussy lips, making Tamara's cunt feel as if it were being encased in a cloth trap, and she yearned to get naked. She wanted her cunt lubrication to flow down the insides of her slim thighs like fruit juice from over-ripe apricots.

The little girl could feel her clitoris aching the worst of all.

It was swollen to full capacity too and was sticking out from under the semi-circle of flesh sheath above it.

The love button's foreskin was being pushed up and out of the way by the fiery red erection at the top of the small blonde's virgin vagina.

Tamara walked quickly toward the large white house's back porch, taking the steps two at a time and swinging the screen door open with a fluid grace. Tamara was built on a small frame and weighed less than a hundred pounds.

Her hips were still slim, although they were growing broader as she matured.

Tamara knew that she would have the perfect hourglass figure of her mother by the time she was eighteen.

Her breasts would grow larger, but would not sag. Tamara knew that she came from a family of women with large firm breasts that rested perky and high until well into their forties.

Tamara had slim fingers. Her fingernails were long and had been carefully manicured so that they were all the same length and had an equal roundness to them.

This was the little blonde's sole concession to vanity. She never wore make-up.

Tamara was smart enough to know that her innocent beauty would only be marred if she wore a mask of make-up like some of the girls who went to Caledonia High School.

Tamara dashed into the house, up the stairs and slammed the door to her bedroom shut behind her.

She moved to the bed and quickly got out of all of her clothes. She was drenched with sweat from the ride in the heat and had to peel her soaked shirt away from her tits.

The cool air felt good on her wet skin as she got naked and she soon sprawled herself in the center of her bed on her back wearing no more than the day she was born.

She sighed as she hooked her thumbs under the tops of her pants and the elastic to her panties simultaneously so she could hitch them down over her buttocks together, pulling the wet panty material out from between her swollen cunt lips.

Tamara placed both of her pillows on top of one another and punched the top one with a tiny fist to make an indentation for the back of her head.

She stretched her legs out in front of her at first, keeping the knees straight, trying to decide what to do first.

Tamara could tell that her orgasm would be made better if she went about the masturbation process slowly.

She could tell instinctively that patience was the key to giving herself a good come, even if it meant being a bit of a self-tease.

Tamara could feel the tension in her lower abdomen getting worse by the second, and she hadn't even begun to touch herself.

She watched her fingertips shaking nervously as she placed them on her nipples. She shivered and moaned.

It felt even better than Tamara had thought it would and she rolled her fingertips over her erections lovingly.

The pretty little blonde teenager could feel her nipples getting even harder and longer as she touched them.

Tamara could feel her cunt juice forming in a pool at the base of her cunt slit, preparing to drool outward.

Her ass crack would be lubricated just as well as her cunt before she was done making herself come.

She knew that she would be making a wet spot with that natural lubrication on her bedspread and the bedding would have to be washed.

But she was all horse smelly and sweaty anyway, so cleaning up would have been necessary if she had jacked off or not.

Tamara knew that she was supposed to fantasize about fucking boys as she touched herself.

Ever since she had started feeling her sexy urges she had gone to the library to read as much as she could about sex.

She had read a whole book that was just about female fantasies, but it had little in it that appealed to her.

Tamara knew the fantasy that would turn her on the most.

And it sure as hell wasn't in any book in the library.

She was going to pretend that she was getting it on with a horse.

She had read the phrase "hung like a horse" used to describe guys with big pricks. Tamara figured it would be easier just to have sex with a horse if one wanted a huge cock up their twat!

Tamara was smart enough to know that she shouldn't tell anyone about her horse fantasies.

She knew that such things were considered very weird, and no one would understand how pure her craving felt.

It would be natural for her to have sex with a horse.

Tamara wished with all of her heart that she had been born a mare.

The little blonde placed her thumbs and forefingers on either side of her nipples and pinched at them lightly.

This felt very good and soon she was pinching harder, until she felt an odd combination of pleasure and pain.

Tamara became aware of the strange association between pleasure and pain during moments of sexual arousal.

It would be a point she knew would have to be driven home before she could ever think about actually taking a twelve inch horse cock up her tiny pussy.

She was just a little girl and she knew that the muscles at the sides of her cunt would have to stretch grossly open just for a stud horse to get the tip of his long red prick inside the mouth of her fuck hole.

She had no idea how much her cunt could stretch, and for the moment Tamara was content that the act was best as a fantasy. The thought of really getting fucked by a horse frightened her too much. She was young and inexperienced. Tamara would learn quickly.

The little blonde began to tug at her nipples until the breast flesh all around them was pulled taut.

Tamara could feel her heart begin to race, pounding audibly as her chest heaved.

