Unknown - Stable girl

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.