Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 18
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 18 - 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
Friday the Thirteenth - Friday, March 13, Morning
David woke me with his thick cock sliding into my pussy from behind. I was already wet from a night of restless dreams. He rolled me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove in deep. My new clit-cock lay trapped between our bodies, rubbing against his lower belly with every thrust.
“Fuck, Mary,” he grunted, “you’re so tight and so fucking wet.”
I reached down and stroked my clit-cock in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation—his cock stretching my pussy while my fingers worked the shaft—pushed me over fast. I came with a sharp cry, spraying thick ropes of cum across both our stomachs. David kept fucking me through it, hips slapping wetly until he groaned and pumped his load deep inside me.
We lay panting, sticky with my cum and his sweat.
“Shower,” I said.
In the bathroom, I dropped to my knees and licked every drop of my own cum from his hard abs. He watched me, eyes dark. When I finished I stood and guided his head down to my flat stomach. He hesitated for a second, then licked. I kept pushing him lower until his tongue found my pussy, still leaking his cum mixed with mine.
“Eat it,” I told him. “Clean your wife’s pussy.”
He groaned and buried his face between my legs, tongue working deep, sucking and swallowing everything that came out. The sight of my husband eating his creampie made my clit-cock swell again, hard and aching. I pulled him up by the hair.
“Suck it,” I said.
He shook his head. “I don’t ... I’m not gay, Mary. I don’t do that.”
“Do it for me, please.” I wrapped my fingers around the base and rubbed the head against his lips.
He turned his head so that my cock brushed his cheek. “I don’t want to suck a cock.”
“It’s not a cock. It’s your wife’s clit. Your wife’s big, hard clit that needs your mouth.”
He hesitated, breathing fast. I pressed forward. His lips parted. The head slipped inside. He closed his eyes and took another inch, then another. I held his head gently and began to thrust shallowly.
“That’s it,” I whispered. “Look at you sucking your wife’s cock. You look so fucking good with it in your mouth.”
He moaned around the shaft, the vibration making my balls tighten. I fucked his face slowly, praising him the whole time—how pretty he looked with my clit-cock in his mouth, how well he took my cock, how much I loved watching him swallow my clit-cock. When I came I held him there, pumping thick spurts down his throat. He swallowed most of it, some leaking from the corner of his mouth.
I pulled him up and kissed him hard, sharing the taste of my cum on his tongue.
“Thank you for being my cock sucker,” I said against his lips.
He rested his forehead against mine, breathing hard. “Only yours. Only my wife’s.”
We finished showering. As I left for work he kissed me at the door.
“Hell of a way to start Friday the thirteenth,” he said with a crooked smile. “Sucking my first cock.”
I grinned, already feeling the low thrum of new arousal building. “And it won’t be the last time.”
Lunch and Stories - Friday, March 13, Mid-day
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