Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 5: Friday, March 6
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5: Friday, March 6 - 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 Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Futanari Slut Wife Incest Mother Daughter Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Water Sports Transformation AI Generated
Happy Hour Tease - Friday, March 6
I woke David with my mouth wrapped around his substantial cock, sucking him slowly until he filled my throat with hot cum that I swallowed greedily. After our usual morning routine, I headed to work, already feeling the familiar heat building between my legs.
At lunch Carol slid into the booth across from me, her long red hair falling over one shoulder. “You got laid again this morning, didn’t you?” she whispered with a knowing smirk. “You’re glowing like you just had the best orgasm of your life.”
I laughed softly. “David and I have been ... insatiable.”
Halfway through lunch Carol asked if I was coming to the office happy hour. I usually skipped those things, but the idea of being around people while my body burned with need sounded thrilling. “Sure,” I said. I called David to let him know I might be late.
At happy hour the attention was immediate. Men and women alike turned their heads as I walked in. Several coworkers hit on me openly, their eyes lingering on my hips and chest. I felt my pussy growing slick, my skin tingling. Carol pulled me onto the dance floor and we moved together, grinding close, her hands on my waist. The heat between us built with every sway of our hips.
After an hour or two I was out of my mind with horniness, my panties soaked through. Carol leaned in close. “Come to my place for dinner,” she murmured. I nodded without hesitation.
First Lady - Friday, March 6
As soon as we stepped inside her apartment she kissed me hard, her tongue sliding against mine. We fumbled with clothes, awkward and urgent, pulling at buttons and zippers until we were both naked. Carol’s fingers found my soaked pussy and she slid two inside me, pumping steadily while her thumb circled my swollen clit. “God, Mary, you’re so wet,” she breathed. I came hard around her fingers, crying out as my body shook.
I pushed her onto the bed and spread her thighs, burying my face in her luxurious red bush. “I love your red bush,” I told her between long licks. “It’s so fucking beautiful.” I sucked her clit and fucked her with my tongue as she moaned. I’d never tasted another woman’s pussy before, but it tasted a lot like mine, just more so, like red wine instead of white. I reached up and tweaked her bright red nipples on her small but perfect tits eliciting a groan. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked until she came, her juices coating my chin.
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