18: A Tale of Lesbianism, Bestiality & Incest

Barbie Lez
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Author’s Note: This story was a long time coming. For quite some time, I had played around with the concept of writing a series of short stories where the main character—who, at the time was called Catalina Lez—had sex with eighteen different celebrities on her eighteenth birthday. But when I started publishing my stories, I realized that was impossible—unless I wanted to get sued, of course. So I decided to forget about celebrities and instead create my own characters. Since people seemed to enjoy my bestiality stories, I decided to incorporate animals into the series. By the time I was done plotting the story, the series was split evenly between lesbianism and bestiality—with a little lesbiality and incest sprinkled throughout, of course. But it was not until I was ready to start writing that I decided to transform the series into a book—my first full-length book!

Though I have been thinking about writing a book for some time, this story is sort of an experiment. I enjoy writing both bestiality and lesbianism stories, but I have never actually written a series—or in this case a book—that includes both. Of course, I have written a few lesbiality stories, but that included lesbianism and bestiality within the same story. In this case, I have actually separated the two, alternating lesbianism and bestiality chapters throughout the book. I just hope there are enough readers who enjoy both lesbianism AND bestiality. All right, I’m done rambling. Thank you for purchasing this book and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

—Prologue: The Virgin—

In an endless ocean of darkness, a city was shining like a thousand suns, seemingly fighting off the forces of the ever-present night. A bird, awoken by a nocturnal predator attack, soared through the night air, swooping between skyscraper after skyscraper. But the small animal soon grew tired and picked the next building he came across to make a landing. The structure in question was bright-pink and had a huge company logo on each one of its four faces, though such a details was hard to notice in such dark surroundings. Still, the exhausted bird could see just enough to make an improvise landing on the balcony of the upmost level of this hundred-story building.

Inside the penthouse suite, a party seemed to be raging. A dozen young people—most of them women—were busy partying. At least, they were a few moments earlier. But suddenly, and for no apparent reason, they all fell silent. However, the reason soon became apparent when a hot, young Latina with long, wavy brown hair strode out of the kitchen with a large birthday cake, atop which stood no less than eighteen candles. Suddenly, the silence was shattered as everyone started chanting.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday…” they sung joyfully, scaring off the tired little bird. By the time the song came to an end, the beautiful Latina had set the cake down before an even more breathtaking young woman. Unlike her Hispanic friend, the birthday girl had long blonde hair and a body that would make any man—or woman, for that matter—kill for just a glimpse of it. But that would have to wait, for it was the most important moment in the young woman’s life; she had just turned eighteen!

However, she was unlike most other eighteen-year-olds—and not just because she was hotter than most of them combined. No, what set her apart from the crowd were a few simple, yet major details. Like the fact that she was still a virgin. And, of course, there was also the fact that she was a nymphomaniac, a lesbian, a zoophile and an incest-lover, not that she knew any of this. Yet…

Totally oblivious to the insane day she would soon experience, the birthday girl smiled at her friends and, taking a deep breath, blew out every last candle on the cake. As the flames flickered and died, everything was bathed in darkness, officially putting an end to the woman’s eighteenth birthday party.

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—Chapter 1: BFF—

The early morning sun crept up over the horizon, sending its hot rays running across the city below. Illuminating everything in their path, the bright beams hit building after building until they finally reached a tall skyscraper. Every lass inch of the hundred-story building was bright-pink. Only the five-story-high company logos that stood on each of the four sides differed in color. Jet black, the lesbian symbol-shaped logos could be seen from halfway across the city. What was not so easily seen was the writing underneath them, which read “Lez Inc.” Though most people were unaware of this, the company name—and logo—had absolutely nothing to do with the founder/owner’s sexual orientation. Or so she claimed.

The lesbian-themed building had only just been completed, yet every last apartment had already been rented out. Then again, Lez-built buildings were said to be the safest in the city, so anyone with large amounts of money and a modicum of concern for safety had jumped at the change.

