Sandra who happens to be a Futanari (futa x male, attempt to be realistic)

Introduction

Well, this is a bit of an experimental idea. Picture if you will a pretty girl with a dick. It's a hot day so she is naked (a conceit as I suspect most women wear clothes at home but where would we be otherwise?). She is not raping a guy's ass, getting fucked by her dog, or 69ing with another futa. She is just sitting watching TV, or doing basic chores, or microwaving some lunch.

Her penis isn't 26 inches long but somewhere around 6 when erect, flaccid at the moment, her breasts a mere C cup rather than the grotesque proportions I see in some hentai. Her body is slim with some baby fat rather than the death camp survivor look of a supermodel. She is pretty and cute but not smokin' model hot. She is not wearing the whorish makeup of a whore or porn star. She has neither tattoos nor piercings other than her ears.

She is no more likely to rape someone or do anything "weird" than anyone else. Despite her being a futa she considers herself heterosexual as most women do (at first at least). Sadly for her she has trouble finding a romantic relationship with a man due to her abnormality.

Not exactly your typical Futanari, Sandra is a normal pretty girl who just happens to have a cock above her vagina. She is the star of our story and the whole concept of a realistic futa, as opposed to the succubi I'm so used to, has been turning me on lately.

Also, in addition I want to use this story to do things a little different than most stories. What I mean is that I want to use fetishes and ideas and scenarios that I don't see often if at all in other erotic fiction. Some of my unusual ideas you may like, some might bore you, and maybe I might show you something you wouldn't know you wanted to fap to until now. For example I've never read a scene with a futa shaving her pubes. Turns me on, but may leave other people confused. This whole story concept, "a normal girl who happens to have a dick, how does this affect her", is pretty unusual.

I don't want to write the same stories as everyone else. Nothing against 'Futa rapes guy', God knows I've gotten off to such stories countless times (he's a perverted voyeur). I just need to be unique otherwise why bother. I know I am only a decent writer, not a great one. If I were to write the same sort of material as everyone else I would be boring and forgettable. Let's put it this way, Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson once said "I didn't want to be just another third-rate guitar player who sounded like a bunch of other third-rate guitar players. I wanted to do something that was a bit more idiosyncratic, hence the switch to another instrument.", he went on to become the greatest flautist in Rock history. I wrote that fully aware that mentioning Jethro Tull would make some people groan and others think I'm talking about Country music or something.

Basically what I'm trying to say is that I'm doing my best to write differently, so perhaps you might consider this whole business an experimental dickgirl whacking fantasy. Or something like that. Either that or I'm being self indulgent to my weird ass fetishes even relative to the weird-assed fetish site I'm posting this on and am trying to justify it. Either way.

Thanks to Gilgamesh for explaining how to do this chapter spoiler thingy.

Chapter 1: Alarm Clocks and Snowballing

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Fuck"

Snooze button.

9 minutes later...

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Guhhhhhhhhhhh...."

Snooze button.

9 minutes later...

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Just one more time"

5 minutes later...

"Ah fuck it..." I say to myself as I crawl out of bed. I turn off the alarms and groan sleepily. I stretch my arms behind my back which incidentally pushes my breasts forward. Then I notice that I'm not the only one who has woken up. My hand moves instinctively to my morning wood and begins to rub it. Morning wood? It's past 12:30. Not that I have anything to do today.

I lay back down on the bed, lying on my back. I close my eyes and think of this guy I saw at work the other day. I picture my cock sliding in and out of his mouth, that my fingers are his lips. Not that I've ever had a blowjob before. The only sexual experiences I've ever had were in my teenage years and they weren't much to talk about, but just thinking about them makes me tighten my grip and stroke that much faster.

My first sexual experience with another person was when I was only 14. My older brother Todd who was 17 at the time, whom I had a crush on for some time, let me watch him masturbate and give him a handjob. He didn't know I was playing hooky from school that day and thought he had the house to himself for an hour until I got home. So there he was sitting on the couch with his pants around his

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