Creepy Futa Duets

By Gia Maria Marquez

Two paranormal futa tales to keep you up all night!

In Futanari Ghost Butt, Sophie isn’t satisfied in bed. Her husband takes what he wants without a care for her needs. That’s when Fortunata, the ghost who lives in Sophie’s bathroom, steps in. Fortunata knows exactly what to do to make Sophie feel good. But will the bathroom ghost give Sophie the fright of her life before giving her the time of her life?

When Arthur’s car breaks down in Futa Farmgirl, the last thing he expects is a warm welcome from the locals. He’s a hotshot from the big city. If he’d known how friendly buxom farmgirls could be, he’d have skipped town long ago! Once he’s manhandled by a farmgirl with more, will he ever go home again? Or will this angel keep him in Heaven forever?

• Language: English
• Publisher: BetweenTwo
• Release date: Oct 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215184134

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Creepy Futa Duets

Two Ghostly Stories

By Gia Maria Marquez

Futanari Ghost Butt

Ray rolled over, seeming thoroughly satisfied.

That was great, he said, petting his young wife like a dog.  Best sex I’ve ever had.

She found his platitudes hard to believe, especially since they had sex every day and twice on weekends. Not just that, but the sex they had was mostly the same: she undressed for bed, he got hard just looking at her ample breasts and marble-white dick.  He just had to have her.  No problem there.  She loved the brutality he brought to sex.  He’d toss her on the bed, flip her over, and fuck her ass until he filled it with cum. 

Aching and hard, she would ask her sleepy husband if she could roll him over, do the same to him.

He would chuckle groggily, then say, Not tonight, baby.  Maybe tomorrow.

But tomorrow never came, and she realized now it never would.

He was snoring already.

She crept out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to expel his splooge.  When she got there, she nearly screamed.

There was a dark-haired woman in her bathroom, a stranger wearing a silky purple negligee.

Out of her mind with fear, Sophie whispered, Ray!  Ray?

She hadn’t closed the bathroom door just yet, and she turned see him rolling onto his belly.  What good was a husband if her desperation didn’t wake him?

Sophie swivelled back around to ask the stranger who she was and what she was doing in their bathroom... but the woman was gone.  Poof!  Disappeared, just like that.

It must have been my imagination, Sophie said to her reflection in the mirror.

It wasn’t, the mirror replied, and as soon as she’d heard the voice, a soft grey mist appeared where her reflection ought to be.  It was the woman, the same woman with the dark hair.  Only her face this time, a beautiful pale face with blood-red lips.  Kiss-me lips.

Don’t scream, the woman said.  We don’t want to wake your husband.

Who are you? Sophie asked.  She was surprised to get the words out. 

Fortunata, the woman said, as if that ought to mean something.

Who?

Fortunata, the woman repeated slowly.  I’ve been listening in on your thoughts, dear girl.

Sophie’s whole body trembled.  What do you mean?  How?

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