Reflecting off the tinted windows that covered almost every inch of the edifice, the early morning rays slowly started their long trip to the bottom of the hundred-story building. Shining into the penthouse suite, they illuminated the master bedroom, revealing lavish furnishing after lavish furnishing. Pretty much everything you would expect to find in such a high-priced apartment was present; overpriced furniture and absolutely useless antique-themed decorations. However, the rays seemed to get bored of those and quickly moved on until they hit the master bed, revealing a sleeping figure beneath the bright-pink silk sheets. Though every last inch of the sleeper remained hidden beneath the sheets, the slender contour made it clear she was a woman. Moving on, the rays travelled across the nearby bedside table and hit the alarm clock just as it turned to 6:00 AM. A split second later, it started to ring, jerking the sleepers out of her slumber.

“Fuck!” echoed a voice from beneath the sheets as a hand flew out from under the silk fabric and slammed down upon the alarm clock, silencing it. A relieved sigh ensued as the figure beneath the sheets decided to resume her interrupted period of rest. Unfortunately, she soon realized that would be impossible.

“Fuck!” she swore again as she uncovered a pressing need to relieve her overfilled bladder. Sighing, she slowly sat up, forcing the sheets to slide off. If such a thing had been possible, the sun rays would have gasped in amazement as they shone upon the breathtakingly beautiful blonde—the very same one who had only hours before turned eighteen. As a result of her all natural sleeping habits, her large, D-Cups were revealed, adding to her already breathtaking appearance. However, the birthday girl had absolutely no interest in her appearance at the moment. And not because she desperately needed to relieve herself.

Though her logical first thought should have been, “Why am I hung over?” it was actually, “Where the fuck am I?”

Standing up, she glanced at her surroundings, totally oblivious to the fact that she was standing completely nude in a bedroom she did not recognize in the least. That is, until she caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror. Forgetting all about her unfamiliar surroundings, she focused on the reflection and looked herself up and down.

“Wow!” she gasped in amazement as she studied her flawless figure. She had long, platinum-blonde hair with the occasional bright-pink highlight. Her piercing, emerald-green eyes and full, pouty lips helped increase her already breathtaking appearance. Well, that and the fact that she had the firmest pair of D-Cup boobs in the world. Of course, her thin waist and total lack of any and all body fat also helped. As an added bonus, she had a tight, clean-shaven and, most importantly, virgin pussy and equally taught, bouncy ass. The final detail to make her the hottest woman in the city—possibly even the country… or the world—was the large, bright-pink birthmark that seemed to hover between her pussy and navel. Measuring a little over two inches in height, the birthmark was shaped like the lesbian symbol.

The sight of the Sapphic-themed birthmark forced the teen’s memories to come flooding back. However, it was not until she strolled over to the nearby window and got a breathtaking view of the surrounding city that everything fell into place. In an attempt to compute the overload of information, she started at the beginning and worked her way forward.

“My name is Barbie,” she realized. “Barbie Lez.” She was the daughter of Candy Lez, owner and founder of Lez Inc. In fact, Candy had always told her beloved daughter that she was her inspiration. That explained why she had used Barbie’s birthmark as the company’s logo. However, that was pretty much all the young woman knew about the family business. Because Lez Inc. was involved in so many different markets, it was impossible to categorize it besides referring it to it as a multinational. However, one thing that was absolutely clear about Lez Inc. was that they build the safest buildings in the country, possibly even the world. Because of this—as well as the fact that money was not an object—Candy had decided to give her daughter the penthouse suite of her newest building as a birthday present.

“That explains why I don’t recognize the place,” realized Barbie. Though her belongings had already been brought over, Barbie had only resided in her new apartment for the past…

“Twelve hours,” she realized as she glanced at the alarm clock. “Which means, I have only been eighteen for six hours.” This realization forced her birthday party memories to come flooding back. She clearly remembered somehow convincing her mother to let her have a birthday party in her new apartment with all her friends and absolutely no family. Candy had accepted, but not before she got her child to agree to a birthday lunch with her and her other daughter, Bambi. The family meal was scheduled for noon that day and Barbie realized she still had plenty of time to get ready before she had to set off for the family mansion.

Thinking back on the large amounts of alcohol she had ingested during the party, the naked teen realized that helped explain why she had a terrible hangover. In fact, it also explained her pressing need to pee.

“Oh fuck!” she muttered, only then remembering the fact that her bladder was about to explode. If she did not act soon, she would have quite a story to tell about her first few hours of adulthood. Hurrying out of the bedroom, she realized she had absolutely no clue where the bathroom was. This made her realize her recent move was probably also responsible for her alarm clock being activated, but she decided there were more pressing matters to attend to. Fortunately, the bathroom turned out to be adjacent to her bedroom and she found it almost immediately.

