Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2008 18:43:50 +0000
From: bradley stoke <bradley_stoke@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Doubly Endowed" by Bradley Stoke

Doubly Endowed
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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.

"Wassat?"

"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."

"Fuck! You're soft, you are, Eunice," laughed Enid. She placed
her hand on Eunice's penis. "Well, actually you're not soft at all.
That piece of skirt's got you fucking stiff. You're not going to
be able to stand up without your skirt ripping!"

"Don't be fucking stupid!" Eunice responded, adjusting herself
as she eased herself up, so that her erect penis pushed upward
and outward, and then tied her sweater round her waist so that
the bulge in her skirt couldn't be seen under the crossed sleeves
tied at the front.

"You gonna talk to that girl?" wondered Enid.

"That's the idea!"

Eunice strode off, her sweater around her waist, and her skin
bare from the rise of her breasts, where her blouse was
truncated, to her waist, a gleam of silver shining from her
pierced navel. She stood boldly next to the girl.

"You a badminton fan?" she asked bluntly.

The girl started, surprised at being addressed so abruptly.

"Yes. I play badminton. And hockey and lacrosse."

"Good sports, aren't they?" Eunice agreed. "You're new here,
aren't you? My name's Eunice. What's yours?"

"Eunice?" mused the girl as if recalling something. Eunice
wondered whether the girl might not have been warned about
her. Her notoriety was extensive and there had been many
coded references to her and her activities in the student
newspaper. "My name's Yolanda. But I'm not new here. I just
don't come into the student common room very often."

"Yolanda. That's a pretty name. Yolanda. I like the sound of
that. I'd like to get to know you better. Would you like to come
out for dinner this evening?"

"Dinner?"

"A proper restaurant. Not the student refectory."

"That sounds expensive."

"I can pay. What do you say?"

Yolanda hesitated. Perhaps she was just overwhelmed by
Eunice's swift action, but then Eunice was not a girl who would
let anything deter her from what needed to be done. And if it
meant she had to work fast, then that's what she had to do.

"Are you asking me out? As if for a date?" asked Yolanda.

"Well, of course. It'll be fun, won't it?"

Yolanda looked Eunice up and down, from her delicate and
expensive pumps, past her knees, thighs, folded sweater,
bosom and that self-confident face. "I've heard about you,
Eunice," Yolanda spoke nervously. "You're not quite the same
as other girls, are you?" She nodded towards Eunice's groin.

"Is that a problem?"

"No problem. But I hope you won't think I'm rude, but I fear I
shall have to decline your kind offer of a date."

"It doesn't have to be tonight. Any night you like. Just say."

Yolanda sighed. "I'm very flattered that you're so keen to make
my acquaintance. But it's not because I'm busy that I would
rather not join you or any of your friends for a dinner date. Or
any other kind of date, for that matter. Please don't take
offence, but that's all there is to it."

And with that, and without waiting for Eunice to formulate a
reply, Yolanda spun around on her heels and strode off out of
the student common room. Eunice stood, feeling
unaccustomedly rejected and almost on the edge of dejection,
but her penis remained rock hard and stiff: its head threatening
to emerge through the sash that secured her microskirt to her
slim body.

It was Amelia however who was to get the most physical
manifestation of Eunice's frustration in her lack of success in
picking up Yolanda. Amelia had shit pasted over her face, urine
jetted down her throat and her arse was left a red and blue
mass of ruler slaps and spanks. And it was only after a very
vigorous buggering, that once again brought blood to poor
Amelia's stools, that Eunice was sufficiently satisfied to once
more secure Amelia's padlock and make her way to Enid's
bedroom in the hall of residence, where she could enjoy the
more tender sex that the two lovers much preferred to share
between them,

However, Eunice wasn't to be that easily deterred. In fact,
Yolanda became almost an obsession for her. She found out
when and where Yolanda would be playing hockey or lacrosse
and dawdled around the perimeter of the pitch where the girl
was playing, her hair tied back in a pony-tail, her legs striding
out as she swerved and shimmied around, more often in
possession of the ball than not, her short skirt flying up and
revealing a tantalising glimpse of the white knickers beneath,
and a determined look on her face. Fuck! Eunice was almost
beginning to see some point in these pissy girlie games that
Yolanda was so skilled at. But after the game, Yolanda always
vanished from sight and Eunice stood unaccustomedly alone
wondering why she'd even bothered.

"Fuck!" Enid exclaimed when Eunice announced her plans.
"You must be fucking demented! When did you ever get into
hockey? I thought you liked soccer. And you've only ever
watched it as far as I know."

"I dunno. I sort of thought I need a bit more exercise. All this
blow! It's just not healthy!"

"Don't be so fucking wet! You get loads of exercise in bed. I
don't know anyone who fucks like you! It's that fucking
Yolanda bitch, isn't it?"

Eunice blushed, but she hid it by blowing out a huge ring of
cannabis smoke, which grew and grew into a huge hoop before
dissipating into wisps. "That's fucking libel, that is. But there's a
lot of good skirt on the hockey pitch, I can tell you. Those
sporty bitches! They've got figures to fucking die for!"

