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.