She threw back her head, her back arched in the ecstasy of release, then she slumped forwards. The ends of her golden locks trailed and matted through globules of jizz that had sprayed onto my belly. She gave another few thrusts, making deliciously obscene squelching noises as her still-rigid member pushed through the flow of slippery seed. Then her hips came to rest against mine and stopped.
But her hands kept moving. Seemingly not content with the ejaculate I had released, she kept jerking my cock, milking it for every drop of precious semen. The ongoing stimulation extended my orgasm, and I found my penis still pulsing to release more. The movement of her hands also smeared it out, coating her fingers, her palms, everything from the wrists down, in a layer of my slippery cum.
Finally relaxing, she withdrew her slimy member and, losing balance, she fell back onto her bum on the (thankfully clean) hotel carpet. She giggled a bit, then we fell silent for a few moments, catching our breath.
After that pause, she moved forward again, crawling on hands and knees. “Your arse looks incredibly sexy with cum leaking out of it like that,” she said.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” I replied. “I enjoyed it too. And next time, it will be in a position where you aren’t doing all the work. That’s only fair, after me just lying here twice while you make all the effort.”
“You’ll want to do it again?”
“Any time.” I tried to sit up to look at her, but winced as my body protested. “Except perhaps right now.”
“Oh no, I hurt you?!” she cried in dismay, jumping up to take me in her arms.
“It’s nothing, I’m just not used to some of these muscles getting this kind of workout,” I reassured her. “I fully intend to get lots of muscle training in with you.” I put my own arms around her, and we kissed.
“You’ll probably want to take a shower,” Hermia suggested after a long, comfortable phase of enjoying each others’ soft lips. “I can wait for mine until you are done, if you want.”
I counter-offered, “Or we could shower together…”
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That was three years ago. We are getting married next year. It would have been sooner, but we had to get some details cleared up around her legal gender, which turned out to be a mess in the documents. We are talking about adopting, although I suppose we could go the surrogate route. One from each of us, by the same surrogate mother, seems like too nice a balance not to explore.
If someone had told me that I would spend the rest of my life regularly sucking cock or getting fucked, before taking a load of semen in my mouth or ass, I probably would have punched them, or at least asked why they were so determined to insult me. But when it is with an absolute goddess like Hermia, let me tell you, that really stops being a problem fast.
My friends don’t understand how I managed to bag such a gorgeous girl. I haven’t told them – it really isn’t any of their business. I just tell them to keep an open mind, and leave it at that. I think they have probably concluded that it’s the fact that I absolutely and openly worship her that’s allowed me to punch far above my weight, which is true enough. Not literal goddess worship, I hasten to add. I may have speculated briefly about her divinity a couple of times, but there isn’t an altar in our house, and there isn’t going to be… unless maybe she decides that would be sexy, for a bit of a bedroom game.
So is that the message here? That love comes in many different forms, and you’ll miss out if you close yourself off to any of them? Or is it that bigotry is not an attractive trait, and you will lose more from it than just the partners you are rejecting? Maybe it’s that life is strange, and will take you in unexpected directions. Or maybe it’s just that dickgirls (sorry Hermia) are fucking hot!
All I know is that, if things ever go wrong between Hermia and I – I mean, surely she’s got to realize at some point that there are far more attractive guys than me out there who also aren’t bothered by unexpected items in the package area… Well anyway, if that were to happen, I would be looking for love on a much wider spectrum than before. I think my next partner would probably be a ‘normal’ woman, but if not, that will never be any kind of deal-breaker for me again.
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Well there we go, there’s my story. I hope you ‘enjoy’ reading ti as much as I ‘enjoyed’ writing it.
I might come back and revisit this subject area some time in the future, except have Hermaphrodite as a genuine ancient Greek deity, coming down from Mount Olympus to mess with the lives and libidos of 21st century humans. I fancy the narrative contour map could be fairly similar, but very different in tone. We’ll see.