She made her tits appear pointy by pulling at her nipples.

Tamara found that it was increasingly difficult for her to breathe normally.

No matter how hard she tried she could no longer fill her lungs completely with air. Her horniness was forcing her to take short rapid breaths.

In a realization of pride, Tamara realized that she was panting – just like the wild animal she wanted so badly to be.

The teenager released her nipples and allowed them to snap back into position, looking at them with wide eyes.

Her eyes – filled with awe – were open so wide at that moment that the whites were visible all the way around the blue pupils.

She opened her fingers and stretched them apart as far as she could.

Tamara placed her palms so that the nipples were pressed against their centers.

She clutched her tits and pressed them together – making her cleavage longer and deeper than it had ever been.

She moaned deeply.

Her cunt drooled.

Her clit quivered.

Her eyes closed, her long curled blonde lashes pressed against her high rosy cheekbones.

But this only made the craving in her lower torso get worse – to the point where her willpower ran out.

She knew that she would have to leave her breasts alone for awhile. There were parts of her body that needed to be stroked more desperately.

She rolled her fingertips slowly down the flat plain of her belly, which moved up and down with her gasping.

Tamara had a tiny nose that turned up a little at the end.

She had a cute little button nose, which enhanced her innocent appearance.

Her nostrils were oval-shaped and flared when she was feeling horny. At that moment her nostrils were flaring very wide, as she was picking up a scent.

It was an odor that Tamara had never smelled before.

But it took her only a fraction of a second to figure out what it was.

This was the smell of her own womanhood. The scent of her pussy. The musky odor of her swollen cunt! The little girl could hear herself making tiny gurgling noises deep in her throat as she traced a circle around her dimpled bellybutton with the tip of the long fingernail at the tip of her right forefinger. She dipped the nail into her navel and let out a surprisingly sharp grunt of physical joy.

The scent of her pussy worked as a catalyst for her horniness. Tamara placed the balls of her feet flat on the crumbled bedspread.

The bed was already very damp from the hot perspiration of exertion that oozed from all of the little girl's pores.

She could feel the muscles in her thighs tensing, and she began to open and close her knees rapidly as if she were trying to fan the fire in her cunt.

She clutched at the bedspread with her tiny toes. Tamara stretched her thighs apart as far as she could get them.

The little girl pointed her knees at opposite walls of her bedroom.

The walls of her room were covered with, naturally, posters of beautiful horses running through fields of grain.

She began to stroke the insides of her own thighs.

Her moans of pleasure became steadily louder and higher in pitch.

The little girl placed the tips of her long unpolished fingernails way up near her breasts and stroked downward toward her crotch.

She stopped just shy of touching the outer lips of her cunt, which, of course, was where she needed the stroking most severely.

Tamara could feel her toes turning white from clutching at the balls of her feet so tightly.

She lifted her feet off of the bed and drew back her knees so that they were very close to her chest.

She placed her weight on her shoulders and the back of her head – rolling on the small of her back.

In this manner, Tamara rolled her sweet little buttocks off of the bed so she could get at them with her fingers.

Tamara switched her caress to the backs of her thighs, and then down onto the cheeks of her round tiny ass.

This felt a hell of a lot better than the little blonde girl thought it was going to, and she once again made a gurgling noise deep in her throat.

Her clit was so swollen, and was throbbing so hard, she thought it would pop right out of her pussy.

Tamara would not have been at all surprised if her love button had launched from her slit like a rocket.

She could feel the tension in her lower belly reaching the saturation point.

She wondered how severe that tension could get before her initial feminine orgasm reached the point of inevitability.

She could feel her sexual desire running below her pussy – into the moist crack of her tiny butt.

The little girl scratched lightly at her buttocks for a moment, still writhing violently, and then increased the pressure.

Soon she was scratching at the backs of her thighs and the cheeks of her ass so hard she was making red streaks in the flesh.

When looking at Tamara naked it was obvious to see how tiny the bikini was she wore when she sunbathed.

Her skin was tanned to a golden brown everywhere on here body except from two tiny triangles around her erect nipples, and her pussy and the crack of her ass.

Tamara had often wished that bikinis weren't necessary.

She wished that she could get completely naked to sunbathe.

The little blonde had had the urge to run naked ever since she was little.

She wished she could have grown up in a world that was uncivilized, so she could always be completely in touch with nature – both the plants and the animals.

Tamara wanted her mind to be in sync with her environs.

And she definitely did not want her environment to be man-made.

Tamara turned her fingers inward and worked the depths along the flesh toward the crack – a little at a time.

She pressed her fingertips into the flesh hard enough to make the buttocks dimple, and let out a sharp grunt.

