She loved the smell of the horse as he lapped happily at the throbbing nipples pointing slightly upward.

Tamara could feel her rosebuds growing longer, thicker and harder against the length of Golden Flash's tongue.

The horse licked with long broad strokes and didn't stop until both of her tits were wet from his plentiful saliva.

The little blonde looked down at her own tits and could see the milky breast flesh shining in the light of the full moon.

Tamara could see the white farm house off in the distance.

She noticed that she had left the living room light on.

The air was filled with a symphony of baby crickets, peepers they were called in that neck of the woods.

The virgin knew that she did not have to worry about whatever dangers the near-wild environment might offer.

She knew that she would never have to worry about anything as long as she had her Golden Flash with her.

She wanted to be his lover. She wanted to offer herself completely to the beast.

Tamara wanted to be completely subservient to the horse.

She would have been the happiest girl in the whole world if she could become the steed's sex slave.

She wanted him – him and his twelve inch cock – to be her master.

Tamara knew that many little girls were seeking freedom of choice.

This virgin wanted freedom from choice. She wanted all responsibility stripped away from her.

She wanted to live in Flash's world, where he would make all of the decisions necessary in their life together.

Tamara felt as if all civilized behavior were being sucked from her soul.

She was near weeping.

Her moans were very loud, filling the thick woods.

Tamara could tell that she wouldn't be able to wait for much longer to have her divine sexual release.

She leaned back, clutching Golden Flash behind his ears, and pulled his nose between her thighs.