The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 87: Two Girls and a Dog by barbielez

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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…

“Fuck!” I muttered as I woke up with a terrible urge to pee. Glancing at the alarm clock that stood on the bedside table, I realized it was the middle of the night.

My friend and I had spent the entire day together. It had begun with a quick shopping spree—at least that was what my friend had promised me, but personally, I don’t consider three hours to be quick—and was followed with a chick flick, before ending with a drinking binge at my friend’s apartment. I say drinking binge, but that isn’t exactly true. My friend may have emptied a whole bottle of Champaign, I didn’t ingest a single drop of alcohol. However, I must have gone through a six-pack of 7 UP and I now felt like my bladder was about to explode.

I groaned as I slid out of bed. I always sleep in the nude, so I made sure to slip into the nightie my friend had lent me. The trip to the bathroom was the most excruciating experience of my life—aside from the time where I had my head bashed in, but that’s another story. Each step forced my abdominal muscles to constrict and push against my bladder.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally saw it. The bathroom. Though it still stood a dozen feet away, I breathed a sigh of relief.

My next step brought me to my friend’s bedroom door. I noticed light filtering through the crack between the door and the floor and wondered what she was still doing up at this hour. I considered knocking and asking her, but my desire to relieve myself convinced me to continue my journey. That is, until I heard a noise emerge from the room.

It was a moan. At first, I thought perhaps my friend was also suffering from an overfilled bladder, but the second moan I soon heard was clearly a result of something other than pain. If I had to guess, I would say pleasure. Or perhaps arousal. Either way, I immediately forgot about my pressing urge to reach the bathroom.

I knew it was wrong of me to invade my friend’s privacy, but I couldn’t resist the urge to creep up to the door and press my ear to it. The moans continued. They were getting louder. More defined. Heavier laced with arousal. Whatever she was doing in there, it was sexual in nature.

Each new moan brought a little more arousal to my body. Before long, I was so turned on that I began picturing my friend lying on her bed. In my mind’s eye, she was completely naked and two of her fingers were darting in and out of her pussy. I knew it was wrong of me to listen to such a private moment, but a powerful fantasy began growing within me before I could muster the courage to stop.

“Fuck,” was the last thing I said before reality faded. Moments later, the fantasy had begun and nothing I now did would affect the real world. Fully aware of this, I threw the door open and stepped into my friend’s room.

I had expected to find my friend with either her fingers or a sex toy buried deep within her pussy. What I found was far different and incredibly more perverse.

“Oh my god!” I gasped as I discovered my friend on all fours. Standing atop her was her large, studly dog. I couldn’t see his cock, but that was only because it was buried deep within his master’s cunt.

Both my friend and her canine lover froze when they heard my voice. Their heads turned as one, but only my friend’s eyes widened in shock.

We remained frozen in shock for a few moments. I don’t know what she was thinking, but I was totally overwhelmed by what I had just seen. It was not the act of bestiality that surprised me so, but rather the revelation that my friend also enjoyed having sex with animals.

“It’s not what it looks like,” she finally, breaking the awkward silence that had settled between us. As she spoke, she wiggled out from beneath her lover and did her best to cover herself up.

I smiled at her, amused by her pathetic lie.

“Really?” I asked. “Because it looked like you were having sex with your dog.”

She didn’t speak. After all, nothing she said could explain what I had just caught her doing.

“Don’t worry,” I eventually told her, “I won’t tell anyone.”

She threw me a puzzled glance.

“Why not?” she asked.

I considered telling, but decided to show her instead. With an amused smile curling my lips, I unfastened my nightie and let it slide off my shoulders. As soon as I was naked, I strode up to the bed, forced the large canine onto his back and forced every last inch of his rock-hard shaft into my mouth and throat.

I heard my friend gasp, but didn’t see her shocked expression until I pulled away from the studly canine. She stared at me with wide eyes and a dropped jaw for a few seconds before I decided to take advantage of her open mouth to kiss her.

I was given ample time to explore her mouth before she recovered from the shock of seeing me suck her dog’s cock. When she did, her tongue came to life and she began reciprocating my eager tongue strokes.

Our tongues danced around in each other’s mouths for what felt like an eternity before I decided it was time to escalate things. I could have put an end to the kiss and dropped to her pussy, but I instead lowered one of my hands to her crotch and slipped two fingers into her soaking-wet slit.

I felt her body stiffen, but she soon relaxed when I began sliding my fingers in and out of her. The kiss continued throughout the finger-fucking session. In fact, our tongues continued to waltz around when her pussy came to life and wave after wave of cum shot out of her. It was not until the final squirt oozed out of her that our lips parted.

My friend crumbled into a heap and remained there for the next few minutes. Taking advantage of this, I turned my attention to her studly pet. No sooner had I wrapped my lips around his rock-hard member that he began to howl. Taking this to mean he enjoyed the attention, I used every skill at my disposal to give him the best blowjob I could. Apparently, I did a good job, because I soon felt his spear come to life.

“Here it comes,” I thought as I got ready to receive his hot, tasty semen. Moments later, his first wave shot into my mouth and flowed down my throat without interruption. My moans accompanied his howls throughout his orgasm and not a single drop of tasty canine cum escaped me. Not even when his spear began to shrink and popped out of my mouth.

I glanced at my friend and was happy to see she was still recovering from her orgasm. Taking full advantage of this, I once more used my lips to collar the animal’s spear and sucked him fast and hard until the rigidity had been returned to his member. Once I was certain he was ready for what I had planned next, I pulled away and turned to my friend.

“Perfect,” I thought as I realized she was moments away from a full recovery. I could have waited for her to catch her breath, but I was too horny to even consider such a passive approach. Instead, I hurried over to her and kneeled above her. My legs now stood on either side of her head and all I had to do was lower myself onto her face.

A surprised yelped escaped her when my labia made contact with her lips, but the cry soon turned to a moan when she tasted the sweet pre-cum that coated my lower lips. Taking full advantage of her unrestricted access, she began licking my slit, teasing my clit like only a woman can. But that was only the first step in my detailed plan.

Leaning forward, I placed my palms onto the mattress. As soon as I was on all fours, I glanced sideways at the dog and found him standing at attention.

“Come here,” I said as I one of my hands left the bed and travelled back to tap my ass. That was all he needed. The studly animal hurried over and carefully got into position. Moments later, his two hind legs stood on either side of my friend’s body while his front ones squeezed my waist. I glanced back at him and smiled.

“Fuck me!” I begged. That was all it took to convince the horny animal to jerk forward. Because my friend’s tongue was now darting in and out of my pussy, the rock-hard member was forced into my ass. It travelled deeper and deeper into me until every last inch had been swallowed up.

“Oh yes!” I moaned as be began rocking back and forth, pounding me with ever-increasing verve. This anal pounding, accompanied with my friend’s skillful tongue fucking sent me into sexual overdrive. In no time at all, a powerful orgasm grew within me and, in even less time, it exploded into a tiny little pieces.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs as my pussy came to life. Wave after wave began oozing out of me. My friend bravely fought the flow of cum and continued tongue fucking my pussy throughout my entire orgasm.

My anal lover reached climax mere seconds after me. His hot semen traveled up my ass and remained trapped there until the final wave oozed out of the studly animal and his cock popped out of me.

At that very moment, the final wave also oozed out of me and my fantasy came to an abrupt end when I suddenly recalled my pressing need to relieve myself. Ignoring the moans that still emerged from my friend’s room, I hurried to the bathroom.

Some people claim that peeing when you really need to go feels almost as good as an orgasm, but I have to disagree. However, I must admit I felt a million times better once my bladder was finally empty.