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.