The pretty little blonde then began to pull the cheeks of her butt – very slowly and patiently.

She did not stop separating those cheeks until the skin in the crack was as tight as it could possibly go.

Tamara could feel some of the puckers in her asshole being smoothed by the pressure and her lips pulled back tightly over her teeth in a grimace.

She held her ass cheeks all the way apart with exclusively her left hand so she could use the middle finger on her right to explore the moist tissues in between.

She touched herself at the top of the crack of her ass – near the small of her back – which was very close to the bed as she rolled backward into a ball, her knees still as far apart as she could get them.

She drew the finger a fraction of an inch at a time toward her butt hole – which had already begun to burn with anticipation.

Tamara could feel her sexual desire filling her hot anus.

The asshole was tingling madly with an urge to be stroked.

She could feel an ache deep inside her bowels also at that moment.

Both sensations grew as her finger approached the nether eye.

The tight orifice was opening – and closing, looking as if the eye were winking.

Her asshole was very pink and had a thin ring of golden hair around Tamara found herself thinking for the first time in her life of anal intercourse.

Tamara could feel her whole body stiffen as her fingertip made contact with the mucous membrane.

As she massaged her own asshole she was only an inch away from the base of her swollen pussy slit.

Tamara wondered how elastic the flesh of her asshole and cunt was. She wondered how much she could take.

The pretty little blonde teenager began to think of the huge objects that might fit inside her fuck holes.

And, of course, the number one item on her list of phallic objects was long thick horsey cock!

Tamara rubbed her fingertip in a tiny circle, tracing the tight ring of muscle at her horny rectum.

She had never read much about women who took cocks up their ass – and she thought she had read a lot.

She wondered if these anal cravings she was feeling made her a sexual freak – just like her horse fetish.

There was certainly no denying – at least to herself – that the desire in her anus and bowels existed.

She had a great desire to stick her finger all the way up her, as so she could know the thrill of penetration.

But Tamara was afraid to do this, fearing that she could hurt herself internally with her long fingernail.

She looked around the room for something to violate herself and her eyes lit up as she looked at the top of her dresser.

The little girl could see a feminine roll-on antiperspirant sitting there that was packaged phallically.

She quickly hopped off the bed and grabbed the roll-on in a tight right fist, feeling her cunt juices spill down the insides of her thighs as she stood.

She then opened the top drawer of her dresser and rummaged around for a second in her undergarments.

She quickly found a tiny plastic jar of petroleum jelly sitting there.

She used the stuff to keep her chapped lips moist in the cold weather.

But now it would work perfectly to grease the roll-on and her asshole, so she could violate herself.

She returned to the bed and snapped the top off the plastic jar with the thumb on her right hand.

The little girl scooped some of the jelly out of the jar on her fingertip.

She rolled back into position and pulled her cheeks apart with her left hand.

She dabbed a plentiful amount of the lubricant jelly on her anus.

She then smeared the stuff over the wide ball of the roll-on cap.

Tamara wasted no time placing the tip of the roll-on against her asshole.

Her desire to be deeply violated and reamed was greater than ever.

She pushed hard and concentrated on relaxing her sphincter muscle. The pressure increased for a long time before the hole began to open to let the make-shift dildo up her butt.

And when the violation did begin, it all happened very quickly, making Tamara gasp for breath at the shock to her system.

She felt her asshole opening until the flesh was taut. There was pain.

But Tamara found that she didn't mind the pain. It was an intrinsically sexual pain, and it only enhanced her craving for deep anal plowing.

She wished that it was a real cock being pushed up her asshole instead of a rather cold inanimate object.

But she figured that beggars cannot be choosers and continued to push the roll-on past the tube of muscle into the more elastic bowels.

Her face contorted badly with the combination of pleasure and pain she was experiencing with this violation.

Her eyes closed so tightly that the lids were wrinkled – and little lines had formed at their corners. Naturally, Tamara could not see herself, so she did not know that those lines ran to her temples.

Her face was very flushed with her exertion and her sexual arousal.

Tamara Knudson had become as red as a fire engine.

She could feel a vein at her right temple very close to the surface become engorged and throb hard.

This vein was clearly visible, although it would be some time before human eyes would see her in this state of unadulterated horniness.

Once the greased tip of the roll-on cleared the sphincter muscle, the penetration became swift.

She pushed the fake cock into her butt until there was less than an inch protruding from her asshole.

The anus was gaping open, stretched taut, and was struggling hard to grip snugly at the base of the dildo.

She left just enough sticking out of her asshole for her to grip the base firmly with arched fingertips.

