Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 33: Dinner Guests
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 33: Dinner Guests - 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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Dinner Guests - Saturday, March 21, Evening
Jessica kissed me on the cheek before she left for her friend’s house. “Have fun, Mom,” she whispered, giving my ass a quick squeeze. David and I smiled as the door closed behind her.
Dr. Jill arrived at six exactly. She looked elegant in a simple black dress, but the moment she stepped inside her eyes dropped straight to the front of my jeans. I took her hand and led her down the hall.
“Quick check before the others get here,” I said.
In the bedroom I unbuttoned my blouse while Jill watched. My cock was already half-hard, pushing against the denim. She licked her lips.
“Jesus, Mary, it’s bigger than Tuesday,” she breathed, stepping closer. Her fingers traced the thick ridge through my pants. “Seven inches and still growing.”
I cupped her face and kissed her slowly, tenderly. Our tongues met in a gentle slide while my hands found the zipper at the back of her dress. She shivered as the fabric fell away, leaving her in a black lace bra and matching thong. I kissed down her throat, across the swell of each breast, then unhooked the bra so her small nipples could press against my palms.
Jill’s hands worked my jeans open. My cock sprang free, heavy and flushed. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and stroked once, slow and reverent.
“You’re so warm,” she whispered. “So hard already.”
We undressed each other piece by piece, trading soft kisses and quiet sighs. When we were both naked I eased her onto the bed and settled between her thighs. My cock nudged her slick folds. She was already dripping.
“Take me,” she murmured. “Slow. I want to feel every inch.”
I pushed in gradually, watching her face as her pussy stretched around me. Jill’s back arched, her hands gripping my shoulders. I rocked into her with long, measured strokes, our bodies moving together in a steady rhythm. She came first, a soft cry against my neck, her walls fluttering around my cock. I followed seconds later, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. We stayed joined, kissing lazily while my seed leaked out around my shaft.
We cleaned up quickly, dressed again, and returned to the kitchen just as the doorbell rang.
Tom and Linda arrived at seven. David greeted them warmly and led everyone to the dining room. Conversation stayed light through dinner—work, the twins’ swimming meets, Linda’s latest recipe. Jill sat beside me, her hand resting on my thigh beneath the table.
After we cleared the plates we moved to the living room with fresh glasses of wine. Jill cleared her throat.
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