Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 47: Home Is Where the Hard-on Is
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 47: Home Is Where the Hard-on Is - 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
Home is Where the Hard-on Is - Tuesday, March 31, 8:00 PM
I stepped through the front door at eight sharp, my heels clicking on the hardwood. David was already in the living room, shirtless, a beer in one hand. The moment he saw me his eyes lit up.
“Hey, baby. How was your appointment?” he asked, setting the bottle aside and crossing the room to pull me into his arms.
I dropped my purse on the couch and leaned into him, feeling his warm chest against mine. “Fun. The doctor in charge of my drug trial was there with his daughter, and I so wanted to fuck her.”
His hands slid down my back and cupped my ass through my skirt. “In front of her father?” He squeezed, then slipped one hand lower, fingers brushing the hem. When he lifted it, his palm met bare skin. He froze for a second, then chuckled low. “No panties?”
“They’re in my purse,” I admitted, already feeling heat pool between my legs. “I didn’t put them back on after my appointment. I was in too much of a rush.”
David’s fingers traced the curve of my bare ass, then dipped between my cheeks to find the base of my clit-cock, already half-hard and thickening fast. “Fuck, you’re nasty. Besides turned on what did you get from your appointment?”
“It turns out that I’m the only patient with pheromones and a cock, and they don’t know why.”
He spun me around, bending me over the arm of the couch. My skirt rode up to my waist. I heard his zipper, then the rustle of fabric as he shoved his pants down. His thick cock slapped against my ass, hot and heavy.
“Tell me where you’ve been since then,” he said, voice rough, as he rubbed the head of his cock along my slick folds. “While I fuck you.”
I moaned as he pushed inside, stretching me open in one slow thrust. “I ... I stopped at Carol’s ... ohhh ... for a really loooong quickie. Ummmmm ... Speaking of long, you should see the double dildo she bought.”
David bottomed out and started moving, deep and steady. Each stroke dragged over that perfect spot inside me. “Keep talking, baby.”
“I ... oh god ... I must have come ten times ... on her fingers ... oh yeah. Like that ... on her tongue, with my cock ... God, yes! Right there! ... my cock in her tight red pussy, and ... Fuck, yes! With her double dildo.” My clit-cock bobbed beneath me, leaking onto the couch cushion.
He reached around and wrapped his fingers around my shaft, stroking in time with his thrusts. “Good girl. Tell me how it feels.”
“So full,” I gasped. “Your cock feels huge tonight. Fuck me harder, David.”
He did, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. My first orgasm hit fast—my pussy clenched around him, my clit-cock pulsing in his fist as I shot a thin rope of cum across the fabric. He didn’t stop. He kept stroking me through it, murmuring filthy praise.
“That’s it, come on my cock. So fucking tight.”
I came again a minute later, legs shaking, another spurt of cum joining the first. David’s breathing grew ragged. He leaned over me, chest pressed to my back, and whispered in my ear. “Gonna fill you up, baby. You want my load?”
“Yes,” I begged. “Come inside me.”
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