Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 29: Morning Heat
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 29: Morning Heat - 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.
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Morning Heat - Friday, March 20, Morning
I stretched beneath the sheets, the silk of my black lace babydoll clinging to my skin, nipples already stiff against the fabric. David rolled toward me, his morning wood pressing insistently against my thigh. My own cock— rising from where my clit used to be—twitched to life, the head already glistening. Pheromones thickened the air between us.
I woke to the familiar weight of David’s hand sliding up my inner thigh. The lace of my babydoll had ridden up during the night, leaving my trimmed bush and cock exposed. He wrapped his fingers around my shaft without hesitation, stroking me awake while his lips found the hard peak of my left nipple through the sheer material.
“Morning, baby,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “You’re already leaking for me.”
I moaned softly, hips lifting into his grip. “Couldn’t help it. Dreamed about you breeding me again.”
He pushed two fingers between my slick folds, finding my pussy already dripping. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Turn over—let me have that tight little hole before we get up.”
I rolled onto my stomach, ass raised, the lace framing my cheeks. David knelt behind me, spreading me open with both hands. His tongue dragged from my dripping pussy up to my puckered rim, licking slow circles that made my cock throb against the sheets. He worked two fingers into my ass while his mouth sucked at my entrance, tasting every drop that leaked from me.
“David—please,” I gasped, pushing back against his face. “Need your cock.”
He didn’t make me wait. The blunt head of his dick pressed against my pussy first, sliding in deep with one thrust. I cried out, clenching around him, my own cock swinging heavy beneath me. He fucked me hard and fast, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the room. Every stroke dragged across that perfect spot inside me until my vision blurred.
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