“Ahh!” she sighed as she relaxed her pelvic muscles, letting the golden liquid flow past her lower lips.

After what felt like an eternity, Barbie’s bladder was finally empty and she decided to return to her bed for some well-deserved birthday rest. However, upon entering her bedroom, she noticed something she had previously overlooked. During her initial exit from the bed, the sheets had been pulled aside and now revealed someone else sound asleep in her bed. And the leg that stuck out from beneath the silk sheets made it clear the sleeper was naked.

“Oh my god!” she gasped as her heart started to pound in her chest. The presence of a naked man in her bed could only mean one thing; after eighteen year spent being proud of her state—or condition, as some would prefer to call it—Barbie was no longer a virgin! When most people would be proud of this, the naked teen was not. Far from it! Ever since she had been old enough to comprehend the term, she had been proud to be a virgin. There was just something about the thought of a man grinding up against her that made her sick to her stomach. Of course, with the years, she had got used to the idea, yet she had never worked up the nerve to take the plunge.

“But that doesn’t really matter now,” she thought, realizing the decision had been taken from her. And, as if losing her virginity without her consent—at least, her sober consent—was not bad enough, she did not even know who the lucky guy was.

Fortunately, she soon noticed a detail that made her realize she was wrong. Unfortunately, that did not mean she was still a virgin; it only meant the leg that stuck out from beneath the sheets did not belong to a man.

“Oh my god!” gasped Barbie as the implications of such a realization dawned upon her. “I lost my virginity to a girl!” Such a theory was soon proven correct when she noticed a mesh of long, wavy brown hair sticking out from under the bright-pink fabric.

But against all odds, she did not feel repulsed. Somehow, the thought of fooling around with a girl was not as bad as with a guy. Still, there were a few questions that needed answering. Like who was the woman asleep in her bed? Or did they really have sex? And, if so, how was it?

“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” soon realized the busty blonde. Heart pounding in a mixture of anticipation and dread, she tiptoed up to the bed. Holding her breath, she carefully grabbed hold of the sheets she gently pulled them aside, revealing a breathtaking young brunette.

“Oh my god!” gasped Barbie as she recognized the sleeper as Catalina. Her best friend! Against all odds, her first thought was, “Damn! She’s hot!” However she forgot all about the sleeping Latina’s great beauty when more memories came flooding back.

The first thing she remembered was dismissing her friends following a catastrophic birthday prank. The only person to have survived Barbie’s wrath was her BFF Catalina. Once her friends had been dismissed, mere minutes after the teen’s time of birth, the two best friends decided to party on. But after an hour or so of almost non-stop drinking, the two had decided it was time for bed. Both drunk out of their minds, they had agreed the best course of action was for them to get completely naked and sleep in the same bed.

“I’m still a virgin!” realized Barbie, moments after returning to reality. But against all odds, she was not exactly relieved. Though she had always been proud of her virginity, she now realized it was more of a mark of shame than anything else. Being a virgin at seventeen was acceptable. Almost common, even. But being an eighteen-year-old virgin was quite another story. For the first time in her life, Barbie felt ashamed of her condition. Fortunately, the beautiful teen soon forgot all about that when her eyes came across her best friend’s naked body.

“Wow!” she gasped in amazement, only then realizing just how attractive Catalina really was. Though the two had been friends for the past ten years and BFFs for the past eight, Barbie had never before seen her naked. Of course, she had seen her in her underwear on countless occasions, but that was different. The sight of Catalina’s large boobs and tight cunt sent shivers of, believe it or not, arousal running down the teen’s spine. Looking her up and down, Barbie drank in her ever detail.

Resembling the birthday girl in many a way, the sleeping Latina had long, wavy brown hair and the typical Latina look that drove all the men wild. Just like Barbie, she had as much fat as a supermodel—which is to say none at all. However, unlike a model, she had boobs that could make any man bust a nut with a single wiggle. But her firm D-Cups were not the only thing to make her a veritable Hispanic sex goddess. For you see, her tight, clean-shaven pussy and firm, apple-bottom butt were her best assets. Overall, she was a veritable knockout, making men and women alike crave her presence at their side. By the time Barbie was done her ogling session, she discovered something she never would have expected.

“Oh my god!” she gasped as she realized drinking in her friend’s every detail had turned her on. A lot! As if to prove to herself that she had truly been aroused by a girl—her best friend, no less—she reached down and slid a finger between her lower lips.

“Wow!” she gasped moments later at the sight of her pre-cum-covered finger. She knew she was turned on, but the massive amounts of pre-cum she had produced informed her of the severity of her condition. Though Barbie had never before considered the possibility that she was a lesbian, she could not deny the way she felt when her eyes made contact with Catalina’s body.

“Am I a lesbian?” she wondered aloud, but soon rationalized that she would have known if she was. Then again, it would help explain why she was still a virgin after all these years. It made sense; she had never before had—let alone tried to get—a boyfriend.

“Maybe I am gay,” she realized. However, it was nothing more than a theory.

“Unless…” she muttered to herself, realizing there was an easy way to find out for sure. Unfortunately, that involved bringing Catalina up to speed and Barbie knew for a fact her friend was not a lesbian. Although they were best friends, Barbie seriously doubted Catalina would be willing to help her determine her sexual orientation.

“Unless…” muttered Barbie again, realizing there was a simple way she could insure her friend’s help. However, that involved taking advantage of Catalina and went against everything Barbie believed in. Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on how you look at it—the high levels of arousal that coursed through the teen’s veins kept her from thinking clearly. All that mattered to her was finding out if she was a lesbian, no matter the cost. And there was only one way to do that.

“Here goes nothing,” though Barbie as she took a deep breath for courage and got to work. Leaning forward carefully, she laid a gentle kiss upon her sleeping friend’s lips. Barbie felt a surge of arousal course through her body, confirming her suspicions; she was indeed a lesbian!

Having been given an answer, Barbie knew she should put an end to the kiss. However, her heightened level of arousal made such a thing impossible. Unable to pull away, Barbie did the only thing she could; she escalated!

“What am I doing?” she wondered as she felt her tongue slither past Catalina’s lips. But before she could come up with an answer, her arousal jump another notch and, unable to resist, she started passionately exploring her friend’s oral cavity. Against all odds, Catalina soon started reciprocating Barbie’s eager tongue strokes. Of course, the sleeping Latina had absolutely no clue she was actually making out with her best friend and not the hunky Latino from her dream.

The two best friends performed a frantic, yet lustful tongue dance for the better part of a minute before Barbie found the strength to break the kiss. However, it was not because she had finally come to her senses and realized she was violating her best friend’s sexual privacy. It was because so much arousal now coursed through her veins that she desperately wanted to escalate things. And that was exactly what she did next.

“Mmmmm!” she moaned softly as she wrapped her lips around one of Catalina’s surprisingly erect nipples. Though it was her first sexual encounter—well, except for the time she had been forced to make out with one of her classmates during a game of truth or dare—Barbie was surprisingly skillful. Then again, she did masturbate on a daily basis to keep her sexual urges in check. So it was with great zeal that the horny teen flicked her tongue back and forth, doing her best to stimulate her sleeping friend’s nipple. Every so often, she would transfer to the other nipple, each time making Catalina moan in her sleep.

As could be expected, Barbie soon got bored and decided it was time to move on. Taking a deep breath for courage—after all, she was about to implement the riskiest part of her plan—she slid down until her head was level with Catalina’s pussy. Carefully spreading her friend’s legs, Barbie soon got unrestricted access and took a whiff of the clean-shaven poon before her. A wide smile curled her lips as she filled her nostrils with the sweet smell of pre-cum. Unable to resist the enticing odor, Barbie bypassed all forms of teasing and dove right into the action. Outstretching her tongue, she thrust it deep into Catalina’s cunt.

“Wow!” mentally gasped Barbie, stunned by how wet her friend actually was. Of course, her tongue had never before penetrated a pussy, so it was hard for the naked teen to tell if Catalina was indeed wetter than most. However, she soon reasoned that it did not matter. All she cared about was that she had just gotten her first taste of pussy and was not about to stop there.

Aware that her friend could wake at any moment, Barbie decided to take things slow. Moaning softly as she did, the horny teen started carefully sliding her tongue in and out of the Latina’s cunt. It was not until she heard Catalina release a soft moan that she decided it was safe to increase the speed of the tongue thrusts.

Over the course of the next minute, Barbie gradually increased the speed and force of her plunges until she was furiously tongue-fucking her sleeping lover’s twat. By then, Catalina was moaning loudly, her chest heaving up and down as she did.

“I can’t believe she’s still asleep,” thought Barbie as she continued darting her tongue in and out of the Latina’s poon. That thought was soon followed by this one, “I can’t believe I’m actually tongue-fucking my best friend’s pussy!” But she was and, in an attempt to maximize the experience, she reached up and grabbed hold of the sleeper’s boobs.

“Mmmmm!” moaned Catalina as Barbie started massaging her breasts. Though Barbie had never been very good at multitasking, she did her best to stimulate her friend’s nipples while still managing to slide her tongue in and out of her cunt.

Catalina’s moans grew louder and louder as an orgasm started to form within her. Yet she still remained asleep. It was not until she started moaning at the top of her lungs that the sound of her own voice snapped her out of her slumber. Disconcerted for a few seconds, she glanced around, trying to figure out where she was, what was happening and why the hell she was so horny. The first question would have to wait, but the answer to the second two were provided when she noticed someone lying between her legs, their face buried deep in her cunt. To make things worse, that person was a woman and also happened to be her best friend.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked. However, that was all she had time to say before her body started to spasm, telling her she was on the verge of climax. Sure enough, she soon felt the orgasm that had been growing within her explode, forcing the first wave of cum to flow up her vaginal canal.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs as she felt the hot, gooey liquid gush past her lower lips.

“Mmmmm!” moaned Barbie when the sweet nectar flowed into her mouth, filling it with a single wave. She barely had time to notice just how sweet—and slightly vanilla-flavored—her friend’s cum tasted before she was forced to swallow it in order to accommodate the next wave.

Wave after wave of hot orgasmilk flowed into the horny teen’s mouth before being forced down her throat. Unfortunately for the cum-hungry birthday girl, the waves soon became too voluminous for her to handle. Though she managed to swallow quite a lot, most of the sweet nectar was forced past her lips. Becoming airborne, the vaginal fluid split into millions upon millions of tiny drops and started raining down upon the lesbian couple, soon covering them in an ever-thickening layer of cum.

Catalina’s moans echoed throughout the bedroom for the better part of a minute before she felt the orgasm raging within her pull to an end. A few seconds later, the final wave oozed out of her, officially putting an end to the earliest orgasm of her life. Too exhausted to even consider trying to figure out what had just happened, the busty Latina just lay there, gasping for air.

Unfortunately for her, Barbie was not about to let her off the hook that easily. With a mouthful of cum, the horny teen lay her body atop her friend’s and forced a kiss upon her. Unable to resist, Catalina reciprocated her friend’s eager tongue strokes and the two passionately made out in veritable an ocean of cum. Unfortunately for the birthday girl, she soon felt her friend break the kiss. Pushed aside rather harshly, Barbie was forced to watch Catalina hurry out of the room. Fearing the worst, she rushed after her. Luckily, the cum-covered Latina was not attempting to flee; she was just heading to the bathroom. Barbie remembered just how desperate her need to pee had been upon regaining consciousness and realized she was lucky her friend has not released the contents of her bladder in her face.

Giving her friend-turned-lover some privacy, Barbie returned to her room and took a few moments to think things over. Though she was almost certain it was a result of her incredibly high level of arousal, Barbie did not feel an ounce of guilt in regards to what she had just done. In fact, she was proud to have made her friend squirt.

“It has brought us closer than ever before,” thought the horny teen. “And now, it’s only a matter of time before the repays the favor.”

At least, that was what she thought until she saw Catalina return. Though still covered in cum from head to toe, it was clear she had come down from her sexual high and felt incredibly guilty about what had happened. Well, guilty and angry.

“What have you done?” finally asked Catalina, unable to come up with a more complex question. Luckily, none was needed.

Barbie could not help but chuckle.

“Isn’t it obvious?” she asked. “I made you cum!”

Catalina was stunned, taken aback by the unexpected answer.

“But we… we’re best friends,” she stuttered, somehow hoping it would be enough to make Barbie see the error of her ways. Unfortunately, it did nothing of the sort.

Barbie shrugged and said, “You didn’t seem to mind.” She decided to make her point by adding a wink to the statement. Unfortunately, that did not have the desired effect.

Finally realizing there was no reasoning with Barbie, Catalina reached deep and, grabbing hold of her fiery Latina ancestral roots, started yelling at Barbie with everything she had. There were swears, insults—some of which were in Spanish—and most of all, just random babbling. However, it got the point across; she was pissed! Unfortunately, Barbie was horny and arousal trumps anger.

“Come on,” said Barbie as she chuckled, “I made you cum, it’s not like I took your virginity.”

As soon as the final word left the birthday girl’s lips, Catalina fell silent, telling Barbie her statement had been wrong; dead wrong!

“Oh my god!” she gasped, realizing that could only mean one thing. “You were a virgin?”

There was an awkward moment during which, for the first time since she first realized she was a lesbian, Barbie felt something other than arousal. Of course, what she felt was guilt. Unsure how to react, the busty blonde remained silent, waiting for her friend to confirm her suspicions.

After what felt like an eternity, Catalina finally nodded.

Though she had been expecting the answer, Barbie was stunned.

“But how?” she asked, remembering how Catalina had not spent a single day without a boyfriend since she knew her. How could she possibly still be a virgin? Fortunately, she was about to find out.

“I was waiting for the right person,” explained the cum-covered brunette. “I wanted my first time to be special. I wanted it to be with someone I truly loved and who I knew loved me back.”

Barbie remained silent for a few seconds, realizing just how much she had unknowingly changed her friend’s life.

“Well, we love each other, so I guess you sort of got what you wanted,” she said in an attempt to defuse the situation. Of course, she expected her friend to get pissed, reprimanding her for making a joke at such a time. However, Barbie soon realized it was not really a joke; they did love each other.

Against all odds, Catalina did not yell. Instead, she started laughing. After getting over the surprise of her friend’s unexpected reaction, Barbie joined in and the two friends had a good laugh, washing away all the anger and guilt from their bodies. By the time they recovered, they were once again best friends. Still, it would take a while before Catalina could trust Barbie again.

“So, how was it?” finally asked the birthday girl, letting the high level of arousal that still filled her once more guide her actions.

“Better than I thought,” admitted Catalina, though it was clear she was embarrassed by the way she felt.

“Great!” said Barbie with a wide smile. “I can’t wait.”

Unfortunately for the horny teen, that brought a frown to her friend’s face.

“What do you mean?”

It was Barbie’s turn to frown.

“I did you. Now you do me.”

Catalina’s eyes widened in shock.

“No way!”

As much as she had enjoyed the feel of her friend’s tongue darting in and out of her cunt as she squirted all over her, she had not for a second considered reciprocating. Unfortunately, Barbie was not about to give her a choice in the matter.

“Do you remember The Game?” asked Barbie.

“You wouldn’t?” asked the cum-covered Latina, obviously shocked by Barbie’s reference. For you see, The Game was a birthday tradition the two friends had indulged in for the past eight years. Whoever’s birthday they were celebrating was named queen for the day and could order the other around, forcing her to do anything she wanted. Of course, the other had no say in the matter and had to do exactly as told. The rules were clear; if one of them ever refused an order, it would put an immediate and irreversible end to their friendship. Of course, it was only a game, but they took it very seriously and neither of them had ever refused an order. Would Barbie’s eighteenth birthday be the first? The horny blonde sure as hell hoped not.

“As queen…” started Barbie, but was cut off before she could finish.

“Please don’t do this,” begged Catalina.

“…I command you to make me cum,” finished Barbie, ignoring her friend’s plea.

Catalina sighed. The order had been voiced and was thus official. If she refused it, she would be putting an end to a ten-year friendship. But could she go through with what was asked of her without regretting it for the rest of her life? Before she could figure that out, Barbie offered her an olive branch—a tiny, miniscule olive branch, but an olive branch nonetheless.

“It can count as my birthday gift,” offered the horny blonde.

“I already gave you your birthday gift,” Catalina reminded her.

Fortunately, Barbie was a quick thinker.

“Fine, then it can count as next year’s present.”

Catalina sighed. She knew the situation was far from perfect, but it was the best deal she would get. Sighing, she nodded.

“YAY!” shouted Barbie joyfully as she pulled her best-friend-turned-lover on for a long, passionate kiss.

 

Continued on the next page (link below).

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