Lumberjacked (Futa on Male)

By Jordan Bailey

A young femboy and a (Futanari) lumberjack sneak away from camp for a private moment alone, but as things heat up (and their noises get louder) what will happen if someone from the nearby logging site hears them or comes to investigate?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jordan Bailey
• Release date: Sep 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005391706

Jordan Bailey

Jordan Bailey is a transwoman originally from England who now lives quietly in the United States. Her hobbies include writing, movies and playing with her dogs. Lover of anime, manga and animals, she primarily writes about Futanari, or 'Dickgirl' women and crossdressing. She also enjoys weaving tales about effeminate young men, a.k.a. 'femboys', transwomen and other transgender themes!To get updates, send feedback, or anything else, follow her on Reddit @ BaileyJordanOfficial

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Lumberjacked

by Jordan Bailey

This ebook is for 18+ adults ONLY. It contains explicit, graphic details of sexual acts and language that may be considered offensive by some readers.

All characters engaged in sexual activity are consenting, non-related adults over the age of 18.

Copyright © 2021 author Jordan Bailey. All rights reserved.

I just couldn't wait anymore.

Turning away from the stunning, raven-haired vixen in front of me, I peeled my jean shorts down my smooth, bubbly ass, slowly unwrapping my girly backside to her.

I leaned against the tree, arching my back to expose my little pink hole, ready to be claimed and used as Miss Lyla Bastien saw fit. Sure I was the boy, and she was the girl, but tonight roles would be reversed.

You see, I knew her secret... and I wanted it inside of me.

It was getting dark. The deep green of the treetops clashed with the yellowing sky as birds flew south, fleeing the nearing winter with a sense of hurry that the sex-starved dickgirl behind me didn't seem to have.

She stood still at first, balancing a heavy axe on her broad shoulder as lust flickered in her amber eyes. Even from this distance I could see droplets of sweat on her forehead, making her black hair look wet, and her huge, ample breasts heaving under her red flannel shirt. Her bra looked two-sizes too small, and her glistening cleavage threatened to burst out of its confines at any second.

While still bent at the waist, I heard Lyla’s boots crushing leaves as she began closing the gap between us, staring at my bubbly, feminine ass that I worked so hard to attain. The cool breeze of late fall kissed my pillowy butt cheeks, making me twitch in anticipation for her to hurry up and finally touch me.

I could hear the other loggers in the distance, heading back to camp and getting ready to drink enough whiskey to drown in.