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Becoming a Hermaphrodite

Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer

Chapter 48: Creampie Breakfast

Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 48: Creampie Breakfast - 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  

Creampie Breakfast - Wednesday, April 1, Morning

The soft morning light filtered through our bedroom curtains as I felt Emily’s warm body pressed against my front. My cock was already hard, nestled between her thighs, and I could feel her wetness coating my length. My hand found her hip, pulling her closer as my lips brushed her ear.

“Good morning, mistress,” Emily whispered, her voice still husky with sleep. Her glittery gold nails traced along my arm. “I woke up so wet for you.”

I rolled her onto her back, settling between her spread thighs. Her perky breasts heaved with anticipation, pink nipples already stiff. I guided my 8-inch cock to her entrance, pushing inside her tight, slick heat with one smooth thrust.

“Fuck, Emily,” I groaned, bottoming out. “Your pussy feels incredible.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Please, mistress. Use me.”

I fucked her with long, deliberate strokes, savoring the way her walls gripped me. Her hands clutched at my shoulders as I leaned down to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. The wet sounds of our coupling filled the room.

“I’m going to fill you up,” I told her, my voice rough. “Then we’re going to share it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she gasped. “Breed your little slut.”

I increased my pace, pounding into her with purpose. Her pussy clenched around me as she came, her juices coating my cock and balls. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I buried myself deep, pumping thick ropes of cum into her quivering depths. We lay there panting for a moment before I slowly withdrew. My cum immediately began leaking from her well-fucked hole. Emily’s eyes were glazed with lust as she watched me position myself above her face.

“Open,” I commanded.

She parted her lips obediently, and I lowered my dripping pussy to her mouth. She lapped eagerly, swallowing every drop while I ground against her face.

“Such a good girl,” I praised, reaching back to finger her cum-filled pussy. “Clean me up.” Emily’s tongue worked expertly, cleaning my folds and sucking my clit-cock until I was spotless. When she was finished, I helped her sit up, and we shared a deep kiss, tasting our combined essences.

I looked over to see David watching us. “Help me with this.” I dragged him between Emily’s thighs with me and we worked together eating my cum from Emily’s pussy and kissing.

When she was clean, I swallowed David’s cock and it only took a few minutes before I got another load in my stomach.

“Time for work,” I said, reluctantly pulling away. “Let’s shower.”

Under the warm spray, Emily soaped my body with reverent hands, paying special attention to my cock and the sensitive skin between my legs. I returned the favor, washing her thoroughly while she moaned softly at my touch.

Dressed in a black lace bra and matching thong beneath my work clothes, I felt the familiar thrum of arousal building. We shared one more kiss before I headed out the door, the taste of cum still lingering on my tongue.

Bathroom Game- Wednesday, April 1, Afternoon

Right after lunch I built a chat group, Me, David, Holly, and Jason, then sent a text.

Mary: Hi. It’s Mary from lunch Monday. Are you guys free after work?

Jason: I am. You, Holly?

David: Hi. I’m Mary’s husband. David. I’m free honey.

Holly: me too y what’s up?

Mary: I was thinking about a get to know each other over coffee and pastries.

Holly: sounds nice

Jason: me 2

David: I’m in.

Mary: There’s a patisserie right next to where we had lunch. Meet there at 5:30?

Jason: ill be there

Holly: lovely c u there ‘heart emoji’

David: I’ll be there too.

We gathered at the little French-style bakery at five-thirty. The place smelled of butter and espresso. I ordered a flaky almond croissant and a cappuccino, then steered Holly toward the secluded nook with two low couches and a round coffee table. The guys took the opposite couch, already deep in baseball stats before they even sat down.

I patted the cushion beside me. “Come here, Holly.” She slid in close, her thigh brushing mine. I leaned in, letting my voice drop. “So, tell me about your boyfriends before Jason.”

She blushed but answered. “Two. John, a nice guy I gave my cherry to, but we broke up when he transferred to another school, and Andy, he was too rough in bed, manhandling me uncomfortably, pinching my nipples, and smacking my butt, so I broke up with him.”

“Good for you. So Jason met you after that and you’re now living happily ever after?”

 
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