"But no fucking tits!" snarled Enid, blowing out her own smoke
ring from the spliff before returning it to Eunice.

Eunice was soon to discover that she was no expert at hockey,
but at least she got to share the changing room with Yolanda.
And with plenty of other girls. But it was with these other girls,
not Yolanda, she got the sex she was beginning to crave more
and more with the girl who'd persuaded her to spend time
away from the student junior common room and her usual
company. And they weren't bad. These fit girls had pretty good
bodies really. The exercise had tightened the muscles on their
stomachs, legs and arms: nothing lax and puffy there! And
perhaps one or two might feel a bit weird to have a woman's
penis thrust into their cunt, but Eunice loved to introduce her
new supply of bedfellows to novel experiences that they might
otherwise only fantasise about.

But Yolanda... Eunice might share the changing room with her,
but Yolanda never took a shower with the other girls, having
been given privileged access to the private staff showers, so
Eunice never even got the opportunity to see in her naked glory
the woman who obsessed her.

"Yolanda!" she pleaded, surprising the girl as she left the
changing rooms, smelling sweetly of talcum powder and with
her bag slung over her shoulder. "Why do you avoid me?"

"Eunice. If you think that pursuing me onto the hockey pitch is
going to change what I think of you, then you really aren't as
bright as your grades imply."

And with that, Yolanda strode off, her firm buttocks shifting up
and down in such a sensuous way under her skirt and arousing
Eunice's penis to such a firm erection that it was painful as it
pressed against the metal buttons of her jeans. And this was an
erection that just wouldn't go! Amelia was truly battered and
bruised when at last Eunice was able to relieve herself of her
frustrated semen, a thin trail of blood running down her
forehead and welts rising on her buttocks.

However, Eunice was not going to let any kind of put-down
put her off forever, however it emotionally bruised her. And
even if she could transfer that pain onto wretched Amelia, she
wasn't going to capitulate that easily. She realised though that
Yolanda's affection was going to require even more effort. She
just hoped it would be worth it.

She spent more and more time on the hockey pitch, taking the
time to practise alone in the gym to build herself up to the level
of fitness that she discovered was necessary to perform well at
her chosen sport. And the rewards as she swerved around the
pitch, hockey stick clasped in her hands, were becoming
steadily greater for her. She even sought out the coach for that
extra tuition that was offered to those who felt the need. And
on the pitch her lust towards her fellow players was gradually
transforming into respect for their sporting expertise. In fact,
she began to see virtues in the skill of players towards whom
before she'd only felt contempt for their relative lack of physical
beauty. And this respect was doubly felt towards Yolanda who
was not only a sight of such great loveliness that she could
barely restrain her penis even during the matches in which they
played together, but was the very model of sporting excellence.

"I hardly see enough of you these days!" complained Enid.
"You're always off playing hockey and stuff. And when you're
not whacking your stick about after that pathetic little ball,
you're fucking gym slip skirt. Business is suffering, sweetest!
I'm not bringing in half the fucking money by myself."

"Team up with Beatrice, then. She's always wanted in!"

"Yeah! I could. But Eunice. It's not just the business that's
going down. What about us? We hardly ever fuck these days.
And it's ages since we last got real smashed together. What's
happening to us?"

Eunice ignored Enid's uncharacteristically emotional plea. "I'm
busy. Right! I've got other things to do. And I'm getting the
hang of hockey now. I'm doing pretty good at defence. The
coach said I was fucking good, she did."

"And I guess you're fucking her as well, aren't you?"

"So fucking what if I am!"

However it wasn't only the coach who'd noticed that Eunice
was playing much better. And Eunice didn't want to admit to
Enid that the coach's comments had actually come despite,
rather than because of, Eunice's advances. The coach was just
not interested in getting to know Eunice in a more intimate way.
As she explained to a dejected Eunice, she was a one-man
woman and had no interest in infidelity.

"I was very impressed by your play today!" Yolanda
complimented Eunice as the two girls left the changing room. "If
you hadn't stopped that ball, we'd have been lost."

Eunice was genuinely grateful for Yolanda's praise. But then
she'd been getting increasingly soppy lately. Why! She'd even
given Amelia the key to her padlock and, worse still,
encouraged the girl to get together with that bespectacled boy
from Business Studies that Amelia had confessed she'd taken a
shine on.

"It's practice, that's all!"

"Well, you've certainly been doing that! And you must have cut
down a bit on the drugs as well. You're pretty good now, you
know. I thought you were pretty awful when you started
playing. Crap, to be honest. But now... You're not all bad!"

Eunice was genuinely pleased with Yolanda's praise. So
pleased she returned to her room, lay down on her bed and
masturbated furiously until she at last ejaculated. And so much
release did it give her that she collapsed in an exhausted heap
on top of her sheets and fell asleep without needing even the
smallest puff of dope.

And Eunice was even more pleased when, the following day,
she repeated her offer, made several times before, but with
increasingly less frequency, that she and Yolanda should go out
for a meal together, and this time, rather than dismiss the
suggestion, Yolanda nodded.

"Yes. Why not? Where do you suggest?"

