Author's Note 1:These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
Author's Note 2:Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read "The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-82". *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies?
You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain.
That is, until now… After five longs weeks working with little to no rest, my "workation" (work vacation) was finally over. I had gathered enough money to help supplement my writing income and get me through the rest of year. I was finally heading home. Living in the city makes owning a car an illogical investment—especially a city as massive as Montreal.
Because of this, my father had to drive me all the way back to my apartment. I always felt guilty for forcing him to take this four-hour roundtrip, but I made sure to compensate him for the gas and wear to his car. I thought the trip home would be boring—for some inexplicable reason, my father always refuses to accompany his driving with music—but it was actually quite eventful. At least, it was in my mind. We had been driving for about half an hour when we came across some roadwork.
Big surprise, right? Well, the highway was backed up for kilometers and it did not look like we would be getting through anytime soon. Unfortunately, this was the most direct route to Montreal. I settled in for what I feared would be a long wait. I tried to make a little small talk, but having spent the last month living together meant my father and I had little left to tell each other. It was thus in silence that we waited. Boredom eventually led me to focus on the outside world.
At first, I feared there would be nothing of interest, but then I spotted two horses standing in a nearby field. With nothing else to do, I focused my attention on them and waited for them to do something.
Unfortunately, they seemed content just standing there. Fortunately, my high level of boredom quickly led me to fall back on my imagination.
I started by picturing them approaching until they could get no closer to the car without jumping the fence. I then imagined them turning to the side, revealing two rock-hard erections. It was not until I laid eyes on their stiff poles than I realized something. I was now fantasizing. "Yes!" I yelled victoriously. I had beaten boredom and I could now do whatever I pleased without fear of repercussions. I thus undid my seatbelt and stepped out of the car.
Leaving it and all other immobilized vehicles behind, I hurried over to the field and hopped the fence. I did not even break stride. Running toward the steeds, I used a nearby boulder to propel myself into the air. Moments later, I was landing on one of the studly stallions' back. Thank god this was only a fantasy, or he would have totally freaked out.
But since this was merely an illusion, I had no trouble steering the steed away from the fence and the road. I rode bareback him for a few minutes before I judged enough distance had been put between us and the highway. Luckily, the second stallion had followed us here and stood at attention as I slid off the first one's back. I could have taken things slow, but I was so bored from the car ride that I decided to make up for it by diving right into the action.
The first thing I did was remove every single article of clothing I wore. I then made sure the two steeds stood side by side. Once I was certain everything was in order, I slid under them and grabbed hold of their two spears. A blissful moan flowed past my lips as I felt the intense heat that emanated from them. Unable to resist it, I focused on one of the shafts and, gripping it with both hands, guided it to my mouth.
Once my lips had been wrapped around it and I was eagerly bobbing my head back and forth, I transferred my hands to the other spear and began jerking it off. This went on for a while. Every so often I made sure to switch rods and in no time, I felt them come to life in my hands and mouth. Pulling away, I grabbed one with each hand and jerked them off until wave after wave of hot stallion semen flew out of them. Eyes now shut, I opened my mouth as wide as it would do and moaned blissfully as the tasty treat flowed down my throat.
The more I drank, the hornier I got. And the hornier I got, the more I craved the sweet nectar.
By the time the final wave oozed out of the spears and they went limp in my hands, my stomach was full. Nonetheless, it was with a disappointed moan that I swallowed the final mouthful. I continued jerking off my lovers' poles for a while.
This not only kept them from retreating back into their bodies, but it quickly returned them to their previous state; hard as rock and ready for action. The next part was a little trickier. I could have let the studly equines take turns fucking me, but I wanted them both at the same time.
I knew it would be difficult, but I would not rest until I had my way. Thank god this was a fantasy because what happened next would never have been possible in real life. It took a little trial and error, but I managed to get one of the studly steeds to roll onto his back.
Making sure to not injure him, I scaled his muscular body and lowered myself onto his now perfectly-vertical shaft. "Fuck!" I moaned as the tip made contact with my engorged labia. Encouraged by its intense heat, I lowered myself until its oversized head popped into my pussy.
Fortunately, I was soaking-wet and the spear easily slid in. I pushed on until every inch of me was full. Part of me was content with this, but another, far bigger part craved more. Much more. Beckoning the second stallion forward, I made him understand what I wanted. It was in no way simple, but I managed to get him to stand over my vaginal lover and me.
Once he was in place, I reached back, grabbed his spear and guided it to my asshole. "Fuck!" I moaned again as the tip of it pressed against the opening. This time, I did not have to do to anything. The horny stallion did everything for me. Another moan escaped me as he jerked forward, forcing his massive member deep into my rectum.
I had not been double penetrated in quite some time and I felt incredibly full. I was in paradise. But paradise soon got even better when my anal lover began rocking back and forth. His cock began sliding in and out, pulling a cry from my lips each time it entered me. The interspecies pounding soon got so intense that I began rocking to and fro. Believe it or not, things got even better. The swaying motion of my body forced my vaginal lover's spear to repeatedly slide into me. In no time as all, I had a massive, rock-hard pole darting in and out of each one of my holes.
I moaned blissfully, my cries intercut only by the occasional snort or whinny from my lovers. My arousal rose gradually, but quickly. In a matter of seconds, I could feel a powerful orgasm growing within me.
Moments later, it exploded. "FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!" I shirked at the top of my lungs as my pussy came to life. Wave after wave of cum began shooting out of it just as my lovers' spears came to life.
They jerked around inside me for a few seconds before they too started releasing more sweet nectar than my body could handle. Before long, so much orgasmilk flew out of me that we literally vanished in a cloud of tasty liquid. I knew it was impossible for us to produce so much cum, but this was a fantasy and I enjoyed every second of it.
That is, until I was snapped back to reality. I glanced around and realized my fantasy had been shattered by the movement of the car. We had started moving again. Slightly disappointed by how close I had gotten to finishing my fantasy, I gave the two equines one final glance before we drove off. I honestly had no idea if they were stallions or even how well they were hung, but it didn't matter.
I would soon be home and I could finally pleasure myself without being afraid of my father walking in on me. The phrase home sweet home occurred to me. *** Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed. A new fantasy will be published each week, so make sure to check back every so often. Have a horny day, Barbie Lez