Angel's Futa Cake: A Futanari Erotica Story

By Penelope Wilson

When Madam Esmeralda decided to give my girlfriend Angel a birthday cake, I was mostly confused. She had never been particularly approving of our lesbian relationship, and insisted that the best thing for a woman was a (well-equipped) male. If she felt like being neighborly, well, it would have been rude to refuse. But as it turns out, the cake is only the first part of the present. The morning after she eats the cake, Angel awakens to learn that has a birthday package unlike any she’s ever gotten before: One that’s seven inches long and comes with a matching pair!

Warning: This 7,000-word story contains graphic descriptions of futanari / dickgirl transformation, futa-on-girl sex, and a very special cake that you won’t find at your local bakery!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Penelope Wilson
• Release date: Mar 1, 2014

Penelope Wilson

Penelope Wilson writes erotic stories that have a focus on the taboo: Forbidden encounters between step relations, the fevered "No" that becomes a gasping "Yes!", and walks on the wild side with women that have a little something extra...

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Angel's Futa Cake

A Futanari Erotica Story

Copyright 2014 Penelope Wilson

Published by Penelope Wilson at Smashwords

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Disclaimer:

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarities or resemblance to people, places, or events, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This book contains graphic descriptions of explicit scenes of sexual activity that some may find objectionable. All characters within this work are consenting adults age 18 or over. It is intended for mature audiences over the age of 18.

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Sunshine filtered through the soft gauzy curtains as I awoke to the sound of someone pounding on the front door of our apartment. In my arms, Angel scrunched herself up and muttered something, her smooth skin pressed against mine, lovely brown hair in beautiful disarray. Today was her birthday, and we'd both taken a day off work to enjoy a three-day weekend together. Well, three and a half, if you count a Thursday night with a bottle of wine, a box of roses, and mind-blowing, toe-curling, sex.

There was another round of pounding on the door, and I craned my head to look at the clock on the wall. Eleven. Angel muttered something again and moved to get out of bed, but I quickly pushed her back down into the sheets.

Stay here, baby, I said. It's your birthday, after all. Go back to sleep. I leaned down and gave her a kiss, slipping her just the hint of tongue. She smiled faintly up at me, then turned over and pressed a pillow over her head as I went to answer the door. I was annoyed, wondering why someone would be bothering us at this time of day.

I opened the door to find Madam Esmeralda.

Madam Esmeralda lived immediately below us, on the first floor of the old dilapidated apartment building that we all lived in. She made a living as a fortune teller, performing Tarot card readings and séances in her heavily curtained, curio-cluttered front room. She had a thick accent that would wander between French and Spanish, and claimed to be a gypsy