Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 53
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 53 - 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
Lunch and Revelations - Friday, April 3, Mid-day
I arrived at the deli a few minutes early, my clit-cock already half-hard beneath my skirt from the memory of last night’s group play. Carol and Linda were already at our usual table. Carol’s long red hair caught the light as she leaned forward, her slender legs crossed, stockings whispering against each other. Linda looked flushed, her full breasts straining the buttons of her blouse.
Holly slipped in a moment later, cheeks pink, eyes darting between us. She thanked me again for the dinner I’d bought. “Jason finished the whole bottle of wine,” she added with a shy laugh. “I only had one glass.”
We leaned in as she told us what happened after. She’d asked Jason to clean up the table and meet her in the bedroom. She changed into the babydoll and panties, touched up her makeup, and slipped on her tallest heels.
Linda smiled. “The heels were a nice touch.”
Holly continued. “When he walked in, his jaw dropped. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard. I told him I loved him and wanted to be better at sex for him. He said I was already good enough, but I wanted more. I laid him on the bed and climbed on top, kissing him. I told him I wasn’t very good with his cock in my mouth last night, and he interrupted to say it was unbelievably spectacular.”
Carol’s eyes sparkled. “And then?”
Holly’s voice dropped. “I said I wanted to be even better, so when you asked me to Carol’s yesterday I came to get pointers. I told him how Carol started kissing me, then all of you took turns, and somehow I ended up naked on the couch with Carol licking my pussy. It felt heavenly. I told him I wished he would do that for me.”
She paused, biting her lip. “He said it was nasty. I said I thought so too at first, and I panicked when Linda tried to make me. He started to get mad at Linda, but I told him you all stopped right away as soon as I said something and talked about it. I decided maybe it wasn’t that nasty after all, so I got between Linda’s legs and licked her.”
Linda shifted in her seat, thighs pressing together.
Holly’s voice grew breathier. “I told him the flavor was strange but okay, and I loved the feeling of control I had over her. Jason got super hard when I said that. Then Carol started licking me from behind while I licked Linda, and it was spectacular. I told him I wished he would share that with me.”
She swallowed. “He said he would try. He pulled off my panties and looked at my pussy, but then he said no, he couldn’t do it. So I sucked his cock using all the pointers you taught me. He exploded in my mouth. I almost swallowed it all. There was one little trail on my chin and I scraped it off with my finger and sucked it down.”
Carol grinned. “Good girl.”
Holly’s eyes glistened. “He asked how I learned that. I said you taught me. I went to kiss him and he turned his head away, but he hugged me. I brushed my teeth and came back. I stroked him hard while we kissed, then he made love to me with him on top.”
By the time she finished, Holly looked upset. We reached across the table, hands covering hers, voices soft and reassuring. I gave her my address and told her to be there at six tonight. Then I texted David and asked him to invite Jason over to watch the White Sox home opener he had captured on DVR, also at six.
Holly nodded, still shaky, but the promise of another evening with us already had her breathing
Adult Roleplay - Friday, April 3, Evening
The doorbell rang right on time. I opened it to find Jason and Holly standing on the porch with a couple of six-packs and two large pizza boxes. Holly looked nervous but excited, her cheeks already pink. Jason gave me an easy grin.
“Right on schedule,” I said, stepping aside. “Come on in.”
We ate in the living room, the guys talking about the ball game they planned to watch while Holly and I picked at our slices. The air felt charged. Every time Holly glanced my way her eyes lingered a little too long. I kept my hand on her thigh under the table, squeezing once. She didn’t move it.
After the last slice, I stood. “You boys enjoy the game. Holly and I are going to go talk girl talk.”
I took her wrist and led her down the hall. In Jessica’s old room I opened the closet and pulled out the high-school uniform still hanging there. “You’re about Jessica’s size. Put this on. No underwear.”
“But, ... but ... why? What’s going on?”
“We don’t have time to explain everything. Jason’s going to eat your pussy. Now strip.”
