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.