Futa Family Man - M/FU, FU/M, Growth

Two things had happen in a year that had changed my life more than anything else has in the past.

First thing – I got a girlfriend after a dry period. Wonderful little bomb of energy and smiles. This is not about how we ended up together. But to be fair, a small introduction is necessary. Well, because that’s going to be vital later. I’ll try not to be too descriptive and beating around the bush with this part. But if needed I can always elaborate later.

I met her at a travelling fair in my town. She was running the shooting range and her big smiles and high spirits got a lot of guys to flock around her stand. Including me. She stood on a box, to gain a little extra height. But when she bounced back and forth in the stand it was plain to see that she wasn't the tallest kid around. I guessed at the time that she was around 5’4. She was very tomboyish in her looks. She wore a dark red vest, white shirt and brown flannel pants. She was slight in build and I would have wagered around an A-size of boob fun. Almost shoulder length brown hair and also brown eyes.

But her voice was large and so her smiles and I couldn't help going back again and again. And I even believed I got a little better each time at shooting the little yellow ducks that popped up.

Though I felt a little bad at my clumsiness and slight stalker tendencies – not being able to ask her out or strike an up a better conversation that the standard small talk of sunny weather.

But thankfully she knew and when I visited her stand the next day we agreed to a date. And it was brilliant. She was fun, cheerful, smart and really interesting. She also lived in the city and only had the carny job to make some extra money. And she introduced herself as Melanie. But preferred just to be called Mel.

We started dating – which led to kissing and then one night a little more. But before that happened, Mel confessed that she wasn't like other girls. Actually, she was born different. Quite different from the other girls. When she was conceived her body apparently couldn’t decide if she should be a boy or girl. So it made her both she said.

I was at the time a bit confused with where this was going. So with a huge grin she just stood up, dropped her pants and showed me.

The sight of a cock dangling from her was a bit shocking. But she showed me herself with such calm and genuine fascination with herself that I felt relaxed.

It was flaccid and not that big. Maybe slightly less than me. And below it were her scrotum and I remember her saying: “And this is the fun part” as lifted up her sack and revealed a pink moist pussy. Fun because that she got all the stuff to play with. And hoped I would like to play with them too.

To explain my stand on it; I was fine with it. Sex is sex and fun is fun. I’m not anti-gay or anything. My preference is women and when Mel was walking me through how her body worked I found out that if she had a cock or not it didn’t matter. Also might have been that it didn’t matter in the face of getting laid within a few minutes. I was extremely horny and attracted to Mel. I probably would have accepted anything at that time.

So we did it. And since then many times. Six months later she moved in with me. Well, she were already staying there almost every day since our first night together so no need not just to go the full step.

It was an amazing time. For each day we spent together we learned more about each other and it seemed we just couldn’t get enough.

One night we had built ourselves up to a heck of sexual frenzy. And when we finally could get loose we tackled each other like there were no tomorrow. I did her, she did me and we switched constantly in a rolling mass of limps and moans.

I was having her legs on my shoulders and was ramming my own modest cock hard into her pussy. Somehow her balls never got in the way – or they did, she enjoyed it. Immensely.

I was getting closer and closer and said so with the intention of covering her with my cum.

But her legs went down and wrapped themselves around my waist. She wanted me to cum in her. She had told me before that due to her nature there were almost no chance of her getting pregnant. She had the tools but they were not strong or mature enough to actually start carrying a child. She just wanted to feel me cumming in her.

Even so we had always used condoms in the past – or I had. I wasn’t too worried about making pregnant. But I just felt a little safer with that.

Though I must admit that I felt that she tried her best to make pregnant me with the heavy loads she sometimes deposited in me.

But that night, with all the pent-up sexual energy we had skip

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