Futa Island

"This is Futa Island... You know the sex resort run by the Futanari tribes?" The girl hesitates as she waits for your reaction.

"Oh..." The words pass through your ears and your brain stops working as you try to pair the bulge in the sarong with the bombshell in front of you. "Oh!" You blush as you finally register her words. "Um, t-that's...nice. Nice, yeah, nice. I've er, heard about this place at port." You stumble over the words as they come out of your mouth.

"I bet you have." The girl smiles mischievously at you and shifts her stance causing her bulge to be even more pronounced. "So, I'm guessing that this is your first time meeting a Futanari?"

"Yeah, I didn't know you were so...so, well-" You struggle to find the word.

"Yes?" The futa girl interjects teasingly, taking a moment to re-wrap her sarong giving you a flash of her strained bikini bottoms beneath.

"-beautiful..." You whisper before realizing what you had just admitted and start to turn red.

The girls face lights up at your confession and she giggles in mirth. "Oh, what a flirt you are! You know there's an old law on this island that any shipwrecked men belong to the tribe member who finds them." The girl steps in close and delicately brushes the sand from your chest. She smells like coconut oil and wild flowers.

You gulp as her hand tightens around your worn collar and her lips tilt to meet yours. Her unique sex presses noticeably against you and you pale at the rather large impression that it paints.