Something dislodged itself from inside Eunice's chest and
ascended to the back of her mouth. She hadn't really been
expecting a positive reply this time. She'd almost resigned
herself to another night fucking Rhoanna, the star of the premier
lacrosse team she'd been seeing rather more frequently. Eunice
gasped, barely able to voice a reply.

"I know just the place!" she eventually replied.

And the place Eunice to which she took Yolanda was a very
plush restaurant, with beautifully crisp linen tablecloths and
matching serviettes, attentive waiters and a menu that was
entirely in French. Fortunately, Eunice remembered enough
from her schooldays to pronounce the names sufficiently well to
bring a smile of admiration from Yolanda who sat opposite her,
chin resting on her cupped palms.

"You are a woman of surprising qualities," Yolanda remarked.
"I was told to be warned about you. I was told that you were
just some kind of drugged-up slut with some pretty dodgy
notions about sex and relations, but there's so much more to
you!"

Eunice felt the warmth of the compliment spread across her
face and shoulders. She was genuinely lost as to what to say.
But she nodded, while under the table her penis just grew and
grew into an aching hardness that even the substantial well-
presented cuisine could not defeat. Indeed, only by the final
course was her penis any less stiff as she concentrated hard on
Yolanda's enthusiastic accounts of games of badminton,
lacrosse and hockey where she'd played especially well.

It was not Yolanda's words alone that she relished, though she
discovered in herself an enthusiasm and appreciation for the
sports that she'd once never believed possible. Yolanda was
transformed in her eyes from not just a beautiful girl, but to
surely the most beautiful, witty and sophisticated woman that
the world had ever known. As she gazed into Yolanda's pale
green eyes from across the table, her entire being was melting
into the kind of adoration she'd once imagined she could feel,
but never actually had until that moment.

Throughout the evening, Eunice rehearsed to herself the words
she would say to Yolanda to persuade her to stay the night with
her. She had almost resigned herself to further rejection, but
nonetheless the proposed phrasing pushed itself again and again
to the uppermost regions of her mind as she regarded
Yolanda's beauty. And that beauty was less and less to do with
Yolanda's manifest physical beauty and more and more with
the girl's bright sparkling eyes, the shining smile and that
delightful indentation in her cheeks when she grinned. And she
fancied she saw a sparkle of lust behind those green irises. Her
heart hammered inside her chest as, while walking away from
the restaurant towards the taxi rank, the moment of reckoning
approached.

But it was Yolanda who made the move.

"Do you fancy a coffee? It's the least I can do after you paid
for such a wonderful dinner."

"A coffee?"

"Yes. I've got a cafetiere. And some Columbian Roast. That
was the best meal I've ever had!"

"You think so?"

Yolanda grasped Eunice's arm affectionately. "And delightful
company too!"

Predictably the coffee was just a pretext. But a pleasant one,
too. The coffee cleared Eunice's mind in a way that a spliff
never did, its aroma awakening her senses while her penis
pressed hard against the contours of the mid-length skirt she'd
agonised over buying from that expensive store in the town
centre. But soon the skirt was off, and with a shyness Eunice
hadn't felt since her early teens when she first revealed her
naked body to that girl from two years above her, she stood
bare and nude, her penis erect and her nipples prominent and
stiff on her full bosom.

And then Eunice had a shock. All her life, she had thought
herself somehow unique. She knew she wasn't the only one
whose gender identification had become irreparably confused
in the early days of gender selection drugs, but the cases were
so few and far between. But now, as Yolanda stood in front of
her, equally naked and even more desirable, Eunice could see
for sure how her special characteristics were not so unique.

"You too?" she gasped, feeling slightly giddy, and not just from
the bottle of Rioja the girls had shared.

"Me too!" agreed Yolanda, her erect penis as long and stiff as
Eunice's own, set incongruously on a body of such feminine
beauty that it defied all or any of Eunice's skills of expression.

"Gender determination treatment?"

 "A curse and a blessing both!" agreed Yolanda, her penis
quivering from side to side as she approached Eunice, a broad
smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with desire and those
dimples on her cheeks filling Eunice with a desire she had never
before believed possible.

Eunice and Yolanda were since that day inseparable. Both hid
from the world beyond their shared assets, their double
endowments, but shared with each other a passion that even
for Eunice no longer needed the additional distraction of other
lovers. Amelia settled for her myopic Business Studies lover
and discarded her body jewellery. Enid and Beatrice became
an item. And Eunice and Yolanda had each other. Although
Eunice sometimes yearned for the pleasure of a woman's
vagina, the tightness of Yolanda's arse being sometimes an
obstacle to the intensity of her swollen desire, as she lay with
her on their shared bed, their sweat-drenched bodies soaking
the sheets, Eunice felt fortunate indeed to have a lover so
beautiful, so understanding and so much like herself. And she
felt doubly so from Yolanda's frequent assurances that this was
the only love that women of their kind would ever need.

And Eunice was sure, as she took her lover's penis between
her teeth and nibbled at the swollen glans, that this was true.
She was a lucky girl. She had everything she could ever want in
life. And in Yolanda everything she could ever want was
always there. And it was all theirs to share.