Becoming a Hermaphrodite
Copyright© 2026 by Just Another Smut Writer
Chapter 6: Saturday, March 7
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6: Saturday, March 7 - 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
Morning Apology - Saturday, March 7, Morning
I woke with a start, sunlight barely creeping through Carol’s bedroom curtains. My body still hummed from the night before—her mouth on my swollen clit, her fingers buried deep inside me while I moaned her name. Panic hit fast. David. I hadn’t told him I was staying over. I scrambled out of bed, grabbed my clothes, and dressed in a rush. Carol stirred, her long red hair a mess across the pillow.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss her. “I have to go.”
She smiled sleepily. “Call me later?”
I nodded and slipped out.
I found David asleep on the living room couch, still in his clothes from the night before. Guilt twisted in my gut. I knelt beside him, tugged his sweatpants down, and took his soft cock into my mouth. I sucked him sloppily, drooling over the shaft until it thickened against my tongue. He groaned and opened his eyes.
“Mary?”
I pulled off with a wet pop. “I’m sorry I didn’t call. I fell asleep at Carol’s.”
He studied me for a moment, then sat up. “If you’re really sorry, show me. Strip. Knees on the couch.”
My pussy clenched at the command. I peeled off my clothes and climbed onto the cushions, ass up. David moved behind me, gripped my hips, and drove his thick cock straight into my dripping cunt in one hard thrust. I cried out. He started spanking me, each smack sharp and loud.
“Who owns this ass?” he growled. Smack!
“You do, sir.”
“Then shouldn’t you tell me where my ass is?” Smack!
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you really sorry?” Smack!
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you going to do it again without telling me?” Smack!
“No, sir.”
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