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.