Tamara still had to concentrate to arch her fingers when she held on to things, so her fingernails wouldn't get in the way.

She had been a nail-biter for much of her childhood, and was very proud of her new womanly manicure.

But there were still times when she wanted to bite off all of her nails, just to make her more coordinated with her hands.

Tamara began to work the fake cock in and out of her asshole slowly, pulling it almost all the way out before thrusting it back inside.

Her cheeks puffed out as she gasped and her lips blustered noisily with the self-pleasure she received.

But the focus of her anal desire was in a spot so deep inside her bowels that the fake cock could not reach it.

She knew that she would need something longer and thicker than what she had to appease those urges.

She wanted the next cock that went up her ass to be humongous, hot and throbbing with real life.

The ass reaming she gave herself made the tension in her cunt only worse and she knew that it was time to get to the meat and potatoes of the masturbation session.

It was time to make herself orgasm blissfully.

She could tell that her mind was about to be boggled.

Tamara could tell that the joy she was about to give herself was going to be ten thousand times better than anything she had previously known.

Tamara pulled the roll-on out of her butt slowly, not wanting to make her sphincter muscle slam shut.

She set the greasy roll-on on the bedspread, not worrying about making a mess as she had already decided that she would have to wash the bedding when she was done anyway.

It had never occurred to Tamara that sex would be so messy.

Now she knew why so many lovers showered together. It was to get clean.

Tamara placed her fingertips at the outer lips of her cunt and pulled them apart until she could stretch the flesh no further.

She could feel the many folds of flesh inside her pink cunt being separated, along with her inner pussy lips.

Her clit was throbbing just as severely, and she wondered if it were possible to make herself come without actually touching the clit.

She got the impression that the massive explosions inside her pussy were going to start the second she touched that love button.

The pretty little blonde teenager placed the tip of her right forefinger at the base of her wet slit.

She touched the spot where her secreted natural lubrication had gathered the thickest, making her fingertip slippery.

The musky scent from her pussy was stronger than ever.

Her oval-shaped nostrils continued to flare as she sucked the odor.

She ran her fingertip ever-so-slowly up and down the pulled back outer lips, stretching the fingers on her left hand to keep the pussy flesh gaping.

She was careful not to touch the clit itself, but she did allow herself to caress the flesh sheath at the sides and above that spasming love button.

This made her let out a sharp cry of pleasure, and her hips bucked wildly upward from her savage sexual joy.

She flicked her fingertip lightly up and down the curled back inner labia and shuddered violently.

She tried very hard to keep her hips still, but this only made her writhe more, and soon she was bouncing up and down on the bed so hard that she could hear the bedsprings creaking beneath her.

Tamara worked the tip of her finger in between those inner lips, near the base of the swollen slit.

She knew that her finger was at the mouth of her cunt hole, the mouth of her fuck hole, the mouth of her very womanhood.

Her body was more drenched with sweat than ever and she could tell that she was going to be exhausted by the time she finally allowed herself the sexual release that she needed so badly.

Tamara pressed her fingertip inside her cunt until she could feel the thin wall of membrane that blocked the path to her womb.

Her cherry was still very much intact. Her maidenhead was connected to the walls of her inner vagina.

She could feel a craving to be stroked beyond that wall that made the desire inside her asshole seem like kid stuff.

But she was not going to break her cherry just so she could know the thrill of having her cunt penetrated.

Tamara decided that she wanted to save her cherry. She wanted to lose her hymen during her first fuck.

Tamara was determined to offer her virginity as a gift to the man – or animal – she chose to be her first lover.

When she had violated her cunt as much as she wanted, she pulled her finger out from between her inner labia.

She placed the tip of her left forefinger at the top of her slit.

She touched herself between her cut and the base of her pubic bone.

Tamara knew that she had less pubic hair than most girls her age.

She only had a couple of golden locks growing above and to the sides of her love button's foreskin.

The hair only covered the bottom third of her mound.

She had noticed that the hair grew somewhat in the shape of a heart.

She had thin lines of hair that grew down the sides of her vulva, at the outer edges of her pink swollen outer pussy lips.

Those thin lines of yellow short and curlies met in a ring below her cunt around her reamed butt hole.

She could still feel a slight burning in her asshole, but she kind of liked the way it felt and hoped that the sensation took a long time to fade away.

Her eyes were still closed as tightly as they could go.

Tamara's back teeth were clenched so tightly that the muscles at the sides of her face were protruding, and her jaw started to ache.

But this discomfort was next to nothing compared to the sexual tension she felt filling her lower torso.

She pulled up with her fingertip, thus pulling the semi-circle of flesh completely away from her love button.

