The Barbie Lez Fantasies Week 99 Werewolf
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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 1-98”.
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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…
When I was young—far too young to do such a thing—I watched Halloween H20: Twenty Years Later with my sister and one of her friends. My sister—she was three years older than me—and I were so terrified we spent the night in the same bed. If only you knew how much we hated each other back then, you’d understand just how terrified we were.
For years after, I was afraid to watch any movie with even a hint of horror in it. But with time, the memory of the trauma faded and I developed a liking for horror. I started with action-packed films with a twist of horror, then moved on to action/horror before finally falling in love with horror. I watched the classics (Saw, Halloween, Chainsaw Texas Massacre, etc.) I even watched Halloween H20: Twenty Years Later again, only to discover it was far from terrifying. I guess things just seem scarier when you’re young.
I’ve been watching horror movies for roughly seven years now and it’s been quite a while since I’ve been really afraid. But recently, I went to see a rerun of an old werewolf movie with my friends and I had the scare of my life. Unlike the newer, CG-infested horror flicks, this one was truly creepy. The story twisted and turned, making it impossible to tell when the next monster—in this case a werewolf—would leap out at us. It was an adrenaline and fear filled experience.
After the movie, my friends decided to go drinking. Since I don’t drink and hanging out in a bar is not my idea of fun, I chose to head home instead. Boy was that a mistake. For the first time since I was a kid, the dark frightened me. I knew werewolves weren’t real, but the terror I felt sure as hell was. But I wasn’t about to let myself be dominated by my emotions, so I stuck to my usual route, which took me through a deserted and surprisingly gloomy-looking park.
It was almost midnight and the park would be closing soon. But I didn’t care that I would be breaking the law. All that mattered was overcoming my irrational fear and proving to myself I had nothing to worry about. But when I noticed a shape following me, I lost it.
Each time I glanced over my shoulder, the shape got closer. It was too dark for me to tell if the person following me was a man or a woman, but their sex was irrelevant. All that mattered was the terror their presence brought to my body. Deep down, I knew it was most likely just someone crossing the park to shorten the length of their walk home. But that didn’t stop my heart from racing or my adrenaline from pumping.
I kept walking, glancing over my shoulder every few seconds. Each time I did, the shape got closer. By the time a mere twenty feet stood between us, my imagination was running wild. I was afraid of what I would see if I glanced over my shoulder, so I kept my gaze focused on the road ahead. But not knowing how close the shape was turned out to be even more terrifying. I held out for as long as I could, but it eventually got too much for me to handle. By the time I finally looked, my imagination had taken over, pulling me into a fantasy I knew would be filled with the worst horror.
Once quick glance told me I was right. The shape was changing. All I saw was the outline caused by the lights in the background, but it was enough. The shape’s arms grew in both length and width, as did its legs and the rest of its body. In only a few seconds, long claws had appeared, matched in sharpness only by the teeth jutting out of the snout that now stood in lieu of a nose.
Then a sound reached my ears. It was a low growl, so deep it sent chills running down my spine. I wanted to run, but I was too afraid. I remained frozen in place for what felt like an eternity before the beast—there was no doubt in my mind it was a werewolf—made its move.
It sped across the grass, its massive paws silent on the dew-covered blades. As soon as I realized what was happening, I unfroze. By then, the creature was a mere ten feet away. I turned tail and started pumping my legs.
I don’t know how long I ran. All I know is that my body soon started to tire. My heart was pounding. My lungs were on fire. My legs muscles felt like they could tear at any moment. But still I ran, putting one foot in front of the other until…
Something big hit me. It rammed me with such force I was sent flying through the air before slamming down onto the pavement. The wind was knocked out of me, but I didn’t care. I flipped onto my back and stared in sheer terror at the beast towering above me.
It was huge. Its entire body remained bathed in darkness, but I could clearly picture its hideous face in my mind’s eyes. It was horrific. Its yellow eyes remained fixed on me as its lips curled into a snarl, strands of drool hanging from its sharp teeth.
Part of me knew this was a fantasy, which meant I had nothing to fear. That did little to calm the terror I felt. Another part was turned on by the entire ordeal. The creature standing above me was more animal than man and the thought of its massive member inside me drove me wild with desire. But as aroused as I was, my fear was more powerful. It coursed through my every vein, forcing all logic to leave my body. Only primal fear remained.
I lost it. I trashed about, struggling to distance myself from the hideous beast. But no matter how hard I tried, it remained ever present above me, forcing my adrenaline to spike each time a menacing growl left its lips. I was about to give up all hope when I felt it.
It was long and hard. The pointy tip slid across my stomach. I don’t know why I was suddenly naked, but it didn’t matter. I simply assumed my clothes had been torn of at some point during the attack and instead focused all of my attention of the shaft nearing my breasts. It slid between them, stopping only once it had reached my neck. There it hovered for a few seconds, making my adrenaline spike like yet again.
Terrified, I opened my mouth to scream. But before a single word left my lips, the rock-hard member was thrust past my lips. I was so surprised I didn’t fight it. Deeper and deeper the cock travelled, soon reaching my uvula. But still it kept going, sliding into my throat until every inch of the shaft had been swallowed. I didn’t know how to react, so I just lay there as the beast started grinding against my face.
His pole darted in and out of my mouth—and throat—forcing gurgling sounds out of me. My heart was still racing, though the fear that had once gripped it had now been replaced by arousal. Yet it wasn’t until the animal climaxed that I realized what had happened.
Squirt after squirt of hot semen was forced down my throat. I knew I should have been terrified—or at least repulsed—but all I could think to do was moan. And I continued to do so as the monster shot his entire load into my mouth. The heat of the cum warmed me up, chasing away the last few shreds of terror from my body. Only arousal remained.
Just when I finally gave in to the perversity of this bizarre encounter, the final squirt flowed down my throat and the shaft slid out of me. I lay there for a few seconds, panting. By the time I had regained my composure, my mind was made up. I wanted more.
Then my eyes opened and I realized the creature was gone. I glanced around, but all trace of it had vanished. It was like it was never there. A great disappointment washed over me, but I knew there was nothing I could do, so I scrambled to my feet. But halfway there, I felt something brush against my back. Before I could turn around, something long and hard slid deep into me. I couldn’t believe it. He had returned.
There I stood, hands and knees pressed to the cold pavement, with a massive nightly creature standing over me, his rock-hard shaft buried deep inside me. But it didn’t remain there for long. I barely had time to figure out what was happening before the beast started pounding me. He rode me with such savageness that my knees started to bleed from the repeated grinding against the asphalt. But I didn’t care. I moaned blissfully as the werewolf fucked me.
He rode me long and hard, growling the entire time. His cock was so huge it filled every inch of me. I was so overwhelmed by arousal that I almost didn’t notice the animal’s shaft had invaded my rectum rather than my pussy. But I didn’t care. In fact, the perversity of being sodomized by such a dangerous creature only made the experience more enjoyable.
I moaned at the top of my lungs until I finally climaxed. The werewolf came moments later and wave after wave of cum shot out of my body. Some soared out of my shivering slit while others oozed out of my over-stuffed rectum. All I know is that I had not come this hard in ages. The entire worlds seemed to fade. Only my lover and I remained.
I don’t know how long my orgasm lasted. All I know is that by the time the final wave oozed out of me, the fantasy was over. There I stood, alone in a deserted park. I glanced around in search of the shape that had started it all, but it was gone. Whoever had been following must have passed me at some point during my fantasy. Part of me was disappointed I would not be dominated by a studly—and terrifying—werewolf for real, but another part was relieved. Fiction is often better than fact and this time was no different. Thank god for the beauty of imagination.
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