Lesbians' Futa Wish E-Book

Alana Church

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Judy and Pam are lesbians who have a naughty desire. Pam wants to be taken like a man. But the strap-on they bought isn't doing the job.

Enter Gene! The magical genie turns Judy into a sexy futa-woman! But can she overcome her surprise at her hot, throbbing passion and use it to give Pam the completion she craves? Find out in "Lesbians' Futa Wish"!

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

Her eyebrows lifted as she took in the length of her lover's body. Something was just a bit...off. Under the long t-shirt she had worn to bed, there was a strange, unidentifiable...lump...in the general vicinity of her crotch.

Pam put her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. She hadn't, had she? It was so like her girlfriend to refuse to admit defeat. For some reason, Judy must have decided to give the strap-on another try, and had put it back on. And had then fallen asleep. Did she think that having it on would allow her to get used to it? Did she think that a long, slow lovemaking session might get them both to the point where they would both get the pleasure they wanted out of the toy?

Well, if she wants to give it another shot, I'll try, she thought, as she climbed back into bed. Maybe it wasn't really too big. She lay propped on one elbow, looking down into the face of her beloved. Poor kid. She must have gotten up earlier this morning, while I was still asleep, and put the dang thing on. And then fell asleep waiting for me to wake up.

She leaned down, her lips brushing one soft cheek, while her hand reached down to flip up the hem of Judy's shirt.

And then lay stock-still, her eyes staring at what her hands had revealed.

That's not...possible.

Pam slowly sat up, her jaw hanging open.

Instead of the complicated mass of straps and buckles she had expected to see, with the lilac-colored phallus of the strap-on fastened over Judy's crotch, instead there was this...miracle.

She reached out, her fingers aching to touch it, to see if it was real, and not just a dream, and then pulled back. Instead, she leaned closer to inspect the-

Amazing. Incredible.

-undeniably erect object that leaped up from her lover's groin like a dream made flesh. Long, thick, and tumescent, but still smaller than the monstrosity that their overeager libidos had insisted they get with the strap-on, it emerged from a spot just above Judy's cleft, its thickness merging with her skin. Thankfully, the arcane blessing that had bestowed it on her lover had seen fit to leave out some of the more unpleasant parts of the male anatomy. There was no unpleasant, wiry clump of pubic hair; no gross, sagging scrotum; no lumpy set of testes to mar her girlfriend's beauty. Only a lovely, lovely phallus, bobbing just a bit, in time with her heartbeat. Peachy-pink in color at the base, shading to a dark magenta at the tip, which was just slightly wet, a trace of clear fluid leaking from the tip.

She had to touch it. Had to make sure that her staring eyes weren't playing tricks on her, that she wasn't hallucinating. Biting her lip, she reached out, running one finger along the side of the shaft.

Leseprobe

Lesbians’ Futa Wish

By Alana Church

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2020 Alana Church

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

Chapter 1

It was a quiet night at Angel’s, the premier lesbian club in Louisville.

Actually, Judith thought, Angel’s was probably the premier lesbian club in all of Kentucky, a state that was not exactly known for its scintillating LGBTQ scene. Although things had changed quite a bit in the last twenty years, at least according to some of the older women, Kentucky was still a place where a lesbian was best served by keeping her head down and her mouth shut.

Angel’s, however, was a safe haven, even though it was a slow night. A few couples were talking at the tables scattered along the far wall, but the dance floor was empty, and the music was muted. Things would probably get busier later in the evening, but right now it was barely after six. Angel herself was manning (or womaning, Judy thought with a grin) the bar tonight, with ample help from Danny, when he could be torn away from talking with his new girlfriend, a blond-haired beauty with a set of tits that Judy drooled over every time the woman stopped by for a drink. Millie was laughing, her blue eyes twinkling as she said something under her voice to her roommate Poppy, a girl that Judy had gone out with a time or two in the past. Judy had never figured out if Millie and Poppy were together, or just good friends. There was something about the way their hands casually brushed against each other just a little bit too often…

Well, I think it’s just greedy, Judy thought with a sniff, and took another sip of her drink. Lime-flavored rum slid down her throat, easing her tired muscles. Even if you’re as hot as Millie is, there should be some sort of rule that you only get one girlfriend or boyfriend at a time. Not both.

Though I guess she could be bi. Her forehead wrinkled and she shook her head. Thank God I’m not. It’s hard enough keeping one woman happy. How could I manage a man and a woman at the same time?

A set of lips brushed her cheek, and a slender figure slid onto the stool beside her. “Hey baby,” Pam said. Her girlfriend’s quick smile glimmered. “How you doing?”

“Great, now that you’re here.” Judy nodded down the bar, where Millie’s bubbling laugh was ringing out. “I was almost about to be infected with an overdose of happiness.”

“Oh, is someone a grumpypants today?” Pam teased, as she lifted a hand and waved at Danny. The young bartender nodded and walked down towards them.

“Hey there, Pam,” he said, setting out a coaster. “Get you something?”

“A negroni sounds good,” she said with a smile.

“You got it.” He turned away, plucking bottles off the shelves as he began to mix her drink.

“So.” Pam put her elbows on the bar. “How was work?”

