The Bestiality Sisters – Part 1: Barbie Fucks a Puppy
The Bestiality Sisters – Part 1: Barbie Fucks a Puppy
Sex Story Author: | barbielez |
Sex Story Excerpt: | Her sisters gave their consent by nodding. I expected Lexxi to be the one to reveal the truth about this |
Sex Story Category: | Bestiality |
Sex Story Tags: | Bestiality, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Fiction, Hardcore, Male/Female, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Romance, Teen, Written By Women, Young |
Prologue
Getting old is never fun, especially when you’re a woman. Men get more distinguished. Women just get old. At least most women do. I am one of the lucky few that fall into the MILF category. When I first heard the term I was outraged. Now I relish being referred to as such. It’s all I have left. A mere four years ago I had it all. A beautiful home; a loving husband; and four lovely children. But then Nikki—our oldest child—went off to college. Lexxi followed the year after. Then it was Candy’s turn. Once Barbie—our youngest—left the nest, it was down to my husband and me. Or so I thought until he left me for a woman half my age. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I was about to turn forty. I had lost everything. First my children, then my husband, and now my youth. Could things get any worse?
My beautiful daughters may have been busy with college, they took time out of their busy lives to throw me the biggest birthday party ever. I was so surprised when I came home to find all of my friends and relatives gathered to celebrate my birthday. Everyone I had ever known was there, be it a close friend, a distant relative or a passing acquaintance. For a few blissful hours, I forgot all about the pitiful state of my life. I caught up with old friends, I drank far more than I should have, and I ate copious amounts of birthday cake. It was the best birthday of my entire life. But the fun was only just beginning.
After the final guests had left, my daughters stayed behind to help me clean. I assured them I could handle it, but they refused to leave. In less than an hour, my house was so clean it sparkled. I thanked my daughters for everything, claiming it was the best present they had ever given me. It was at that moment that they admitted to having one final surprise for me. They had been working on it for weeks and were convinced I would love it. There was no doubt in my mind I would. That is, until they made me promise not to freak out and, above all else, not interfere. I was a little nervous, but I still agreed. It was a decision I would soon live to regret.
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Barbie Fucks a Puppy
Things happened so fast I’m still reeling. As soon as I promised to play along with whatever it was my daughter had planned, I was blindfolded. Before I could even ask where we were headed, I was led out of the house.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
All I got in return was an enigmatic, “You’ll see,” from one of my daughters. I was too disoriented to figure out which of my children had spoken. For that matter, I had no idea which were the two that held my hands and guided me to our mysterious destination.
I wasn’t led to a car, which meant my surprise was nearby. And since I had been blindfolded and led out of the house, it was safe to assume that wasn’t our destination either. But then where the hell were we going?
We walked in silence for a few minutes before reaching our destination. The echoing of our footsteps told me we had just entered a building. The slight change in odor confirmed my suspicions. We were now inside the stable.
When my now ex-husband and I bought our house, we were young parents in search of a quiet morsel of land to raise our children. We planned on building the home of our dreams, but our budget was limited. In the end, we had to settle for a half broken down relic with a hideous stable in the background. My husband was handy with a hammer, so he fixed up the house. We planned on knocking down the stable, but quickly discovered the building was over a hundred years old and considered a historical monument. As such, we weren’t allowed to tear it down. It had been our own personal eyesore ever since.
“You can remove your blindfold now,” said one of my daughters. Moments later, my hands were released. They trembled with excitement as I reached for my blindfold. One quick tug and I was able to see again. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the new lighting. When they finally did, as shocking sight was revealed.
As I had concluded earlier, we were inside the stable. However, it was nothing like I remembered it. Every inch of the decrepit structure was once cluttered with a wide assortment of ancient farming equipment. There were shovels and rakes, a tractor, and a lawnmower. There was also half a dozen refrigerators, stoves and washing machines. There was even an old car that had clearly not run in decades. The eclectic gathering of ancient artifacts was still present, only they had been rearranged. Piles of junk still lined the walls, but part of the floor was now visible. At the very center of the building now stood a clearing. My daughters and I stood at the conclusion of the path that led to it.
As out of place as the clearing appeared, the two objects that stood within it were even more unexpected. The first was a large bed. Unlike the other items in the building, it was still in working order. In fact, it looked new. Facing it was a couch. It was a plain black thing with enough room to seat four people. Hanging from the high ceiling were half a dozen lamps. Every last one of them was aimed at the bed, though the intensity of their beams lit up the rest of the clearing as well.
“Why did you do all this?” I asked. I glanced at my daughters, but none seemed inclined to answer.
“Why don’t you have a seat and find out?” finally offered Barbie, the youngest. She gestured to the couch as she spoke. I eyed the sofa for a moment before finally giving in. They wanted me to play along. Fine by me.
I strode into the circle of light and took a seat at the very center of the couch. Moments later, my three eldest daughters came to join me. To my right sat Nikki and Lexxi. To my left was Candy. Barbie didn’t join us. Instead, she headed back the way we had arrived, quickly vanishing into the shadows.
“Where is she going?” I asked.
“She’s getting ready,” answered Nikki.
“Ready for what?” I knew the odds of actually getting an answer were slim, but it was worth a try. Against all odds, my daughters actually addressed my lack of knowledge.
“I guess now’s as good a time as any to tell her,” offered Lexxi.
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