Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 43: Justice Served
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 43: Justice Served - 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 BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Futanari Slut Wife Incest Mother Father Daughter Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Water Sports Transformation AI Generated
Justice Served - Saturday, March 28, All day
I woke to the familiar weight of David’s body behind me and Emily’s warm mouth already wrapped around my cock. Sunlight cut across the sheets as she bobbed slowly, her tongue tracing every vein while her fingers teased the slick lips of my pussy. David’s hand slid between my thighs, two thick fingers pushing inside me in time with Emily’s sucking. I moaned, hips rolling, and reached back to stroke his hardening length.
“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured against my neck.
We didn’t speak much after that. Emily climbed onto my face while David slid into her from behind, his cock stretching her tight cunt as she ground down on my tongue. I licked and sucked her clit until she came hard, flooding my mouth. David pulled out and drove straight into me, fucking me deep while Emily licked my cock. He came first, pumping thick ropes inside me. Emily sealed her lips around my shaft and drank every drop I gave her, then licked David clean as he slipped out.
We showered together, soaping and rinsing until the water ran clear. Emily dressed for work and kissed us both goodbye. David and I spent the morning cleaning, vacuuming, and setting up the dining room. By noon the house smelled of lemon polish and anticipation.
Linda and Tom arrived at five with Carol right behind them. We put everyone to work—folding napkins, chilling wine, slicing vegetables for the salad. Emily returned at five-thirty, stripped out of her work clothes, and stood naked in the kitchen until I handed her the simple black dress I wanted her to wear later.
Once everyone had a drink in hand I gathered them around the island.
“Brett thinks he owns Jill. He hit her hard enough to leave multiple bruises,” I said. “Tonight we remind him he doesn’t own anyone. I went over the plan and made sure everyone knew their part. By the time I finished, there were grins all around.
Emily slipped into the dress and smoothed it over her hips.
Jill and Brett arrived at six. Brett swaggered in like he already owned the place, chest out, smirk fixed. Emily, Holly, and Linda got drinks for everyone. Brett barely noticed; he was too busy talking about himself.
During cocktails, I kept Brett beside me on the couch, letting my pheromones roll over him in warm waves. He grew flushed, pupils wide, cock visibly straining his slacks. I leaned close, my hand resting on his thigh.
“You must work out a lot,” I said, fingers tracing lightly. “Those arms look strong enough to lift anything.”
Brett grinned, flexing. “Damn right. Jill’s lucky to have a real man around.”
I laughed softly, pressing closer so my breasts brushed his arm. “I bet you’re good with your hands too. Tell me, what do you like to do when you’re not playing baseball?”
He launched into a story about his latest game, but his voice faltered when I shifted and my scent hit him harder. His hand twitched toward my knee. “You smell incredible,” he muttered. “What perfume is that?”
“Just me,” I replied, letting my fingers drift higher. “You seem tense. Maybe I can help you relax later.”
Across the room, David chatted with Carol while Tom and Linda whispered together, already stealing glances at the growing tension.
At dinner the table was full of laughter and clinking glasses. I made sure Brett sat to my right, his chair pulled close. As we started the first course, I turned to Brett with a smile.
“So, Brett, how did you and Jill meet? She’s such a catch.”
He puffed up. “She couldn’t resist me. Most women can’t.”
I reached under the table and rested my hand on his thigh again, higher this time. “I can see why. You have that confident energy. It’s very ... arousing.”
Brett shifted, his cock pressing against his zipper. “You’re pretty forward for a married woman.”
I squeezed gently. “David doesn’t mind sharing. Do you, honey?”
David looked over from his seat beside Carol, eyes dark with heat. “Not at all. Mary knows what she wants.”
Brett swallowed hard as my fingers traced the outline of his erection through his pants “Fuck, you’re bold.”
“Tell me what you’d do if we were alone right now,” I whispered, leaning in so my lips brushed his ear. “Would you bend me over this table?”
He groaned low. “I’d rip that dress off and fuck you until you screamed my name.”
I smiled, pressing my palm against his straining cock. “Mmm, I like that idea. But you’d have to earn it first.”
Emily brought the main course. “More wine, sir?” she asked, voice steady.
Brett barely glanced up, too focused on my hand. “Yeah, whatever.”
I kept the conversation going through the meal, asking about his workouts, his ego feeding on every compliment. “Your stamina must be incredible,” I said, stroking him slowly under the tablecloth. “I bet you could go for hours.”
“Fuck yes,” he grunted, hips twitching. “Jill can barely keep up.”
Jill, seated across from us, caught my eye and smiled knowingly while Emily fed her a bite of salad from her fingers. Carol and Linda exchanged glances, phones already recording subtle footage from their laps.
We moved back to the living room for dessert —chocolate cake with whipped cream. I dipped my finger in the cream and offered it to Brett. “Taste this. Tell me if it’s sweet enough.”
He sucked my finger into his mouth, tongue swirling. “Sweet as hell,” he said, voice rough. “But I bet you taste even better.”
I laughed, feeding him another bite while my other hand worked his cock through his pants. “Maybe after dinner you can find out. Would you like that, Brett? To taste every inch of me?”
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