Judy made a face. “Oh, just wonderful. It’s the end of the month, so we were doing inventory all day. And we didn’t get finished, so I have more of the same to look forward to on Monday. Hooray,” she said sourly. Her job at a medical supply company paid the bills, but it wasn’t exactly what she had expected when she graduated from college. Still, the way the economy was going these days, she was lucky to have a job. “How about you?”

Pam smiled. “Oh, you would not believe what Artie did today.”

Judy rolled her eyes. Pam taught first grade, and Artie Sherman had become a recurring character in their evening conversations the last few months. Personally, if she’d had to deal with a kid who had hit another student over the head with one of his shoes, had managed to get glue in his hair, and who said that all girls were ‘stinky,’ all in the first month of calls, she’d have been tempted to give him a good swift kick in the butt. But her girlfriend had the patience of a saint, and despite her stories, actually seemed to like the little goober.

“So we’re doing art class,” Pam went on. Danny set her drink in front of her, and she nodded her thanks, taking a sip. “Oh, that’s just what I needed. Anyway, everyone is supposed to be doing a picture of themselves. Which isn’t as easy as you might think with crayons. And I’m walking around, making sure the boys aren’t drawing monsters and girls aren’t drawing unicorns.

“And Artie comes up to me with a great big smile and shows me his picture. And I look at it. And it’s actually pretty good. I mean, you can tell it’s a person, with jeans and a shirt the same color as the one he had on. But it’s got these little squiggles on each shoulder.

“So I say to him, ‘Artie, what’s this?’”

“And he says, ‘Those are the people who whisper in my ear. I like to listen to the bad one.’”

Judy snorted, then laughed out loud.

“Right?” Pam giggled. Along the bar, heads turned. “I nearly lost it right there. I just had to give him a hug, he was so cute. And I told him that maybe he should start listening to the good one instead.”

Judy smiled fondly at her girlfriend, and took her hand. Their fingers twined. The three words, which she had been wanting to say for weeks, blurted out of her. “I love you, you know.”

“Oh.” Pam’s eyes went wide, and her grip on her hand tightened. “You’ve…never said that before.”

She raised her hand to her mouth, and kissed her knuckles. “I wasn’t brave enough. Until now.”

“Oh,” Pam repeated. She blinked rapidly, her eyes wet. “Wow.”

“You don’t have to say it, you know.”

“Say what?”

Judy felt warmth rise to her cheeks. “That you love me.”

A secret smile curled Pam’s pink lips. “Is that something you would like to hear me say?”

If she blushed any harder, Judy thought her face would catch fire. “Maybe. Yes.”

“Well, I do then.” Pam leaned close, whispering in her ear. “I don’t care how hard you try to hide it, Judith McReynolds. Under that prickly shell of yours, your heart is soft as butter.” A hand slid down her back. Judy leaned forward, her eyes closing in a soft moan as Pam squeezed her rear. “And I love you, too. Though how I’m supposed to tell my parents that I’m in love with a damn Yankee, I’ll never know.”

“A Yankee? I’m from Indiana!” Judy sputtered.

“Have you heard my brothers talk about basketball? Rule One: Kentucky is the best. Rule Two: Anyone who’s not from Kentucky is the enemy.”

“Right.” Judy leaned back in her chair, her eyes catching her lover’s in the mirror behind the bar.

She sighed wistfully. They truly were opposites. Pam was small, slender, dark-haired and pale-skinned, a true Southern beauty. Judy was taller, fuller at breast and hip, with light brown hair that she was never quite happy with, and eyes that were interchangeably light blue or foggy gray, depending on the light.

“You know,” Pam said, swirling her drink in her glass. “All this true-love confession stuff has kind of got me in a romantical sort of mood.” Her smile turned briefly wicked. “I got an e-mail earlier. The package came today.”

“Oh?” Her heart began to beat faster. “And would the package…include a package?”

“I think it might,” Pam snickered naughtily.

“Then why are we hanging out around here?” she asked, and raised her hand for the check.

The box was right where they expected, sitting by the door to their apartment. Judy picked it up while Pam unlocked the door, her heart thumping in excitement.

She was so lucky, she thought, as she took her lover in her arms once they were inside, kissing her hungrily. Not only was Pam sweet, and loving, and sexy, and patient when she was in a cranky mood. But she was also refreshingly kinky in bed.

The two of them had been introduced by a mutual friend, who had grown so exasperated by Judy’s complaints that it was impossible for her to find a girlfriend in Louisville, where there was Baptist church on every corner, that he had set her up on a blind date. Half-dreading the encounter, Judy had been stunned when Pamela Whitmer had entered the restaurant, her sapphire-blue eyes lighting up in infectious good cheer when they had met hers.

They hadn’t gone to bed after the first date. But they had after the second. And barely a month later, they each had so much of their stuff over at each other’s places that it made perfect sense for them to get an apartment and move in together.

It had been just a few weeks ago that they had started confessing some of their secret fantasies and kinks, a conversation brought on by a bottle of really good red wine and an erotic movie on the television. Judy’s palms had grown slick with sweat as she told Pam that she had always fantasized about using a strap-on with one of her girlfriends, to be able to make a lover cum by screwing her the way a man did.

Her jaw had fallen wide open when Pam had blushed prettily and confessed that she wanted the exact same thing, but from the other side. That the thought of having a woman take control in bed that way made her excited.