Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 42
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 42 - 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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Anniversary - Friday, March 27
David’s voice pulled me from sleep, warm and low against my ear. “Happy anniversary, love.” His hand slid over my hip, fingers tracing the soft curve where my new cock rested heavy against my thigh. I turned into him, pressing my breasts to his chest as our mouths met. The kiss deepened quickly, tongues sliding together while his hand wrapped around my shaft and stroked me awake.
Across the bed, Emily moaned softly. Her fingers worked fast between her legs, rubbing her clit in tight circles. She came with a sharp gasp, body arching, then rolled out of bed and grabbed her heels. “I’ll be quick,” she said, voice still shaky from her orgasm. She rushed out, leaving David and me tangled together.
He rolled on top of me, guiding his cock between my wet folds. I spread my legs wider and he pushed inside with one smooth thrust. We moved slowly at first, savoring every inch, but soon his hips snapped harder. My cock rubbed between our bellies, leaking steadily while he fucked me. “You feel so good,” he whispered. “So tight around me.” I clenched around him, pulling him deeper until he groaned and came, filling me with hot pulses.
We stayed connected for a moment, breathing together, before he pulled out and kissed my forehead. “Shower?”
The hot water ran over us as we soaped each other. David washed my breasts, then dropped to his knees to lick my cock clean. I held his head and thrust gently into his mouth until he stood again, smiling. We dressed for work, found Emily in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron and heels. She had made waffles with strawberries, whipped cream, and bacon.
I sat beside her and dragged a bite of waffle through her slit before eating it. “Mmm, extra flavor,” I said. She shivered but kept serving us. Every few bites I repeated the motion, coating the food in her juices. David watched, his cheeks pink, while Emily bit her lip and tried not to moan.
Work passed in a blur. After my shift I went straight to the salon. They shaped my nails, styled my hair into soft waves, and applied smoky makeup that made my eyes look bigger. I felt sexy and ready when I got home. I changed for our date and was ready on time. Whoever said women can’t be ready on time doesn’t know me.