The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 79: The Stallion

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 1-78”.

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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 love to write. Unfortunately, it is not possible for me to make a living from my passion. Yet. Because of this, I usually take a month off in spring and return to my hometown for what I like to call a “workation” (work vacation). This year was no different.

As usual, my father was nice enough to let me stay with him for a month. We get along famously, so our time spent together was great. At least that was the plan…

For some reason, each year I forget just how little privacy my childhood house offers. None of the doors have locks, which means that masturbation is not an option. It was thus only a matter of days before I found myself trapped in a constant state of arousal. For most, this would have been a problem, but for me it was just an opportunity to enjoy more of my vivid fantasies.

I had been working for four days straight and I had finally gotten into the rhythm of things. In fact, I was on my way home after a hard day’s work when I experienced my first fantasy. It was a still early in the afternoon, yet I was completely exhausted. Just keeping my eyes open was a struggle.

For some reason, the small village I grew up in is home to more horses than any other region I have visited in all of the province of Quebec. It was thus no big surprise when I drove by half a dozen horses grazing in a field. What was unusual was my reaction.

I had driven past those particular horses twice daily for the past four days, yet this was the first time I truly noticed them. They were all beautiful, athletic beasts. I am no equine expert, yet I could tell they were pure breeds. One of them in particular caught my eye. He was a massive stallion.

“Wow!” I gasped as my gaze landed on him. The mere sight of him sent a shiver running through me. It started at the base of my neck and ran all the way down my spine before migrating to my pussy.

“Uh-oh!” I muttered as I noticed something between the steed’s hind legs. My eyes kept darting between the road and the beautiful animal, but I immediately recognized the half-erect manhood that stood between his legs. I felt my arousal spike and instantly knew a fantasy was on its way.

Knowing how overwhelming my fantasies can be, I immediately slowed the car to a stop. Luckily, the dirt road I was driving on barely saw any traffic, so I was confident I would not be disturbed.

I barely had time to stop the vehicle before reality started to fade. Now that I was safe, I stopped fighting the familiar feeling and let the fantasy drag me away from my currently sexless life.

As soon as the final shreds of reality had faded, I stepped out of the car and made my way across the vehicle. Jumping across the shallow ditch, I made sure the fence was not electrified before scaling it.

I had not been near a horse for quite some time, yet I knew nothing bad could happen to me during a fantasy. At least nothing that could impact my real life. It was thus without fear that I approached the studly stallion.

The closer I got, the more imposing he became. From afar, he had seemed quite massive, but from up close, he seemed huge. Nonetheless, it was without an ounce of fear that I reached out and pressed my palm to his muzzle.

There was a moment of silence before he snorted and began rubbing his muzzle against my palm. And just like that, I knew this fantasy was about to take a turn for the better.

With a wide smile and a pounding heart, I hurried around the steed and dropped to my knees. My smile widened when I realized his spear had gone from half erect to fully engorged.

“Wow!” I gasped as I realized just how massive his shaft was. Had this not been a fantasy, I would have feared for my safety. Luckily, none of this was real and that meant nothing in the world could keep me from stuffing that tasty prick into my mouth.

A passionate moan escaped me as I did just that. Not only was my lover’s mast hard as rock and pulsating with anticipation, but it emanated heat like a furnace. My moan lingered on as I began bobbing my head back and forth.

Desperate to get my hands on every last drop of the studly steed’s tasty cum, I grabbed the shaft with both hands and ferociously jerked it off as my lips and tongue expertly massaged the head.

This went on for what felt like mere seconds before the animal’s manhood came to life. It jerked around madly in my hands and mouth for a moment before something hot and gooey hit my tongue.

A powerful moan escaped me as unclenched my throat muscles and let the tasty treat flow into it. As with most of my fantasies, the stallion’s semen tasted sublime. It was sweet without being overpowering. It was flavored without be nauseating. It was… well, the only word that I can come up with is AWESOME!

I continued jerking off my studly lover as I drank every last drop of cum he produced. By the time the final wave oozed out of him, I felt full.

As soon as the shaft popped out of my mouth, it went limp. I knew what would happen next, but I could not afford to let it happen. Ingesting all that cum had turned me on more than ever before and I could not wait for him to repay the sexual favor I had just given him.

“Oh no you don’t,” I said as I grabbed the shrinking shaft and guided it back to my mouth.

It took some work, but I eventually managed to return the studly animal’s spear to its previous state. As soon as its stiffness was ensured, I released it and put the next part of my plan into action. I had written about this a million times and done it myself just as often in my fantasies. It was thus without a moment of hesitation that I got into position.

A soft moan flowed past my lips as I felt this tip of the rock-hard shaft press against my labia. Halfway through grabbing the animal’s two front legs and straightening out my own legs to give him unrestricted access to my slit, I had removed my clothes. It was thus in a completely naked state that I gleefully waited for my lover to make his move. Luckily, I did not have to wait long.

“FUCK!” I yelled as he jerked forward, forcing his huge shaft past my labia. I moaned as it travelled deeper and deeper into me. Logic dictated my pussy be too small to accommodate such a massive spear, yet the fantasy swept all logic aside, letting my lover force half of his massive manhood into me.

“Fuck me!” I begged.

No sooner had the words left my lips that my command was obeyed.

Moan after moan flowed past my lips as the studly animal pounded the living shit out of me. But no matter how hard he pushed, I carved more.

“Faster!” I begged. “FASTER!”

Once again, my request was immediately obeyed.

My moans continued to echo throughout the valley as my powerful lover repeatedly rammed his rod into me. Before long, I felt a powerful orgasm grow within me.

“I’m gonna cum!” I announced. The words barely had time to escape me before my warning became a reality.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs as my pussy literally came to life. I convulsed madly as my lover continued to pound me with all of his strength.

As luck would have it, the stallion reached climax a split second after me. His manhood began jerking around with great zeal as wave after wave of hot, sticky cum shot out of him.

Moans, whinnies and a surprising amounts of cum filled the air as we climaxed. That is, until an unexpected sound snapped me back to reality.

“What the…” I began as I glanced around.

“…fuck!” I finished when I realized the fantasy was over. I was now back in my father’s car and the sound that had snapped be back to reality was that of a passing car honking.

I knew I should be angry at the inconsiderate driver, but I had to admit it was a relief to be back in the real world. Sure, I was still horny as hell, but at least I could now make it home for a little, well-deserved rest. Unfortunately, over a dozen horses still stood between me and my father’s house. Could I make it home without giving in to my vivid imagination? I guess there was only one way to find out.

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Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez