Cindy and Mindy [futa, amazon, ]

Story by djubre666

This is actually a second story for me, but a first futa. I hope you guys like it, if you find any properly written grammar don't be afraid the mistakes are right around the corner

First two chapters are more of a character introduction, chapter 3 is more to the point...

All chapters have been proofread and corrected by Duuude

Cindy and Mindy futarization :D

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The continuation of this story can be found at:

http://www.futanaripalace.com/showthread.php?56157-Cindy-And-Mindy-Arc-2-(futa-amazon-excessive-size-more-tags-at-chapters)&p=1112656#post1112656

Ch. 1 - Homecoming

After 5 years of studying abroad, I was quite happy to come back home to my own little backwater of a town. Back to all the nice memories.

I really wanted to visit my neighbor, Miss Shanks. Back in the day, while I was still in high school, I started babysitting her twins when they were 10 years old. This was always a bit awkward, as the girls, owing to their mother's genetics, were as tall as I was. By the time I left for college three years later, at only 13, they were already several inches taller. Off course, they were still obedient as I was the older person, but already the start of puberty could be noticed in their teasing and occasional ignoring of orders. But I couldn't care less if I was babysitting Bigfoot because of Miss Shanks. She would always find a way to treat me to something extra: seducing, making love to and raping the teenage me, as the first girl I ever had.

And what a first, Miss Shanks was hot beyond belief. At 6'7" she was over a foot taller than my tiny 5'3" and strong enough to easily lift me. She had a fit and toned body with large bountiful breasts, and a slim narrow waist spreading into a wide curvy ass continued by endlessly long thick strong legs. She was the embodiment of voluptuousness, and true to her stature, the entire neighborhood was drooling after her, but I never saw her with other men.

The reason for this was that Miss Shanks was a futa, meaning that between her lovely well shaped thighs, along with all the appropriate female parts, she also had a penis. Or rather, she had a cock as the thing was too big and intimidating to be called a penis. It was huge, easily twice my size even limp and as big or bigger as anything I ever saw in porn movies. I fell in love with it immediately, much to Miss Shanks surprise; I guess she was expecting me to run away.

I used to love watching her ride me. She would squeeze me in a crushing embrace between her long legs and continue to pounce on me almost hard enough to break the bed. And all the while her large breasts would slosh heavily into each other in crashing waves while her 14" erection would slap heavily onto my stomach, occasionally squirting spurts of precum almost as large as my own cumming spurts. When she finally came, it was almost like a flood. If I didn't jerk of for a week, I would be able to cum barely one fifth of what she could. I must admit, in the beginning, I was quite intimidated by her size. When we were both fully erect, I could barely reach up to half the height and barely a quarter of circumference of the large thick throbbing thing. It felt really humbling to have it flop down on me completely, covering my own erection under the prodigious mass of cock flesh. But instead of freaking out, I have soon developed a burning passion for her thing.

Her additional equipment fascinated me to no end. I loved watching it outline against her clothes, or watching the large purple head peaking out of her skirt, pulsing with her heartbeats. And after sex, watching the 11" flaccid thing flap against her thighs as she walked naked.

I considered for a while that I might be gay, but I soon found out I had no attraction to the male gender whatsoever. As soon as I left for college, I started feeling a craving for her. Sure, there were other girls that I had sex with, but the image of Miss Shanks bouncing on top of me was always nagging at the back of my mind.

During the next six years, I didn't visit home very often. The first few visits, I met Miss Shanks a few times. After that, we would always miss. She would be visiting her daughters in their school while I was at home. So, when I finally graduated and came back, I made it my priority to visit my neighbor as soon as possible. Finishing up all the greetings and other necessities with my parents and relatives the first two days, my hands were almost shaking with anticipation for the upcoming visit.

Miss Shanks was delighted to see me, and I shared her opinion as soon as I saw that time had little influence on her figure. Just as I was getting ready to hug the object of my desires, Jerry came out of a side room. Jerry was mighty pleased to meet me; I wasn't pleased to meet him. Jerry was

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