Futa on Male Bundle H L A: Futa on Male Bundles

By Kel Jacobi

Three short stories in one bundle:

1. Hannah the Futa

Seth experiences futanari ecstasy. Hot futa on male action! You know you want it!

2. Leksi the Futa

Ryan finally decides to throw caution to the wind and go to a futanari meet-up in an adjacent city, but finds much more than he bargained for.

Hot futa on male action inside. 

3. Amanda the Futa

Eli's next door neighbor happens to be a hot futa. And she needs to use his computer. Too bad he didn't close all his tabs quick enough to hide his insatiable futa obsession. What will she say when she finds out?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kel Jacobi
• Release date: Mar 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386179856

Book preview

Hannah the Futa

* * *

A cool mountain breeze gusted against Seth's sweaty body as he stretched his arms out beneath the ladder. It was 10:34 A.M. and he had been painting since daybreak.

He looked at his work on the deck. So far, so good he thought. He knew he needed a break, though. His arms felt heavy and tense. He took a swig of his iced tea, then wiped the sweat off of his brow.

The job was the best paying he had gotten since he moved to Oregon two years ago: $6,000 to paint a deck and some siding. He would have done it for $2,000, but these were very wealthy people. They wouldn't care. The house itself was one of the most beautiful he had ever seen, nestled away, as it was, deep in the East Oregon hills. The owner, Charles Ramboch, was the CEO of Ramboch & Milner Financial INC, and Seth knew from a little research that he was worth millions. The home itself was a Summer getaway—one of Mr. Ramboch's many homes—and was estimated to be worth around 1 million, current market. A guy like Charles Ramboch wouldn't care about the cost as much as he wanted the job done right. He oversaw Seth's work the first two days, then handed off the overseeing duties to his 19 year old daughter, Hannah. Seth figured the real reason Mr. Ramboch wanted someone on the premises was his worry about thieves.

Seth liked Hannah from the start. She was 19, about 5'7 or 5'8, thin and sexy, with beautiful dyed blonde hair. He much preferred her to Mr. Ramboch.

She tapped on the glass. Seth looked at her and smiled. She slid open the glass door and walked out, looking over Seth's latest work.

Good stuff, she said. How many more days you think until it's done?

Eh, probably three.

Nice, she said.

In addition to her over-sized t-shirt, Seth noticed she was also wearing yoga pants.

Do you do yoga? he asked, taking another swig of his iced tea.

Me? Yoga? she laughed. No, I just like the pants. They're comfy.

Ah, Seth said.

Can I get you more iced tea?

I'd love that, Seth said. Hannah went back into the house.

Seth turned around and looked down at the forest below. I hope I get rich enough for a place like this someday, he mused.

He figured it would never happen, though. He knew he was probably smart enough, but the stars just didn't line up for him. A guy like Charles Ramboch had the right idea: struggle hard in school and business, then enjoy it all later. Seth noticed that one of the major differences between the self-made rich and the poor was how they related to the future. Seth grew up poor and no one around him acted like the future had any meaning—they were too concerned about the present, unwilling to go that extra mile. Guys like Charles Ramboch, however, worked hard while young, building a life that they could later enjoy. Charles didn't come from wealth, just like Seth, but he worked like hell through school, putting in long, grueling hours to learn his craft. Seth, on the other hand, partied and idled away his time, having no thought of tomorrow.

Maybe it's not too late for me, he thought. He was only 26. Or maybe I'll just marry some rich girl. That's easier, certainly.

Seth sighed, then drank down the last of his iced tea. It was going to be a long day.

* * *

Around 2, Seth thought about calling it quits for the day. He had done more than he planned on. Oddly, he didn't feel very tired. He felt good. He thought about taking in a movie later, in fact. He assumed it was because of the fresh air, and the lovely view. Painting a deck like Ramboch's wasn't a tough job, but the monotony often got to Seth, tiring his mind out before his body.

But that day, it didn't.

He looked over his work again. If he did about a half hour's more, he would have completed the siding of the first section entirely. It seemed stupid not to finish it.

Fuck it, he thought. It's only a half hour. Besides, I feel alright.

But first, some more iced tea.

As he climbed down off his ladder, however, he suddenly lost his footing, stumbling down to the deck. And as