1. The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 89: BlueBEARry Picking


    Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Bestiality, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Hardcore, Oral Sex, Teen, Written by women, Young, Author: barbielez, Rating: 81.3, 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 1-88”. *** 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… I was visiting my father. I always loved to spend time there as it reminded me of my childhood. But the true reason for my visit was slightly more superficial. Unlike most people, I absolutely love vegetables, especially ones grown in an organic garden. Ever since I could remember, my father grew far more vegetables than he could hope to eat all by himself and, every year, he would give the excess cucumbers and tomatoes—just to name a few—to his friends and neighbors. But as eager as I was at the thought of stuffing my face with fresh, crispy veggies, the true reason for my excitement lay in the dozen blueberry bushes that grew in his back yard. Aside from ...
    watermelons so ripe they literally melt in your mouth and mangos so sweet you get a head rush when you eat them, blueberries were my favorite fruit. As soon as I got settled in, I hurried outside. Knowing I could take a tour of the garden anytime I pleased, I headed straight for the back yard. The blueberry bushes were overflowing with ripe fruit and the weight of the tasty orbs made the branches droop. Thankfully, I was eager to help lessen that weight. I rushed over to the nearest bush and reached for the largest cluster of ripe berries I could find. But my fingers halted mere inches from their destination. I had just heard a noise. It was only the crack of a branch, but the closeness of it let me know whoever—or whatever—was responsible for it stood nearby. I turned around, expecting to find my father. Instead, I discovered a dark shape. A bear. I’ve seen three wild bears in my life. The first time was when I was young. My sister and I came across a bear eating the wild apples that grew in the tree near our house. We were far enough to sneak away unnoticed. The second time was when I was a teenager. I was biking along the path that meandered through the forest when I came across a large bear. I skidded to a stop and the sound of the gravel flying in all directions scared the beast away. The third time was when I was in my mid-twenties. Unlike the two previous times, escape was impossible. The bear stood roughly twenty feet from me. He stood on all fours, but I could tell ...
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