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 1-102”.

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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…

Many of you may not be aware of this, but fantasies have been a part of my everyday life for as long as I can remember. They are not all sexual in nature, though nowadays, most of them are. I guess that’s what happens when you spend your days writing sexy tales of lesbianism, bestiality and incest, just to name a few.

For the longest time, I simply moved on and did my best to forget about my perverse daydreams. Then I became an author and I started writing them down. I usually just write down the basic outline of the fantasy for further reference. It is only when I finally get around to transforming it into a full-length fantasy that I finally flesh it out. If the fantasy is recent and still fresh in my mind, then I retell it mostly as it happened. If it is more ancient and somewhat faded, I let my imagination come up with the details surrounding the basic concept. As such, my fantasies are a blend of reality and fiction.

This particular fantasy happened a few months ago. I had only just created my bucket list—for those of you who are unaware of this fact, I recently started doing all the things I told myself I would one day do, only to put them off over and over again—and one of the first items on the list was: Ride a horse.

I have a vague recollection of riding a pony when I was a kid, but the instructor—if you can even call her that—basically walked alongside us, holding the reigns and leading me around the circular arena. This did not, in my opinion, count as riding a horse. I thus decided the time had finally come to really ride a horse.

My roommate used to ride and, although she is quite careful with money—she is a college student after all—she immediately agreed to accompany me. The only condition was that I agree to gallop—last time she went for a ride, one of the riders in her group was afraid and the instructor refused to let anyone gallop. It made her cry. Feeling bad for her, I immediately agreed to accompany her for a gallop through the wilderness. And just like that, I was on my way to checking off one of the first items from my bucket list.

A little over a week later, her mother was dropping us off at the equestrian facility—we live in the city, so neither of us own cars. After thanking her for the ride and assuring her we would be waiting by the entrance at precisely three o’clock—my roommate and I may both have been adults, her mother was a real mother goose. As soon as she drove off, we entered the building.

The first part of the riding class was rather boring. We learned the basics: How to act around horses; how to handle the equipment; and a surprisingly extensive list of what-not-to-dos. It was a lot to take in and most of what we learned was useless, but it was a necessary step for all use newcomers. I can only imagine how bored my roommate was.

I’m not quite sure how long it took, but we eventually made our way to the stable. There were dozens and dozens of horses. Some were big, some were small. Some had a dark coat, some a pale one. Some were young, others quite ancient.

It took a while, but we were eventually on our way. The instructor—a surprisingly young and incredibly pretty woman—led our group along path that meandered through fields and forests. We practiced steering the horses. It took less than a minute before I grew accustomed to the feel of the leather reins.

Not everyone was as quick a learner as me. One in particular had trouble steering his horse and the instructor constantly had to fall back to help him. It slowed us down considerably, but since I was riding right behind the slowpoke, I had a perfect view of the instructor’s flawless body each time she came to his assistance.

I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but one second I was yawning and distractedly staring as the instructor and the next I was fantasizing. Most of the things seemed the same but for one small detail. The instructor and her horse, a studly stallion with the shiniest black coat I had ever seen, had somehow merged together, forming a being that was half human, half animal. It took a few seconds before I realized she had transformed into a centaur.

As I stared at her, the world around us started to fade. But this effect was not figurative; our fellow riders were beginning to vanish, soon leaving the instructor and me alone. By the time the final rider—my roommate—was gone, the instructor’s shirt had faded. She was now naked from head to hooves.

Coming to a stop, she turned to me and smiled. Blood rushed to my cheeks at the sight of her perky, flawless breasts, but I ignored it and smiled back. We stared at each other for a while before I noticed she was slowly growing closer. Because I still sat atop my mount, we were at eye level. The closer those sparkling orbs got, the more inflamed the appeared. Lust burned bright within them, illuminating them like a million suns. By the time she finally reached me, I was blinded by her lust and closed my eyes. Moments later, our lips touched.

Her tongue slipped into my mouth and soft moans started flowing past my lips as we passionately started making out. I don’t know how long we kissed. All I know is that arousal coursed through my veins by the time our lips finally parted. But that wasn’t all that had changed. My steed was gone, as were my clothes. I now stood before the beautiful centaur, naked from head to toe while the sweet smell of pre-cum rose up from my slit.

She towered above me, hooves stomping the ground in what I assumed was impatience. But her lips were still curled into a seductive smile and her eyes filled with even more arousal than before. Then why was she upsetting the dirt with her hooves?

The answer was revealed when she spun to the left. It only took a few steps before something massive was revealed. It stood between her hind legs, perfectly erect.

