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.