Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 56
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 56 - 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
Dating Nick - Sunday, April 5, Evening
I woke to the warm press of bodies on either side of me. David’s arm lay heavy across my waist, his morning wood nestled against my ass. Emily’s soft breath tickled my neck, her perky breasts mashed into my side. My own 9-inch cock stood rigid between us, already leaking, and my pussy throbbed with the same urgent need.
“Good morning, Mistress,” Emily whispered, her glittery gold nails tracing my hard nipple.
David’s hand slid down to grip my shaft. “Looks like someone’s ready to start the day right.”
I rolled onto my back, spreading my legs. “Quick one before we get moving. Emily has a date to get ready for.”
Emily climbed on top first, sinking her tight pussy down my cock with a soft moan. David moved behind her, pushing his own cock into her ass while I stayed buried in her cunt. We rocked together slowly, the three of us connected, trading kisses and filthy whispers.
“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock,” I groaned, thrusting up into her.
David grunted, gripping her hips. “Her ass is gripping me like a vice.”
Emily’s head fell back. “Please, Mistress ... Sir ... fill me up. I want both your cum inside me before I go meet Nick.”
We came almost together—David first, pumping his load deep into her ass, then me, flooding her pussy. Emily followed seconds later, her walls milking us both. Cum leaked from both her holes as she climbed off, but she caught what she could with her fingers and licked them clean, sharing the taste with each of us in messy kisses.
Afterward, I helped Emily shower. My hands soaped her fair skin, lingering on her perky breasts and pink nipples. I washed between her legs, fingering her landing strip and teasing her clit while she moaned against the tile. Once clean, I dried her, brushed her shoulder-length wavy brown hair into soft waves, and did her makeup—subtle but flirty, just enough to make Nick’s pulse race.
I picked her outfit next: a light sundress that hugged her curves without being too forward, paired with simple sandals. “No panties,” I instructed. “Let him smell how ready you are.”
She blushed but obeyed.
David and I spent the afternoon at the art museum. We wandered hand in hand, pausing before each painting to whisper our dirty interpretations.
“Look at that satyr’s cock,” David murmured, pointing to a mythological scene. “Thick as my forearm. Imagine him bending those half-naked nymphs over and claiming every hole.”
I leaned close. “And those three men in the corner—clearly no women around. Probably taking turns on each other, cocks sliding together, cum swapping between them.”
By the time we returned home, both of us were worked up. We made lasagna and a salad together, kissing and touching over the kitchen counter. Just as we set the table, Nick arrived with Emily. She looked radiant—kiss-swollen lips, hair slightly mussed.
“Come join us,” I invited him. “Plenty of food.”
I settled into my chair at the dining table, the lingering warmth from our earlier play still humming through my body. David sat at the head, while Emily and Nick took their seats across from me. The scent of herbs and garlic filled the air, mixing with the subtle musk of our arousal.
“The picnic was perfect,” Emily said, her glittery gold nails catching the light as she passed the potatoes. “The sun felt so good on my skin, and the sandwiches were exactly what I needed after ... well, everything.”
Nick grinned, his blonde hair falling across his forehead. “The zoo was insane. We must have walked five miles. Emily kept dragging me to every enclosure.”
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