I thought futanari were fictional characters, like those wimpy girls in “Discode” or “Parade Parade”.”“We’re real, but rare.” I tried ...o smile. “Get me a towel, and I’ll give you two hundred dollars!”“I don’t see any pockets.” She laughed. “I’m not touching any money if it’s up your ass.”“What? No!” I gulped. “I can write you a check once I get back to my car!”“A check?” She looked at me like I was stupid. “What is this, the twentieth century? Who the hell uses checks any more?”“We can get in. Some of what she did was erotic, all of it was beautiful. Finally we moved to shallow water and hugged again. My overwhelming emotion was pure joy. The same seemed to be true of Joyce. I thought: ‘Joyce – Joy, Joy- Joyce. OK.’ We toweled off. We stayed playful. Her suit, what there was of it, dried very quickly. She dried her hair with the hair dryer we kept in the shed. Things unfold. Then we put on our outerwear and returned indoors. She peeled down to her bikini. We sat together on the. “Suck your mother’s tits,” he mumbled, and even through the haze of exhaustion, he could feel Niles’ anger flare.“How do you like this?” he snarled.Mr. Foster opened his mouth to emit another utterance, and was delighted to find that before he could get any words out, the Mentor’s erection forcibly entered his mouth.When he’d been at college, almost twenty years ago, Niles had experimented with homosexuality - he’d enjoyed the few encounters he’d been involved with, but it utterly paled in. I asked what she was thinking about as they were about to fuck? Without hesitation she responded, “How many times I’m gonna cum on his cock.” She confirmed that she had done all the slutty things I liked with him, riding his cock than stopping to suck it clean every so often. How he returned the favor, and she enjoyed the ass licking dog-style nearly as much as he seemed to. With my cock throbbing rock hard I could wait no longer and dove down to sample her sweet muff. Her freshly pounded.