Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 12
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 12 - 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
Quiet Lovemaking - Monday, March 9, Evening through Tuesday, March 10, Morning
Later, after dinner and a little reading, we made love in bed—slow, deep strokes that left me satisfied but not overflowing. We fell asleep tangled together.
Tuesday morning I woke early, already wet. I rolled onto David and kissed down his chest.
“I want your cum in my mouth,” I told him. “Not in my pussy before the doctor.”
He groaned as I swung around, straddling his face while I took his thick cock between my lips. We moved together, tongues and fingers working. His mouth sealed over my clit; mine bobbed steadily on his shaft. When he came, I swallowed every spurt, sucking until he softened. He kept licking me until I came again, thighs shaking around his head.
I climbed off, kissed him, and headed for the shower, already thinking about what Dr. Jill would find during today’s exam.
Second Dose. Tuesday, March 10, Afternoon
I stepped into Dr. Jill’s exam room flushed from a morning of slowly building need. My panties clung wet between my thighs, the fabric sliding against my swollen clit with every step. Dr. Jill, thirty-five and trim in her crisp white coat, closed the door and gave me that professional smile that never quite hid the heat in her eyes.
“Tell me everything,” she said, already reaching for her tablet.
I stripped without being asked, letting my blouse and slacks fall to the floor, then my bra. She could see how wet my panties we’re as I pulled them off. My nipples stood stiff and dark against my bare breasts. Dr. Jill’s gaze dropped straight to my crotch.
I spread my legs on the table and started recounting the week in filthy detail—how horny I was Tuesday afternoon, getting fucked again Tuesday night and Wednesday morning; flirting with Carol, someone I never flirted with, Wednesday at lunch; getting fucked at least twice a day all week; being seduced by or maybe it was seducing Carol Friday night, my first time with anyone besides David; Carol coming over for a threesome Saturday night; me agreeing to anal sex (unbelievable!) Sunday morning and how wonderful it had been. Seducing Emily Sunday; even meeting up with Carol at work for a quickie yesterday.
Dr. Jill’s pen stopped moving. Her thighs pressed together. I kept talking, describing the way my clit throbbed like a tiny cock and how even the breeze from the AC made me want to grind against something. She shifted on her stool, crossing her legs and swinging one foot in a steady rhythm that pressed the seam of her slacks against her own clit.
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