Chapter 1

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.