“Wow!” I gasped as I studied the engorged member. It was hard as rock and covered in bulging veins. It was a little weird knowing such an impressive cock was attached to a beautiful young woman, but I guess it wasn’t really hers. It still belonged to the studly stallion she had once ridden, only the two of them now shared the same body.

I could have spent the next few hours trying to find the logic behind what I saw, but I chose instead to do something far more productive with my time. I dropped to my hands and knees and scurried over to the centaur. Taking a seat beneath it, I reached out and guided the spear to my lips.

A soft moan escaped me as the member slipped into my mouth. It was so massive it barely fit, but I would not have wanted it any other way. I began bobbing my head, but it quickly became obvious that would not suffice. My lips and tongue took care of my lover’s head, but the rest of her spear remained unattended. I began sliding my hands up and down the entire length of the shaft. The shudder of delight that shook the cock brought a sense of fulfillment to my body.

I continued sucking the centaur’s member until it began to jerk uncontrollably. It took all the strength I had just to keep it from flying out of my mouth and every last bit of concentration to ensure the powerful squirts that soon shot out of it would end up in my mouth. It was hard work, but it all paid off in the end.

The hot semen that flowed down my throat was so tasty it was almost too much for my taste buds to handle. But they somehow kept from being overthrown and continued sending the massage to my brain that the orgasmilk flowing down my throat was the tastiest I had ever had the pleasure of ingesting.

I continued sucking my lover’s cock until the final wave oozed out of the member and it went lips. Releasing it the second it popped out of my mouth, I fell back and lay there, panting madly. I don’t know how long I stayed that way. All I know is that when I finally recovered, my lover was licking my pussy.

My chest rose and fell to the rhythm of my rapid breaths as soft moans flowed past my lips. Her tongue felt even longer than before and the feel of it darting in and out of me was unlike anything I had ever experienced. But as great as it was, I knew I could not give in to the orgasm growing within me. If I climaxed, I risked putting an end to the fantasy and I could not afford to let that happen.

It took all the strength I had, but I somehow found the strength to reach down and push her away. She seemed surprised, but the worry fell from her traits as soon as I scrambled to my hands and knees.

“Fuck me!” I begged as I peered back at her over my shoulder. No sooner had the words left my lips that she hurried over to me. In less than a few seconds, my hands were gripping her front lets and my knees were bent ever so slightly. The tip of her cock pressed to the entrance of my pussy.

I barely had time to take a final breath before she jerked forward.

“Fuck!” I yelled as her massive member shot into me. Deeper and deeper it travelled as she pushed on, stopping only once every last inch had been swallowed up. Deep down, I knew this was impossible, but I didn’t care. Being penetrated by such an oversized spear was no weirder than seeing a woman and her mount blend into a beautiful centaur. All I could do was stand there and enjoy every second of my first centaur pounding.

And I did. The feel of that huge cock darting in and out of me was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was both overpowering and intoxicating. My lover’s cock was all I could feel and her beautiful face kept popping up in my mind’s eyes. I focused on the two, letting the orgasm that had long since started growing within me swell like an untamable beast.

It was only a matter of seconds before I reached the point of no return. I moaned at the top of my lungs as my body began to tremble. My lover’s member soon did the same and the two of us shuddered in perfect synchronicity as we neared climax.

I’m not quite sure when it happened, but it did. One second I was moaning and trembling and the next I was wailing and convulsing. I don’t know how I managed to remain upright. I don’t even know how I was able to keep from passing out from the intensity of my orgasm. All I know is that wave after wave of cum squirted out of me. There was no telling who the orgasmilk belonged to. It didn’t matter. Only the blissful feeling that filled me was important.

My lover moaned alongside me. Our cries filled the deserted valley for what felt like an eternity before the final wave oozed out of me and my orgasm officially came to an end. As soon as my lover’s cock went limp, I crashed to the ground. At least I assume that’s what would have happened had I not suddenly been snapped back to reality.

It took a few seconds before I figured out what was going on. The fantasy was officially over and the instructor and her steed were once more whole, separate entities. My fellow riders had also reappeared, as had my clothes and my mount. But that was not what had put an end to my fantasy. It was the up and down motion of the horse as it trotted alongside the rest of the group.

I couldn’t believe it. We were finally trotting. But that was only the beginning. The slowpoke had somehow managed to learn the controls and in no time at all, we were all galloping along the path. The wind shipped through my hair as exclamations of delight flew past my lips. Speeding along atop that powerful beast was a completely unmatched experience. That is, unless you take into account the intense, centaur-filled fantasy I had just enjoyed.

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Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez