Twice Blessed: A Virgin Futanari Story

Twice Blessed: A Virgin Futanari Story

by: Pornelope

Boruma Publishing, LLC, 2018

ISBN: 9781370560486 , 16 Pages

Format: ePUB, PDB

Windows PC,Mac OSX suitable for all DRM-capable eReaders Apple iPad, Android Tablet PC's Palm OS, PocketPC 2002 und älter, PocketPC 2003 und neuer, Windows Mobile Smartphone, Handys (mit Symbian)

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Twice Blessed: A Virgin Futanari Story


 


















Brooke isn't an
ordinary futanari...while most futas are drawn to women, she finds men
incredibly sexy! But none of the men she's known have wanted her back...until
she meets Dale, a sexy football quarterback who's secretly bi-curious. When
they make a deal to satisfy each others' lusty erotic cravings, they both get
way more than they ever expected! Not your ordinary love story!


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PG Excerpt -----


Even as she panted with rising
pleasure, Brooke glared down at the source of all her woes. It was nearly seven
inches long, thick as the circle between her thumb and index finger, and
crowned with a shapely purplish head that was incredibly sensitive. It rose
proudly from the tight wiry curls at her groin, and curved enticingly toward
her flat stomach.


How she wished it would curl the
other way, so she could...


But that would make her even more
of a freak, she thought with a frustrated sigh. Didn't she already have enough
trouble?


Her pediatrician had assured her
parents that it would wither away on its own through lack of use. It hadn't,
though. It had grown big and strong right along with the rest of her body, and had
been her worst enemy until that magical day she'd discovered she could stroke
it and feel...incredible!


She didn't mind so much living
like a hermit and working from home when it meant she could walk around naked
and masturbate whenever she wanted. And she wanted to a lot, because futas had abnormally strong sex drives.


But lately she'd become more aware
of her isolation.


According to the rumors, most of
the Others, as she thought of them, because she hated thinking of herself as a futanari...it
sounded so different, and she was
deathly tired of being different...seemed
attracted to women. Her strong attraction to men was just one more indication
that she was a freak.


A freak among freaks. Way to go, Brooke! What'll you do for an encore?


But she couldn't deny that a cute
guy with a buff body always turned her on both ways. She always got soaking wet
and rock-hard. Both parts throbbed with
aching need until she stripped down and masturbated again...and again. And
sometimes even that wasn't enough to quench the fire.


That's why she'd tried dating
Troy, and they'd had a good time for the first few weeks. She'd let him kiss
her and stroke her breasts, and it had felt so amazing!


But then he'd snuck past her
guard, and pressed his hand between her legs...and he'd felt her big shaft
straining against her wet panties.


He'd freaked, and backpedaled off
the couch so fast he'd nearly fallen. And those vicious, hateful things he'd
said to her...remembering them was almost enough to make her go limp.


Almost.


Her small hand pumped
energetically up and down, and renewed pleasure whipped through her quivering
body. Yeah, she knew how to masturbate like a pro. But it wasn't enough. It
could never be enough!


She needed...more.


She needed...a man.


Did she dare? What if she chose
wrong again, and it all blew up in her face...again?


If she ever did risk it, though, she knew who she'd
want it to be.


Dale Harper was the quintessential
boy next door; his apartment was right next to hers. And he was drop-dead
gorgeous. His shoulders were wide, his chest and arms were muscular, and he had
a smile that made her feel weak all over. Nothing made her climax faster than
imagining him bending over her...


Was he big? She didn't know for
sure, but she thought maybe he was. She'd caught just a quick glimpse before
he'd turned away the other day, down at their long row of mail slots. She was
sure there had been a sizable bulge in his jeans.


He'd flashed that winner smile at
her before he'd stepped onto the elevator. So maybe he thought she was worth
getting to know a little better. If only she could muster the courage to tell
him what she really was!