Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 11
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11 - I never set out to become a hedonistic, promiscuous hermaphrodite, but once it happened, I embraced every inch of the change without a single regret.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Futanari Slut Wife Incest Mother Daughter Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Water Sports Transformation AI Generated
Lunchtime Quiz - Monday. March 9, Mid-day
Carol and I headed out for lunch a little later. We had barely reached the elevator when Linda caught up, heels clicking.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked, voice low and husky.
Of course we said yes.
We claimed the back booth at the deli, away from the lunch rush. Linda took the side facing the room while Carol and I slid in opposite her. My butt had barely hit the seat before Linda leaned in, voice low and hungry.
“I saw you two come out of that room,” she said. “Hair wild, faces flushed, the smell of sex still on you. You were doing - that - in there?”
I replied, “Yes. I was so horny; I needed relief.”
“Tell me how this started between you.”
Carol glanced at me, then smiled. “Last week, ... I can’t believe it hasn’t even been a week yet! Anyway, last week, Mary started some hormone therapy which makes her excited all the time, so she started coming in to work glowing with that just fucked look. She was so hot I couldn’t keep myself from hitting on her and we ended up in bed at my place.”
Linda’s eyes widened. “Does your husband know?”
“David knows everything,” I answered. “That’s my deal with him. I can have sex with whoever I want as long as I tell him everything. He loves hearing the details when I get home. Sometimes he fucks me while I describe exactly what Carol did to me.”
Linda shifted, crossing her legs tighter, her stockings audibly rubbing together. “Have you ever ... let him watch?”
“Saturday,” Carol said. “I spent the night at their place and we all had sex repeatedly.
“How does it feel to have a woman eat you?” Linda asked, voice barely above a whisper. I met her gaze. “Different from a man. Softer tongue, slower at first. Carol knows exactly where to press and when to suck my clit. She makes me come harder than I ever did before the trial. My thighs shake and I soak her face every single time.”
Carol leaned closer, her scent now noticeable. “And how does it feel to eat a woman?”
“Intimate,” I said. “I love the way Carol’s pussy opens for my tongue. She gets so swollen and slick. I can feel her pulse against my lips when she’s close. I could stay between her legs for hours.”
Linda’s nipples had hardened visibly beneath her blouse. She didn’t bother hiding them. “What does it taste like?”
“The taste is sharp and sweet at the same time—musky, a little salty, addictive. Thicker than a man’s cum,” Carol answered. “Creamy. It coats your tongue and you can still taste it hours later. Mary’s is especially strong now—sweet with that new hormone edge. I swallow every drop.”
“God,” Linda breathed. “I haven’t been touched in almost two years. My husband ... he can’t anymore. I love him, so I haven’t cheated, but watching you two ... it’s driving me crazy.”
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