Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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 Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Futanari Oral Sex Transformation AI Generated
Wake Up Call - Wednesday, March 4, Morning
I woke with a gasp, my body already trembling on the edge of release. The dream had been so real—David’s tongue buried between my legs, his fingers gripping my thighs as he licked and sucked with single-minded hunger. My hips bucked against the sheets, chasing the sensation, and then I realized it wasn’t a dream at all.
David’s face was pressed tight to my pussy, his tongue working slow, deliberate circles around my swollen clit before sliding lower to lap at my dripping entrance. He groaned against me, the vibration sending another jolt through my core. My hands found his hair, fingers tightening as the first orgasm crashed over me without warning. My thighs clamped around his head, my back arching off the bed as I cried out, “Fuck, David—yes, just like that!”
His tongue traced every fold of my pussy with long, wet strokes, savoring the taste as if he couldn’t get enough. I spread my legs wider, my hands fisting the sheets while his lips sealed around my clit and sucked gently. The pressure built fast, my hips rolling against his face as the first orgasm hit hard. My thighs shook around his head, my voice breaking on his name while my pussy clenched and released in rhythmic pulses. Juices trickled down my ass, soaking the sheets beneath me.
David didn’t pause. He slid two thick fingers inside me, curling them against that sensitive spot while his tongue kept working my swollen nub. “Come for me again, Mary,” he murmured against my wet flesh. “Let me feel it.” The second climax tore through me even stronger, my back arching off the mattress as I cried out, “Yes—fuck, David, right there!” My walls fluttered around his fingers, gripping them tight while wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I was still trembling when he pulled his hand free and licked his fingers clean, eyes locked on mine.
“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, crawling up my body. His cock was already rock hard, thick and heavy against my belly as he kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I reached down, wrapped my fingers around his substantial length, and stroked him slowly.
“I need you inside me,” I whispered against his mouth. “Now.”
David didn’t need more encouragement. He shifted, lining himself up, and pushed in with one smooth thrust. The stretch made me moan, my walls clenching around every inch as he filled me completely. He started moving—deep, steady strokes that made the bed creak and my breath hitch. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy filled the room.
“God, you’re so wet,” he groaned, thrusting harder. “This drug has you dripping for me.”
“Harder,” I begged, nails digging into his back. “Fuck me like you own this pussy.”
He obliged, pounding into me with increasing force, the headboard tapping the wall. Each thrust rubbed against that perfect spot inside me until I was coming again, my pussy spasming around his cock as I cried out. David kept going, fucking me through it, his breathing ragged.