I was twelve years old and living in a small town in the Arizona desert. It was summer, and at mid-morning, the house was already growing warm. My nightgown and bed sheets were damp with sweat, but not just from the heat. I'd been tossing and turning all night, my aching vagina seeping with desire, fueled by feverish dreams of boys and sex.

I wouldn't begin menstruating for nearly two years, but ever since I was eight years old, I'd have about ten straight days every month where I was extremely horny. The rest of the time I was just plain horny. When I was 10, I learned the other meaning for the word "heat" and had begun calling this period my "in heat" period. After menarche, I learned that this period always falls directly between my periods.

Anyway, I knew I was alone in the house since both my parents had already left for work and I was an only-child. So I pulled my sweaty nightgown off and threw it on the floor, laying back on the damp sheets and spreading my skinny legs wide open to expose my horny little cunny. Immediately, the light, girlish scent of my arousal drifted it's way into my flaring nostrils, and I reveled for a moment in the fresh evidence of my sexuality.

I'd just begun to sprout a few short, light-brown hairs on my puffy little mons. I brushed them with my fingers for a minute, enjoying the still-new sensation of their softness over the sensitive skin that had only a few weeks previously been totally bald. They were still too short to curl or even stand up, but I was happy they'd finally made their appearance.

Impatiently, my fingers roamed lower. The skin of my outer lips was still baby-soft and totally bald. Normally very pliable, they were now stiff and swollen outward with my arousal. I didn't lift my head to look, but I knew they were rosy-pink with desire and had parted to reveal my pink, swollen clitoris and flaring, dripping inner lips.

With practiced ease, I wetted my fingers in my generous seepage and used it to lubricate the rest of my furrow, especially my clitoris. I began to rub in a circular motion, stimulating my clit with the base of my fingers while the tips caressed my sensitive inner folds.

In seconds, I was gasping and moaning, lifting my pert little bottom into the air as my back and legs tensed fiercely with my girlish rapture. I grew even more turned-on by the lewd, wet smacking noises my juices made as they were lathered into a creamy white froth between my hand and my horny little cunny. Sparks of pleasure seemed to zip between my clitty and vagina, then ignite into fireballs of pure ecstasy. My little nipples grew stiff and began to ache for attention.......(cont)