Holly stripped quickly, her hands shaking. I helped roll the waistband of the plaid skirt until the hem sat just a couple inches below her bare pussy. Then I added white knee socks and dragged her into my bedroom. I brushed her hair into pigtails, added light makeup to make her look younger, and found a pair of black high-heel Mary Janes.
“See if these fit.”
They did. I stepped back. “Perfect.”
I changed next: sheer black thigh-high stockings, no underwear, a long black pencil skirt with a high slit, spike heels, and a white blouse so thin my nipples barely showed through. I did my makeup severe—dark eyes, red lips. When I was done I briefed her on the scene.
She nodded, already breathing faster.
I grabbed her wrist again and marched her into the living room. Jason and David looked up from the couch.
“Holly,” I said in my sternest voice, “I’ve had reports you were misbehaving.”
“I didn’t do anything Principal Thompson.”
“I have witnesses that you broke school rules under the bleachers.”
“Under the bleachers? No, Mrs. Thompson.”
“So you deny you were under the bleachers with Jason.”
“Yes ... No, I wasn’t under the bleachers with Jason.”
“It will go harder on you if you don’t tell the truth.”
Holly would make a great actress. She was clenched up tight with tears running down her cheeks as she asserted, “I am telling the truth.”
“Liar. You took young Jason’s thing in your mouth, didn’t you?”
Her face burned. “I would never!..., Mrs. Thompson.”
I sat on the dining chair I’d placed earlier and pulled her across my lap. The skirt flipped up easily. I made a show of gasping.
“Holly, you’re not wearing underwear. You loose little trollop.”
I picked up the ping-pong paddle and brought it down hard on her bare ass. She yelped.
“Tell me the truth.”
“I didn’t do anything!”
Six sharp smacks later her voice cracked. “Okay! Okay, I sucked Jason’s cock under the bleachers.”
“Show me,” I ordered.
Holly slid off my lap, crawled to Jason, opened his pants and pulled out his already-hard cock. She took him deep in one smooth motion, cheeks hollowing. Jason’s head fell back.
I let her suck for a while until Jason was really turned on, then I smacked her ass again. “And what about the story that you licked Linda between the legs?”
She pulled off Jason’s cock long enough to sob, “That’s true too.”
“Show me.”
I pulled my own skirt up, sat between David and Jason on the loveseat, and spread my thighs. Holly crawled between my legs and pressed her mouth to my pussy. I moaned loudly as her tongue found my clit.
“Jason,” I said, turning to him, “go eat your wife out.”
He stayed frozen. David stood, already hard. “If he isn’t man enough to eat that hot pussy, I am.”
He dropped behind Holly, spread her cheeks and licked her from behind. She moaned into my cunt, the vibration making my hips jerk. I was close when Jason finally moved. He tapped David’s shoulder.
“Let me.”
David stepped aside. I pulled Holly up beside me so she was slouched back, legs spread wide. Jason knelt and buried his face between her thighs. Holly’s hands flew to his hair.
“Oh fuck, Jason—yes, baby, just like that. I love you so much. It feels so fucking good.” David and I kissed, hands roaming, while we watched Jason devour his wife. Holly’s moans grew louder, her hips rolling against Jason’s tongue. My own orgasm built fast as David’s fingers found my cock and stroked it in time with Holly’s cries.
I slipped out of David’s arms and stripped with his help down to my black stockings and heels. My toned, athletic body gleamed under the lights, my medium-large tits with their perpetually hard nipples rising and falling with each breath. Between my legs, my trimmed brown bush framed both my dripping pussy and the thick 8-inch cock that had grown from my clit. David peeled off his clothes beside me, his own shaft already rigid as he watched.
I moved over to the couch and sprawled beside Holly. I felt the heat radiating from Holly’s body as she thrashed beside me, her petite frame shaking with the force of her climax. Her wide green eyes squeezed shut, her dense brown bush glistening with her juices while Jason’s tongue worked frantically between her thighs. She screamed, a raw, high-pitched sound that filled the room, her hips bucking hard against his face until her orgasm finally crested and ebbed.
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