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 1-84”.

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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…

Before deciding to focus on my true passion—writing—I developed an interest for online marketing. I spent more money than I made, but I also acquired quite a few skills. One of them was the ability to create a website. Every so often, I get hired to build a site for a friend or a family member. It helps supplement my writing income and makes me feel like all the time and money I invested into online marketing was not a complete waste.

My mother had been thinking of owning her own website for some time, but it was only recently that she got serious about it. Before long, the time to construct the site had arrived and I was invited to spend a few days at her home in the country. Though I would be working part of the time, I decided to see it as a mini vacation. I was looking forward to swimming in the small lake that stood near her house, but I soon discovered something of much greater interest.

We finished the website on the first day, which meant I had two days off. On the second day, my mother had a meeting she could not postpone, so I was given a few hours to myself. When this happens, I usually use this time to pleasure myself, but I felt a little uncomfortable doing that in my mother’s house, so I instead decided to go for a walk.

I love the country. I enjoy the convenience of living in the city, but I am not completely happy unless I am surrounded by nature. Those few hours of free time were a perfect opportunity for me to get away from the modern world and get back in touch with nature.

The air was cool—unlike in the city—and the birds were signing. I strolled down the dirt road, watching the wind rustle through the trees and enjoying the waves it created in the wheat fields. Life was great. Perfect. Or so I thought until I reached a small pasture.

“No,” I thought as I spotted a massive bull that stood apart from the herd of cows, “now life is perfect.” A smile curled my lips as I focused on the half-erect spear that stood between his hind legs. Only the tip was visible, yet it was enough to bring a fantasy bubbling to the surface of my subconscious.

I left the road as soon as reality had faded. Leaping over the ditch, I quickly scaled the fence. The bull now stood before me. He was even more massive from up close, but I knew I had no reason to fear for my safety. After all, this was my fantasy.

I took a seat next to the massive animal and shuffled sideways until I sat beneath him. I had to keep my back arched to keep my head from bumping against his underbelly, but it was all worth it when I laid eyes on the cock that now stood before me.

The spear was nowhere near as impressive as a stallion’s yet there was something about its pink tint and its pointy tip that drove me wild with desire. Unable to resist it, I leaned forward, my lips parting ever more as I approached.

A soft moan escaped me as I wrapped my lips around the spear. It was just as hot as I had imagined and the faint sweetness that accompanied it convinced me to bypass all teasing and get down to business.

My head bean to bob back and forth as my lips squeezed the shaft between them and my tongue massaged it. Apparently, I was doing a good job, because my lover released an appreciative snort. Encouraged by this, I doubled my efforts and soon felt his cock grow.

I kept going until every last inch had emerged from his prepuce. Momentarily interrupting the blowjob, I took a few moments to study the shaft. Like before, I found myself comparing it to a stallion’s member. Its length was quite impressive, yet it was shorter than any equine I had ever seen, be it in real life or in one of my fantasies. However, the thinness of it informed me that I would be able to do something I never could with a stallion.

“I need that cock in my throat,” I realized. Unable to resist the enticing through, I parted my lips and leaned forward. The tip of the spear slipped into my mouth and slithered across my tongue before reaching my uvula. Ignoring the little voice inside my head that said this was a bad idea, I pushed on, stopping only when every last inch of my lover’s cock had been swallowed up.

The bull’s shaft felt great in my throat, but I knew I could not keep it there forever. Still, I felt a twinge of sadness when it left my throat. Thankfully, it was soon returned.

Soft moans flowed past my lips as I eagerly deep-throated the studly animal’s rod. Apparently, I was doing a good job, because it soon came to life. It jerked around inside my mouth and throat for a few seconds before the first wave was released.

Bypassing my mouth altogether, the semen was sent flying down my throat. Desperate to taste it, I pulled back a little and moaned blissfully as the bull’s hot sperm filled my mouth. I swished it around as more was released. By the time the final wave was released, my mouth was full.

I waited for my lover’s cock to leave my mouth before swallowing. There was so much of the tasty treat that I had to split it into three portions to swallow it. When the final swallow was gone, I released a disappointed groan. Thankfully, I knew more could be obtained quite easily. However, I had other plans in mind.

I returned the bull’s now shrinking cock to my mouth and massaged it with my tongue until it had returned to its previous, rock-like state. Once I was certain arousal had returned to his body, I rolled out from under him and got to my feet.

I considered getting undressed, but I was wearing a skirt and no underwear, so I saw no point in getting naked. I reached the fence in only a few steps and grabbed hold of it with both hands. Planting my feet at shoulder width, I tilted my body forward and pushed by butt back.

Glancing back over my shoulder, I found the bull approaching. He kept coming until he stood less than a foot from me. He sniffed my pussy for a few seconds, his wet muzzle pressing up against my bare ass in the process. Once he had gotten his fill of the sweet smell that filled my slit, he made his move.

His front legs left the ground and came to rest atop the fence. I now had one of his powerful front legs on either side of my shoulders while his hind ones pushed his body forward. His underbelly brushed against my back, but I couldn’t care less. All that mattered was the tip of the rock-hard shaft that soon pressed up against my engorged labia.

“Fuck me!” I begged. And that was exactly what he did.

Moans emerged from my mouth as the bull rocked back and forth. His spear slid in and out of me, each time penetrating me with more speed and force. Before long, I was being pounded like the whore that I felt like at that very moment. But as great as my lover’s spear felt in my tight, soaking-wet pussy, I craved more. Thankfully, this was my fantasy and what I said went.

Moans continued to flow past my lips as I reached back and grabbed hold of the bull’s cock. Acting quickly, I transferred the shaft to my asshole.

“Fuck!” I yelled as the rod shot deep into me. My lover pushed on until every last inch had been swallowed up. I had no idea how such a thing was possible, but at that precise moment, I didn’t really care. All that mattered was the overwhelming joy of having a bull’s rock-hard member darting in and out of my rectum. Then again, my joy may have had something to do with the powerful orgasm that had begun to grow within me.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” I soon shirked at the top of my lungs as my pussy came to life. Less than a second later, my lover’s shaft did the same and jerked around madly inside my rectum. Something hot and gooey soon began to ooze out of me, but the intensity of my orgasm kept me from knowing which hole it emerged from or even who it belonged to. Thankfully, all that mattered was the overwhelming blissfulness of my climax.

My moans echoed throughout the pasture for what felt like an eternity before the final wave oozed out of me. The bull barely had time to dismount me that a powerful moo snapped me back to reality. It took me a few moments to get my bearings. When I finally did, I realized I was back on the dirt road and my thighs were no longer coated in human and bull cum. Ironically, the moo that had ended my fantasy had been released by the very bull I had been fantasizing about. He still stood by the fence, only now he was focused on me. I didn’t know why he was so interested in me, but the intensity of his gaze was starting to creep me out, so I decided now was as good a time as any to head back to my mother’s house.

I spent the rest of my vacation taking dips in the lake, but all I could think about was that studly bull and that rock-hard cock of his. Perhaps I will see him again the next time I visit my mother.

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Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez