Doubly Endowed

by Bradley Stoke

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Hermaphrodite, Caution, School, .

Desc: Sex Story: Eunice is doubly endowed. Not only is she a beautiful girl, but she possesses assets not shared by most other women and normally associated with men. Life is good for her. She has all the sex and drugs a girl could ever desire. But she is not satisfied until she can also have possession of Yolanda.

illustration of a woman with big tits and a big dick

There was a very real sense in which Eunice could be considered doubly endowed. Not only was she a very attractive young girl, possessed of a proud pair of breasts, with good-sized nipples, and a slender figure, she was also possessed of an asset which even in these more enlightened times was a matter for comment. The unsuspected side-effect of the gender determination drugs of an earlier generation was still uncommon enough that those, like herself, who were blessed with more than the one set of characteristics, would stand rather apart from other people.

However, although some might still consider Eunice a freak for having a quite impressive penis and testicles instead of the vagina and clitoris more normal for her gender, she was one who had become expert at using her peculiar assets to her advantage. In fact, as she sat next to her best friend, Enid, in the university student common room, at the table and on the couch where they always sat, she saw no reason to hide her assets at all. Just as anyone passing by could easily see the heave and thrust of her bosom, coquettishly revealed by a partly unbuttoned blouse, so too could they easily catch a glimpse of her flaccid penis as it trailed out on the polyvinyl seat from underneath the microskirt she chose to wear. Eunice was not a girl to conceal her assets, and when her assets were double the usual quotient, then why hide that fact either? And what people made of that, well, she just didn't give a fuck. Most people were stupid anyway.

Enid and Eunice were holding court as always, pockets stuffed with pills and tabs and plastic bags, all carefully weighed out and counted, all ready for sale to anyone who knew just why the two girls always sat in the same place, out of sight from the bar and the food counter, in the shadow of a pillar, where their transactions were hidden from prying eyes. And if anyone did want to bring an end to the lucrative business that kept the girls in restaurant meals and expensive clothes, then Eunice knew exactly how to turn her feminine charms and her unusual endowments to devastating advantage.

She liked fucking anyway. Whatever twist of DNA coding had given an otherwise feminine woman such an extraordinary appendage had also given her rather more sexual desire than was normally found on a woman. And she didn't mind if she did the fucking or she was the one being fucked, although she was wholly without the benefit of a vagina. And Eunice was a lucky girl. Whether she was to find a woman or man with whom to make love on those many occasions in a day when she wanted to, she knew she could always rely on Enid, whose own sexual appetite was similarly great, although she was as biologically normal as a girl could be. But a girl who was so beautiful that the mere sight of her, let alone the tender touch of her long slim fingers or the pursed kiss of her full red lipsticked mouth, was sufficient to arouse Eunice's penis to full erectness.

Enid loved Eunice's penis when it was stiff and she'd often tempt it into life, even here in full sight of anyone who was positioned in such a way to see round the pillar and past the dangling installation that had been placed by the arts department. But Enid was only one of Eunice's many regular lovers, although by far the most frequently enjoyed. Anyway, Enid had her own lovers. Lovers who would be shared with Eunice's own on those occasions when the girls' appetite for sex reached orgy proportions. And then one room or other in the university halls would be filled with the naked sweating bodies of three, four, five or more students, in a polysexual, polyamorous, polytechnic polonaise of passion.

Eunice even had a secret lover, little Amelia: such an innocent looking girl with glasses and plaits who most would think was destined for the convent and who displayed as much apparent interest for sex as a eunuch or a nun. But Amelia was a girl who got pleasure from the masochistic fun that Eunice relished imposing on her. No punishment was too cruel. No humiliation too severe. Amelia was Eunice's sex slave. And Eunice enjoyed every moment of their secret sadomasochistic liaisons. Amelia knew well the taste of Eunice's shit, the warmth of Eunice's urine and the bruises brought about by Eunice's slaps and punches. And underneath the demure clothes she wore, Eunice had endowed on her lover not only scratches and bruises, but piercings and jewellery, including a padlock to her vagina for which only Eunice had the key.

