LET'S PLAY HORSE (FUTAS)

Hope you like it. A bit slow but some sex too, as usual.

LET’S PLAY HORSE

Heather Edwards looked forward to the call from her best friend Samantha Gower. Everyone called her Sam. She was five feet eight, a total tomboy and fit like fuck. She had biceps, real biceps and a deep six pack stomach, which she showed off with half cut t shirts almost all the time.

Heather was only five feet and when she got the call from her girl friend, it always made her guffaw loudly. She sucked at basketball and everyone knew it. She knew it most of all but always took the challenge. She liked spending time with her best friend, watching that strong body move about the half court, making shot after shot while Heather was happy if she hit the backboard, which sadly, wasn’t all that often. Sam would always try and give her pointers after her lousy shots, which Heather loved. Not that she’d learn anything, but it was the physical closeness of her friend that excited her.

But Heather’s life was not all happy. She was born a hermaphrodite. At first, she didn’t understand since she was an only child. It was only later that she found out her father forbid her mother to have any more children, fearing another dreaded embarrassment.

Her father was disgusted, her mother stoic. Heather’s penis was pretty strange when it came to cocks. She had a very thick foreskin about her cock head, almost a half inch thick and terribly veiny. Her dick head was hidden almost two inches deep so that when little Heather was pissing, it went all over the place. Her mother made her sit to pee so that all the spray would go into the bowl, not all over the commode and floor.

As Heather aged, her cock thickened and lengthened, yet her rosy pink cock head never made it out of its sheath. So she got used to it, learning how to clean it really good. Her testes also grew larger and hung lower so that by her first period, they hung to the middle of her thighs wrapped in a very wrinkled brownish sack.

She didn’t have any outside friends at first. Her mother sheltered her to the point of practically being in a prison. She was home schooled and wasn’t allowed to play with the neighbor kids. Sadly, she’d watch from the window as the kids ran around next door or across the street. She always dreamed of going out and playing one day.

Crying almost every day, her mother finally began to explore the futa experience by seeking councilors and other support groups. That is how she met Sam. Sam was a year older and also had a dick, a thick eight incher with baseball sized testicles, though neither had showed each other their endowments.

When they met, Heather was so happy she cried. Sam took a shining to her and soon they were inseparable. Though Sam lived twenty minutes away in another town, since she was older she got her license first and would drive over and they’d play together.

This particular day Sam came over