Futa on Male Bundle K T J: Futa on Male Bundles

By Kel Jacobi

Three sexy stories in one bundle:

Karina the Futa

Chris has the hots for a waitress where he works. Then he finds out she's a futa. It only gets better from there. Hot futa on male action.

Talisa the Futa

Joseph has the hots for a girl at work. Then he finds out she's a futanari. 

Jess the Futa

Tyler is new in town. After visiting a local book club meeting, he meets the sexy futa, Jess. Hot futa on male action ensues.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kel Jacobi
• Release date: Jan 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386700968

Book preview

Karina the Futa

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Chris had worked as a short order cook at Earl's diner for the past two years. He was 23. He knew he needed to do something more with his life, but didn't know what. He came from a long line of petty cooks, chefs and other ne'er -do-wells, and none of them lived well. He didn't want to end up like them. And, in fact, he knew he wasn't like them—not except in the basics. He was a sensitive soul. Smart, too. If it weren't for circumstance, he knew he would be in college.

But he had bills to pay.

And his job left him drained each day. He felt stuck. He wondered if he would ever get out.

Working at Earl's diner wasn't bad, though, as far as jobs go. It only got busy for him on Wednesday and Friday nights. He'd been there long enough not to have to work on the dreaded Saturday night. His co-workers were nice, too. His boss, Dale, was a good guy as far as bosses go—firm, but never rude, and always understanding. The other cooks were alright, too. Charlie had been in prison for ten years for robbery but the experience had wizened him up. He never said a mean thing about anybody and never complained. Danny was a good guy, too—he took too many smoke-breaks, maybe, but he cooked faster than anyone else. There were a few others but Chris didn't work with them much.

Then there were the waitresses—Angie, who was like everyone's mother, always cracking funny jokes, and Brenda, who had once been an exotic dancer. She had jokes, too. There were a few others Chris liked, but waitresses came and went at Dale's. It seemed like every month or so, they had a new round of them. Chris couldn't keep track.

Then one night, he met Karina. She was cute—a brunette with a soft, slender figure and soulful brown eyes. Chris was smitten.

I like that new girl, he said to Danny while waiting on a new order to come up. Danny was slicing tomatoes.

Who?

Karina.

Oh her? Danny let out a laugh. I know her. You know she's a futa, right?

A futa?

Yeah.

What's that?

Danny grinned. Shit, don't make me laugh. That's a chick with a dick.

Chris was stunned.

Really? She . . . she looks all woman.

Yeah, they all do. She goes to my Church. Or she used to. Her and her mother and her sister. I had a thing with her mother for awhile.

Really?

Yeah. Her mother told me all about her. Karina's name was originally Arthur. She changed her name to Karina last summer. You can do that once you turn 18. With futas, you know, they usually think they're males till later. Then, well, it gets tough.

Yeah, Chris said.

She quit going to Church, obviously. She's a nice girl, though. Met her a few times. Too bad me and her momma didn't work out. Her momma still goes to Church, though.

We got an order! Angie called out.

I'll get it, Chris said. Thanks, he said to Danny sheepishly.

No problem. Danny laughed again, slicing another tomato.

Chris felt half-crazy as he prepared the order, frying the potatoes and searing a steak. He hadn't told anyone, but he had always been confused and conflicted about his sexuality. He liked guys as much as girls, but only if they looked feminine. It was the cock he liked most. He'd had a few experiences with it—he lost his virginity to another guy, in fact—but he didn't feel comfortable pursuing it. And he definitely didn't feel comfortable being public about it. He never told anyone, not even his best friend Nick. He kept it a secret and figured he would do so for his entire life.

A chick with a dick he mused.

A girl with a cock.

What am I going to do?

The answer came the next night. It was Thursday, slowest day of the week after Tuesday. Angie and Karina were the only waitresses. Danny had the night off. Chris was the only cook.

Hey, Karina said. Can you make me something special?

Huh? Chris said. He had been cleaning off the roast-beef slicer.

A special order, for me.

Sure. What do you want?

I'm Karina, by the way.

Chris.

Nice to meet you. Karina smiled. He smiled back.

Well, she said, I really love grilled cheese sandwiches with french fries, but I don't want any crust on the grilled cheese.

That's it?

Yeah.

Chris didn't think it sounded very special. She must have meant the crust.

Cool, he said. I can do that.

"And the fries. . . fry them a little longer than usual.