Single Serving

A very short one. The challenge this time was to write a short story that was actually...short. It seems everything I'm writing just gets longer and longer. I set myself a five-pages-or-less limit, and came in at 4.5. Hope ya'll enjoy. Futa/Male/Female, cum bath.

Single Serving

A short story by jokermon

This is a piece of erotic fantasy fiction, presented solely for the entertainment of adults. It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content. If that's not your thing, don't read it. If it is unlawful for you to read this type of material where you reside, don't read it. Nothing in this story is factual and it is not intended to represent any real-life people or medical conditions.

This story is copyright the author©2008. Please do not repost without permission.

Her robe hung open, unbelted. It covered her nipples, but tantalized with a pornographic vision of breasty cleavage. Her considerable bosom actually looked bigger now, if that was possible. Her belly, the tiny brown square of her pubes and the thick detumescent length of her wet, spent cock were all bared to his gaze. It had the flushed, veined smoothness of polished marble. It dangled more than halfway down to her knees, the great exposed circumcised bulb of its head a mellower, sated pink color now. It had been an angry, ruddy purple when she forced it into Catherine earlier, he remembered.

His guts gnawed themselves in envy even as his own lesser member jutted in painful urgency. Her beautiful face treated him to a faint smile. It was not quite a smirk. Not quite.

“Go ahead,” she murmured, lighting a cigarette and dragging deeply. She blew a cloud out over the stone railing, over the crashing surf of the Pacific, and waved her cigarette toward the stout oak door at the end of the colonnade behind her. “She’s ready for you now.” She leaned back comfortably against the white stucco and stared out at the moon and stars through the Spanish villa’s arched pillars.

A small jewel of white oozed from the lips of her penis; it rested there, briefly, a nesting pearl. He couldn’t stop staring. He watched it elongate and drop to the mosaic tile floor on a long silvery thread.

Idly, she took her penis in hand and stroked it, gently working out the last few drops. She heaved an indulgent, pleasure-filled sigh, and then held up a gleaming finger.

“Appetizer?” she asked, and her smirk was unequivocal now.

“Sure” he said steadily, surprising both her and himself. He leaned forward and took her finger into his mouth. The taste of her s