Futa on Male Bundle: A N E: Futa on Male Bundles

By Kel Jacobi

Three Sexy Futanari on Male Stories in One Bundle:
 

Annie the Futa

Devon meets the futa of his dreams on the beach. She quickly makes him her permanent guy-toy. He simply cannot resist her long, hard love. 

 

Nina the Futa

New millionaire Thomas hooks up with his hot futa bank teller, Nina.

 

Emilia the Futa

Benjamin needs a math tutor to get through his brutal college math class. His professor sets him up with the hot futa Emilia. But even with her tutoring, he still can't seem to get it. Luckily she's willing to go the extra mile to help him succeed.

 

 

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kel Jacobi
• Release date: May 31, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201803407

Book preview

Annie the Futa

It was Devon's fourth day on the job and he already hated it intensely. It sounded so good at first: working at the beach, in the sun, surrounded by beautiful, scantily clad women—not to mention free soda. But it didn't work out that way: The sun was harsh, the beach was mostly filled with retirees and the soda was clearly watered down. That, along with the terrible pay, already started Devon down the path of thinking he should do something else. But the economy was horrible and Devon was only nineteen, having just barely graduated high school. He had no skills and very little charisma. He had to take what he could get.

The job itself was simple: walk the beach, picking up trash. The day-time beach goers weren't the littering type, but at night, the younger, college-set absolutely trashed the place. Devon had to arrive at dawn and scramble for the first two hours, making sure it was relatively clean for the retirees. After that, he had to keep walking, looking for any possible trash. The whole shift lasted six hours. Then, addled by the sun, Devon drove his crappy little 2-door car to his studio apartment to numb himself on video games and anime until he went to bed.

At least I'm out of my parent's house, he told himself. That somehow made it all worth it. His dad was an ex-military tyrant who hated him. His mom was half-zombified on psych meds. She barely spoke. His sister, six years older than him, was her own brand of train-wreck: a cyber-goth burn-out in 2019, working part time at a pet-store and spending the remainder of her existence hooked to her computer. Devon and her never got along. The whole family was a constant storm of dysfunction and Devon had barely known a day of peace for the past 19 years. All things considered, barely eking out a living as a minimum wage beach trash-man in a studio apartment wasn't the worst thing. At least all his consoles worked and most of his games did, too.

Nonetheless, the suckitude could not be denied.

But Devon knew he would pull through.

He had to.

The alternative was just too grim.

* * *

It was almost time for Devon to clock off when he caught a glimpse:

The most beautiful girl he had ever seen, dressed in nothing but a small pink bikini as she laid her towel down on the beach next to a small blue ice-box. Devon couldn't believe his eyes: from her small, delicate toes to her golden, wavy hair, every inch of her was beyond perfect. He felt like he was dreaming.

And once he noticed the bulge between her legs, it was all over. Devon did everything he could to not faint.

Girls so perfect can't exist, he told himself.

It's impossible.

Fucking impossible.

Devon gulped, steadying himself. He didn't know what he would say. He didn't know anything, really. But he knew he had to do something. And it had to be quick. He was one of those boys who found it so easy to lose his nerve.

It's like jumping into cold water, he said to himself. Just get it over with. It will hurt. It will be horrible. But then it will be over. And you'll know something, one way or another.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead then walked over to her. She noticed him immediately.

Hey, she said with a smile.

Devon grit his teeth.

Hi, he said.

He suddenly realized how he must look: like a total dweeb. He wore a bright yellow vest, carrying a big white bag on his left and a trash spear in his right. Thrift store jeans and a plain white t-shirt. A hot, sexy futa like her would never go for a jerk like him. It was a mistake walking up to her. A terrible mistake—one he couldn't take back.

She got onto her towel, spreading her gorgeous body out. Devon looked on, dumbfounded—especially at her