The little girl's throbbing little man in the boat was completely exposed and available to her caress.

Tamara took a deep breath, since she knew instinctively that she would not be able to breathe during her first come.

She then dabbed at her clit with her forefinger, pulling the finger away almost before the contact was made.

Every time she caressed the clit – even though caresses were only thousandths of a second long – the little girl felt as if great jolts of electricity were being sent through her body.

Tamara actually felt as if there were hot electrodes connected to her nipples and her clit shocking her.

She wanted to see just how long she could keep herself on the brink of orgasm without tipping herself over the edge.

All of this seemed to the little girl like it was taking a lot longer than it really did, as her sexual arousal had altered her sense of time and space.

It was only seconds before the little girl could not take her own frustration anymore and placed her fingertip on her little man in the boat – this time leaving it there.

She began to roll her clitoris in a small circle, moving it like a marble rolling in boiling oil.

Then it happened! She came with the power of a nuclear blast.

All of a sudden the massive explosions inside her poontang began.

A little spurt of cunt juice sprayed from her urethra.

The pleasure – spread in slow concentric circles until it filled her pussy, and then her hips.

She bounced up and down on the bed on her ass so hard that her left leg fell off the side of the bed and began to kick in the air with the tiny toes clutched tightly under.

Her back teeth not only came unclenched as she climaxed, but her mouth fell gaping open.

The corners of her tiny mouth were stretched taut.

Her jaw threatened to lock there in the open position.

"AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" the little girl called out, thankful that there was no one around to hear her exclamation of lust.

Tamara was not at all sure that she should have kept quiet during her orgasm even if she had wanted to.

She could feel the physical pleasure rolling like a clap of thunder up her arched spine to the base of her skull.

She could feel the fiery pleasure clustering like a comet at the nape of her neck before entering her brain.

The little girl could feel the bed begin to spin around, and she wondered if it were possible to lose consciousness from pure pleasure.

She could see little sparks flying across the darkness of the insides of her tightly clenched and wrinkled eyelids.

She felt as if her bed had left the floor. It felt as if it were spiraling upward toward the ceiling of her bedroom.

Tamara started out touching her clit very gently, and moving it very slowly, as even the gentlest caress put a serious trauma into her aroused nervous system.

But she quickly became accustomed to the new plateau of sensation and increased the pressure and speed of her clitoral massage.

She began to flick her clitoris back and forth with her fingertip as the physical joy again exploded into her brain.

She couldn't believe how much juice was squirting out of her cunt.

Her pussy felt as if it could open to take a tree trunk inside.

She was sure that she could take any sized cock up that tiny cunt as long as she was horny enough.

More than ever she was thinking about consummating the lust she had felt for the horses back in the stable behind the house.

Tamara continued to flick her finger across her love button until she was sure that her orgasm was over.

Her muscles were so tensed, and she was trembling so furiously, that she feared she would hurt herself.

But then all of her muscles relaxed at the same time and she collapsed on the bed.

She could feel the ecstasy of her come being replaced by the warm contentment of her afterglow.

She found that she was able to breathe again, and completely filled her lungs with air the second that she was physically capable.

Tamara could hear her racing heartbeat slowly returning to normal, and her hot sweat began to cool.

She finally opened her eyes and realized that she had to blink a couple of times before she could see clearly.

This was because her eyes had welled slightly with tears during her orgasm. They were tears of joy.

Tamara could tell that the course of her life had been changed forever by the pure act of self-abuse.

She could tell that her obsession with sex and her own desires was going to be even more of a problem now that she knew how good it could make her feel.

Even though Tamara was in awe of the mind-boggling eruption she had caused in her cunt, she still knew – deep down inside – that the real thing would be much better.

The pretty little blonde with the flushed sweaty face knew that being touched had to feel a thousand times better than touching herself.

It took her a few minutes to compose herself.

Her hand was still resting on the soaking wet delta between her legs.

She felt as if she could drift off into a marvelous sleep.

Tamara pulled her wet hand away from her cunt and raised it to her face.

She could see in the sunlight shining through the window how wet and shiny her masturbating fingers had become.

She pressed her fingers together for a second and then opened them wide, making her natural lubrication form thin suspension bridges between her knuckles.

Now that her passion had been appeased she once again felt fear at the thought of a real horse cock being pushed inside her pussy.

She was amazed at how out-of-control her thoughts had become during her long moments of acute lust.

She hoped that she wasn't in a position to make any important decisions while she was that horny.

Then her mind shifted to the evening.

She knew that there would be magic in the night.

She would strip naked and mount her blonde steed.

From there she fully intended to let nature take its course.

But first, the pretty little blonde needed a long hot shower!