The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 54: Pounded at the Pound (Part 1)

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 1-53”.

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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…

I have always wanted a dog, but I assume that was made obvious by the dozens of canine-themed erotica stories I have written. However, what is unclear to most people is the reason for my love of dogs.

It all started many years ago. My father has always disliked animals and categorically refused to let us have pets. But after years of us constantly bugging him, he finally gave in. However, he only agreed to let my siblings and I have a cat on the one condition that he remained outside at all times. Over the years, we owned maybe a dozen different pets, but all of them had two things in common. They were never to enter the house and all of them were cats. For some reason, my father always refused to let up have a dog, insisting they were filthy creatures that barked all the time and followed you wherever you went. So it was because of this lack of canine companionship in my youth that I developed a love of dogs. I still like cats, but I am definitely a dog kind of girl. However, that did not stop me from playing with our male cats a few times during my youth. Unfortunately, felines are not exactly the best bestial lovers and nothing more and a little tongue-to-cock action ensued from those encounters. But this story is not about cats, it is about dogs.

My landlord may not allow pets, but that does not mean I cannot go window shopping for a dog. I will not always remain in that apartment and when the day comes when I can finally own a dog, I want to be ready. And that was how this story began.

As much as I enjoy writing about dogs, I wanted more. I wanted to actually touch them. Run my fingers through their fur. Feel this wet muzzles against my palm. I know I could simply have gone to visit one of my canine-owning friends, but I instead opted for the pound.

I was surprised to find the place deserted. Then again, it was a weekday and most people were at work. But not me. That is just one of the upsides of being your own boss; you get to make your own schedule. However, it also makes it easier to get distracted. Speaking of distractions… Just kissing. Now let’s get back to the story.

There was only one woman working that day and she seemed to be swamped. The phone kept ringing and it took her three tries before she managed to escort me to the kennel part of the building. It was basically one long corridor with a row of dog-filled cages on either side. I only made it a few feet into the room before spotting two beautiful dogs. They were large, studly German Shepherds that bore a striking resemblance to one another. But that may have been because they were the only two German Shepherds in the cage.

“Good choice,” said the woman as she noticed me staring at the two large canines. She then explained the two were a father and son team. Though it was quite rare for two males of the same family to get along, these two were inseparable. In fact, she had tried once tried to separate them and had almost been bitten for her trouble.

Suddenly, the phone at the reception started to ring. And since she was the only one there, it was her responsibility to answer it.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “but I have to get that.”

I nodded and watched her hurry off. But I then turned my attention back to the two studly canines and studied their muscular bodies. It only took a few seconds before it happened. A fantasy was beginning to grow within me. I had no idea what it would be about, but one thing was certain. It would involve a dog. Possibly two.

The real world faded, only to give way to an identical fantasy one. Immediately, the two canines I had been observing stopped being simply father and son. A frown of incomprehension appeared on my brow as I watched them work. Working in perfect synchronicity, they sat side by side and started licking their crotches. I wondered what they were up to until I saw their cocks appear. They were quite skillfully, because rock-hard pricks soon stood perfectly erect between their hind legs. Though the two relatives physically looked identical, their schlongs were slightly different. The father’s measured an impressive twelve inches in length by two inches in width while his son’s was a more conservative ten inches.

As odd this was, it was nothing compared to what happened next.

“Wow!” was all I could find to say as I watched them start sucking their dicks. But instead of wrapping their lips around their own schlongs, they began sucking their partner’s. I watched in awe as this father and son team began giving each other a passionate blowjob. Their heads bobbed up and down, forcing their relative’s spear in and out of their mouth while their tongues expertly massaged the shaft. Though odd, the scene was incredibly enticing and I soon felt massive amounts of arousal washing over me. But that was nothing compared to what happened next.

The dual blowjobs lasted for almost a minute before the dicks began jerking around madly. That meant both lovers were on the verge of climax. Sure enough, wave after wave soon started shooting out of the convulsing spears. It was not until I saw the gooey liquid drip out of the their mouths that I realized what was happening. Not only were they sucking each other’s spears, but they were actually drinking each other’s orgasmilk.

“That is so fucking hot!” I could not help but mutter as my eyes remained glued to the incestuous display unfolding before me. The dual blowjobs lingered on for a few more seconds before it was all over.

Apparently, neither of the studly canines wanted it to be over, because they continued sucking each other’s cocks even after they were done climaxing. The spears had begun to slither back into their bodies, but their skillful tongue stimulation soon helped stop this. Before long, the two canines once again had raging hard-ons.

“What now?” I wondered as I saw them pull away from one another. Fortunately, I was about to find out.

The father made the first move. Getting to his feet, he just stood there with his massive schlong standing perfectly erect between his hind legs. I began wondering what he was up to. That is, until the son made his move. Also getting to his feet, he came to place himself behind his father. He then hopped up and used his two front legs to squeeze his parent’s waist. He then hopped forward until the tip of his manhood made contact with his father’s asshole.

“Oh…” I gasped in understanding. But that was all I had time to say before the studly son jerked forward, forcing his cock deep into his parent’s rectum. Moments later, he was furiously pounding him, forcing his rock-hard spear in and out of his tight asshole.

That was too much for me to bear. So much arousal now coursed through my veins that I was forced to take action. But since a locked fence stood between us, joining in was not an option. But that did not keep me from pulling down my pants and taking a seat upon the cold, cement floor. I spread my legs wide and, lowering a hand to my cunt, started massaging it softly.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned as I watched the horny son pound the shit out of his father.

I could clearly see his spear darting in and out of his parent’s ass and it was driving me wild. But not as wild as when he climaxed. It was not until halfway through the orgasm that the father’s asshole overflowed and the hot canine semen came pouring out. It flashed to the floor and remained there for the remainder of the incestuous pounding.

By the time the son’s orgasm came to an end, I was hornier than ever before and started wondering why I had not taken advantage of the enticing spectacle to bring myself to climax. Fortunately, the show was not yet over.

The father still had a raging hard-on and now that his son was done with him, it was his turn. His child seemed to be aware of what was coming, because he dismounted him and turned around, offering him his behind. The father did not waste a second before mounting his son and propelling his massive spear deep into him.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned as I watched the incestuous pounding unfold before me. I had now escalated to finger fucking and two of them were now darting in and out of my soaking-wet pussy. Soft moans flowed past my lips as my eyed remained glued to the canine fuck fest.

I watched the father’s twelve-inch cock dart in and out of his son’s rectum for almost a minute before I saw it start to jerk around. Fortunately, the powerful orgasm that had been growing within me soon exploded and we both climaxed at the same time. So, while the German Shepherd’s schlong propelled wave after wave of hot jizz into his child’s ass, wave after wave of orgasmilk squirted out of me.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” I moaned blissfully as I squirted all over the place. Unfortunately, it was not meant to last.

I only made it halfway through my orgasm before being snapped back to reality. I was still standing before the dog cage and both German Shepherds were seated on the other side. There was not a drop of cum in sight and my pants were once again wrapped around my legs. That could only mean one thing. The fantasy was over.

“Sorry about that,” she the pound worker as she hurried back. “The receptionist is sick and I’m the only one here.”

I did not respond. Instead, I stared at the two studly German Shepherds, wondering how long it would be before I was sucked back into another fantasy. Little did I know, that moment was not far away…

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Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez