1. The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 87: Two Girls and a Dog


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Bestiality, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Female/Female, Hardcore, Lesbian, Oral Sex, Teen, Threesome, Written by women, Young, Author: barbielez, Rating: 82.6, Source: sexstories.com

    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 1-86”. *** 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 ...
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