Surely, Eunice had everything. She had the lovers. She had the pleasure of every sexual fantasy. She had the body of a woman. And she had the genitals of the most well endowed man. And she also had the brains that were enough to let her cruise through a university student life with the maximum of pleasure and the minimum of inconvenience. The provision of services, narcotic or sexual, made her student loan a mere trifle that she maintained for appearance's sake. And the main purpose of further education, to be educated, was something she achieved with remarkably little effort, doing just enough to keep her enrolled beyond each landmark examination. And helped by Amelia and others where necessary, including her easily tempted tutors, in getting through those annoying pieces of coursework, whose deadlines were always looming, so that she could pursue a life where she could satisfy her boundless desire.

"You had enough gawping at my cock, Brian?" Eunice asked the skinny, slightly pockmarked boy opposite her who was fiddling with a small plastic bag.

"You what?" he retorted, but his eyes were drawn back again and again to the tip of Eunice's penis as it poked out from underneath her microskirt and trailed over the dark blue seat, a glimpse of purple glans showing as a small pond in the encircling foreskin.

"You fucking heard me! I bet you want me to fuck you up the arse and then for you to lick the shit off my dick again. Is that what you want?"

"Sshh!" hissed Brian in genuine alarm. "You don't want others to hear you."

"Don't you want your mates to know you're a closet homo, Brian?" sneered Enid. She put a hand on Eunice's glans and stroked it lovingly. "You like a bit of meat, but you want your mates to think you do the poking."

"Stop it!" Brian cried in alarm. "Anyway I'm here for business."

"Business, eh?" Eunice said with scorn. "If all you and your cock-hungry mates can afford is twenty-eight tabs, that's not what I call fucking business. And if you want any more you're going to have to pay upfront. I'm not a fucking charity. And I'm not a fucking bank. Discounts don't start till you hit the quarter-weight or the ton. And you pissy cocksuckers are just going to have to pay full whack till then."

"But I sort of thought, Eunice..."

"You fucking thought wrong. A fuck is a fuck is a fuck. It doesn't give you any fucking privileges. In fact, you should be grateful I give my cock away for nothing from time to time. There's a lot of professors would pay through the fucking nose for what you got. So, fuck off, Brian! You want fucking more, you and your mates have got to scrape together a lot more pretty polly."

Eunice and Enid laughed as they watched Brian go away.

"He might give good head," Enid chuckled, "but it's not in his head he keeps his brains."

"Yeah!" agreed Eunice, flipping open a packet of cigarettes, pulling two out and offering one to Enid. "These fuckwits don't know when to stop when it comes to shovelling pills down their fucking necks. He'll get the extra cash, you see. Come back for a ton. And maybe that quarter-weight he's been going on about. And it'll all be gone in a weekend."

The two girls settled back against the wall, watching the to-ing and fro-ing of the other students, while puffing out rings of smoke through their mouths and nostrils, balancing the cigarettes vertically in their fingers, their long legs stretching from the slim pretence of covering hinted at by their microskirts down past their knees and slender calves to the dainty pumps on their feet.

"Fuck! She's a looker!" exclaimed Eunice.


"That girl there. The tall one with the long black hair. She's alright, she is. You don't see many girls like that in a semester!"

"Hey, Eunice. What about me? I thought I was the one."

"Yeah! You're the one. You're fucking it, Enid!" agreed Eunice leaning her head to one side and kissing Enid gently on the lips. "But she's a real fucking head-turner, she is!"

Enid crumpled up her forehead and studied the girl who was standing by a wall reading the various student notices. She was tall and she had long black hair that came halfway down her back. She had a shapely figure and a sweet face, but she dressed rather modestly, almost demurely: a flared skirt to her knees and a tee shirt under her cardigan that was tasteful rather than striking.

"I dunno, Eunice. She's okay. But she's not a fucking stunner. But you like them a bit frumpy, don't you girlfriend?"

Eunice blushed slightly. This was a not-so-subtle reference to the time when they were both blitzed out of it and Eunice confessed to Enid about her sex slave. A secret now shared, and somehow lessened by the sharing. When would Enid want a bit of action? Somehow, Eunice liked the exclusivity of having her own sex slave. It made her masturbatory fantasies the richer when they were realised in actuality.

"This girl's different. I dunno. She's not just a good looker."

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