Futanari Consolation

By Lara Longstaff

Meet my biggest dickgirl yet, a stunning young woman named Alicia! She's a tall, confident blonde with one tragic flaw: she's simply far too long and thick for any man or woman to handle. Until she meets Shelly, that is. Having just been dumped by her modestly endowed boyfriend due to her sassy mouth, the curvy young brunette is drawn to the uber-hung futa like a moth to flame. Can the two women find a way to console one other? Read and find out!

Warning! I've outdone myself with this one, as far as size goes. Not for the faint of heart!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lara Longstaff
• Release date: May 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310194214

Lara Longstaff

Hello there!I'm Lara, and I've got a few fantasies I'd love to share with you. But before you get down to reading my tales of futanari lust, let me tell you about myself.I'm 28 years old, single, but soon to be married to my long-time boyfriend, David. We hail from the Midwest of the good ol' USA. My hobbies are many and varied, but first among them are girls who have "something extra"! While I mostly prefer to fantasize about other futanari and such, sometimes my mood swings and I really get the urge to reverse roles with a cute guy, so most of my stories are of one of those two themes.Most of my stories are available on Amazon.com, so be sure to check them out there, too!I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I do writing them!XOXOXOL.L.

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Futanari Consolation

by

Lara Longstaff

Copyright 2015 Lara Longstaff

All Rights Reserved

All characters depicted are fictional and over the age of 18.

Be sure to check out an excerpt from The Lady Protests Too Much

after the story!

Shelly sighed long and deep and her shoulders slumped. She knew she'd screwed up, but she had no idea how to fix it. There was nothing for it, though- It had been too long, now. She slipped her slender feet into a pair of cute wedges and bent to buckle the little brown straps around her slim ankles. She didn't bother to check herself in the mirror. What was the point? She pulled her long brown hair over her shoulder and bounced down the stairs.

About time! Freddy rolled his eyes. He uncurled himself from his place on the couch and appraised her thoughtfully. That dress always looks fabulous on you! he cried. But you really should accessorize. Why don't you go upstairs and put on that string of pearls? It will look great against the blue fabric! he suggested.

I didn't agree to do this because I needed you as a fashion consultant, she said, feeling resigned. Freddy, her gay friend from work, fussed over her for a while before she finally shooed him away. Anyway, aren't we going to be late for your big LGBT event?

LGBTF, he corrected her, emphasizing the last letter. It makes the trannies so mad that they're not the last letter any more! That or I think they're jealous of the new blood. The short, slight young man giggled like a schoolgirl.

Whatever. I don't give crap about futus or whatever they're called. You're supposed to be getting me drunk on free booze and consoling my tender feelings, remember? Shelly pouted, or tried to. Pouting wasn't really her style.

They're futas, honey, the Third Gender. Because why have just two? Anyway, I'm sorry Bobby dumped you, honey. I'd take you to a straight bar, but I always end up cock-blocking you by accident! he cried.

I know, she patted his shoulder. She wasn't sure about the accidental part. Freddy guarded her like the proverbial mother hen when straight guys were about. Anyway, it will be nice to go to someplace where guys aren't trying to get under my skirt. I need some time to myself, I think.

Maybe that's for the best. But hey, let's get going! Freddy pulled her toward the door. What did you say to Bobby that got him so pissed off, anyway? Freddy asked for the millionth time as they got into his compact little sedan.

"You know that thing you're never supposed