Futa on Male Bundle T V D: Futa on Male Bundles

By Kel Jacobi

Three Stories in One Bundle:

 

Tia the Futa

 

The story of how I moved to a new town, met a super sexy futanari at a photography meet-up, and how she made me her slut.

 

Valisa the Futa

 

The story of my hot encounter with my best friend Valisa on an isolated country road. 

 

Darina the Futa

 

Hooking up with a hot futa I met at an amusement park! You know you want to read it! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kel Jacobi
• Release date: Jan 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215483930

Book preview

Tia the Futa

In the summer of 2017 I had to move cross country for my job—from hot-as-hell Phoenix Arizona to ultra-cold Duluth Minnesota. I was never a social butterfly before, but I grew up in Phoenix and at least had a few friends I could hang out with on the weekends. In Duluth, I knew no one. For months, I did nothing but work, come home, play games or watch movies, eat a TV dinner, then run a few errands on the weekends, with almost zero social interaction outside of chit-chat with some of my new co-workers. Everyone at my job was a lot older than me and didn't seem very interested in hanging out with the young new guy from Phoenix, AZ. I didn't really blame them, though. I'm not exactly charismatic. I never was. I guess my friends in AZ accepted me because I'd known them for most of my life, but I knew I was painfully average. Just a regular dude, unremarkable in every way, shape and form. So, for a while, I just accepted the isolation as my lot in life, and tried to keep my thoughts on how much money I was making.

Eventually, though, I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I needed something to do that involved other people. I was going stir crazy being locked in my little apartment all the time, alone to myself. I knew a change was absolutely necessary or I was going to slip into a depression or something.

I looked online for different options. One which stood out to me was the Duluth Photography Society. Judging from the pictures, there was a nice mix of older and younger people, plus they often went on outings to practice their photography, meaning that there was less chance of awkward silences. That was one thing I hated most about social interaction: having nothing to say. At least with a photography society, we could talk pictures, cameras, etc.

I made contact with Shirley, the group leader, via e-mail, and asked if I could show up for their Saturday meeting. She was very welcoming and said I didn't even need a camera. I asked for some advice on a good camera to get and she gave me a few options. I went ahead and ordered two different models online, but they wouldn't arrive in time for my first meeting. Not a big deal. I just wanted to hang out, learn, and maybe make a few friends.

The first meeting went well. Everyone was very nice and we went out to a few parks, taking photos, then had lunch at a local buffet.

There was one member who especially caught my eye, though: Tia Sayavong. She was absolutely gorgeous—19 years old, just a little shorter than me, with long, flowing brown hair, gorgeous tan skin, and the most seductive eyes and lips I had ever seen. I later learned that she was half-Laotian. We didn't talk much at first but I noticed her sneaking as many glances of me as I was sneaking glances of her. Then, at the buffet, she seemed to make a point to sit next to me. I was pretty shocked at that, as no girl had ever seemed to go out of her way to express interest, but I told myself I was probably just misinterpreting things. Maybe she was just being nice.

A few weeks passed. I attended every meeting I could, even going out with the group on Wednesday nights on occasion. I got my cameras and was beginning to learn how to take good photos and clean them up on my computer, too. Tia was there half the time and though she didn't speak to me much, I sensed she wanted to. I knew she was probably relying on me to make the first move but, honestly, that wasn't happening. I was just too shy and too nervous about ruining my reputation in this new town. I had low self-esteem in general and always just opted for the path of least resistance.

Then, one Saturday, all that changed. The group decided to take an outing to Smithfield park—a common place for us, with a lot of scenery. It was fairly easy to find stuff to photograph and experiment.

Hey, I heard her voice say behind me while I was taking some shots of a mountain behind a patch of cypress trees.

I turned around, smiling awkwardly.

Jesse, right?

Yeah, I said.

Cool. I remembered, she said.

I smiled at that.

She smiled back.

I'm needing a camera guy tomorrow to take some beauty shots of me. I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house and take them?

Oh, uh, sure, I said, my voice cracking. I could already feel my face getting red. Tia didn't seem to mind though. She just smiled, knowingly.

Cool, she