Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 50: Lunch with a Story
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 50: Lunch with a Story - 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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Lunch with a Story - Thursday, April 2, Midday
I texted Holly that morning, inviting her to join Carol, Linda, and me for lunch. She arrived a few minutes late, cheeks already flushed, and slid into the booth beside Linda.
Carol wasted no time. “So? Spill. Mary says we need to hear what happened at the patisserie.”
Holly turned beet red and stammered, “Tha-That’s p-private. I ca-can’t te-tell you.”
Linda entered in, “Of course you can sweetie. It’s just us girls. We share everything with each other.”
Holly ducked her head and mumbled, “Mary and I talked about my past boyfriends and my love life.” She trailed off.
Carol said, “Speak up. We can barely hear you. Keep going.”
With a little more assurance, she continued, “I don’t know why, but the nasty conversation excited me.” Carol and Linda gave me a knowing look, and I winked at them.
“After a while, we got up to go to the bathroom. In the bathroom, Mary tinkled with the door open standing up. Did you know she’s a ... she’s a ... a ... herm...”
Carol interrupted “A hermaphrodite. Yes, we both knew. Did that excite you?”
“No. It puzzled me. I had never heard of a hermaphrodite. I thought she was trans, and asked her and she told me about it. I had never even imagined such a thing, and I was so curious, so when Mary offered to let me see, I just stood there stunned. She took off her panties, and pulled up her skirt, and she had a thingie. It wasn’t hard, but I thought it was bigger than Jason’s. Before I knew what was happening, she had shown me her vagina underneath, and I was holding her thingie, and touching her vagina.”
Carol interrupted, “You don’t have to call it a thingie. You can call it a prick or a cock. Try it.”
“I was holding her cock.” Holly blushed again. “It felt so different, yet so much like touching Jason and myself at the same time. Then she kissed me. I’ve never kissed a woman like that before...”
Linda interrupted, “Did you like it?”
Holly ducked her head, “It felt good, like kissing a lover.”
Carol interjected, “That’s Mary, a lover! Go on.”
“Mary told me I had to take off my panties too, and ... No, I can’t tell you that.”
I touched her hand lovingly, “You’re doing so well. What happened after I told you that your panties had to go?”
“You took off my panties and kissed me down there...” Holly trailed off.
“I licked your pussy. You can say it.”
“You ... licked my p-pussy.”
“Good girl. Did you like it?”
“I never knew that could be so good. Some of my girlfriends in college told me how much they liked it, but nobody had ever done it to me. God help me, but it felt as good as having sex with my husband.”
“And you came?”
“God yes! I had an orgasm with your face between my legs. I couldn’t help myself. It felt sooo good.”
Linda and Carol were squirming in their seats by now, so I continued the interrogation, “And after you came on my tongue, what happened?”
“You kissed me again, and I tasted myself on your lips, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be close to you, to thank you for the pleasure. Then we went back to our husbands. I was in such a daze, that I did what you told me and followed your lead. When you sat on your husband’s lap and kissed him ... oh God, I just realized that when you kissed him he must have tasted my vagina on your lips.”
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