Photo is for illustration, that is ladyboy Alexa. This is my first attempt at erotic fiction and any feedback would be appreciated. Please remember that this story about a hermaphrodite is fiction and not based on reality. I hope you enjoy it!

I’m John, a 36-year-old partially retired veteran who was born in the USA but raised and educated in England. I was always a very fit person, playing rugby for the high school team as well as karate, fencing, and going for walks. Not to say I was a bit of a jock, in fact, I was something of a nerd and probably still am when it comes to science fiction.

Anyway, at the age of 18, I broke my mother’s heart when I returned to the US to join the Marines. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my mother, but I had also imbibed the idea from her that a citizen should serve society in some way. I knew she was afraid for my safety and didn’t want me to go to war, but I had my heart set on a career in the Corps. She tried everything to get me to change my mind, arguments, emotional blackmail, and even shouting matches became a regular occurrence in the months leading up to my flight.

She even tried to get one of her friends to seduce me, which almost worked until I heard them planning. It was the last straw. I packed my bags that night and spent the last three months couch-surfing with friends and working all the overtime I could get. Luckily, my boss was sympathetic, so I worked 12-hour shifts and squirreled away every pound I could. By the end of the three months, I was exhausted, but also 5,000 pounds better off.

When I boarded my flight to the Big Apple, I was full of excitement but so tired that I fell asleep as soon as we took off and didn’t wake up until we touched down at JFK. When I arrived in the city, I checked into the YMCA and slept for 3 days. Only getting out of bed to eat in the greasy spoon next door. Then I went straight to the recruiter’s office and within two weeks I was on my way to Boot camp. All I will say of Boot camp is that if you haven’t been through it, no words can describe the hell.

Part of the process of turning a civilian into a Marine requires breaking the victim’s entire personality.. I mean, recruiting and rebuilding him the Marine way. It was the hardest thing I ever did, but also the most rewarding. After boot camp, I was taken all over the place, more training, drills and outreach, and more training. When we weren’t in the field we were always learning something and I made Sergeant for the second time seven years later (the first time I got into a fight off base and was taken back to NCO). Then during a night exercise, I was seriously injured in an accident, which after a year of recovery led to my discharge on medical grounds.

Unemployed, disabled, and alone in California is not a good place to be. The help was amazing and they find me a good job as an insurance investigator, an apartment just two blocks from the ocean and two miles from my office, and helped me take out a small loan to decorate and furnish my new home. Two years later, I had earned such a good reputation as an investigator that I had been promoted to the senior investigator and was in charge of the entire Southern California district from San Diego to Los Angeles with a staff of 30 to investigate it and investigate 70,000 claims a year. I had also been able to ditch my crutches in favor of the sturdy custom ebonized cane my squad had presented me with when I was brought up, and regularly walked the two miles to and from work and local businesses. I used my company car only for business or on those days when the pain was too severe to walk.

I left it at work and had my PA drive me when I needed it. It was about a late May evening when I left the office and started the walk home after an excellent week. My team had picked up two multi-million dollar scams and some hefty bonuses. This would result in me taking a well-deserved vacation for the next two weeks and the offenders taking a much longer “vacation” at the expense of the States. While I was walking, it was dark enough that the streetlights were starting to flicker, so I decided to reward myself. Now don’t think I’m a drug addict, but sometimes I smoke a joint, either as a reward for something or when the pain of my injuries keeps me from sleeping.

I won’t smoke before or during work, but some nights or weekends I would and I always had a single emergency joint on me for the way home. Since I had a doctor’s prescription, I had no fear of being stopped by the police since I had registered with them as a prescribed smoker, so I “lit up.” The first puff hit me just as I heard the unmistakable sound of a woman trying to walk toward me in stilettos, with the sounds of heavier male footsteps following close behind.

Into view came the sight of a woman about my age, dressed in a tight little black dress wearing a pair of 4-inch ankle boots, and as she came toward me, an expression of horror flashed across her distraught face as her heel broke and She lay on the ground at my feet. Her two pursuers came to a halt a few feet away, one wielding a chain, the other armed only with his huge bulk and mouth agape, churning my stomach even from that distance! I saw confusion turn to contempt as they took in my walking stick and the bulky thug growled at me. “Stay out of this, Cripple, this whore owes me money!” I looked the thug straight in the eye, took a step over the prostrate woman and raised my cane. As I did so, I slowly spun it from end to end, increasing the speed until it blurred and I began to speak.

“For shame, gentlemen, when two attack, one is unmanly, and when two armed men attack an unarmed woman, that is cowardly!” I spoke formally, trying to gain precious seconds while they tried to analyze my language. Moreover, I hid my anger with a mocking tone that cut the chain holder deeper than a knife wound. He leapt forward and swung his chain with a cry of rage. His friend was slower and actually scratched his head! I caught the chain with my stick and allowed it to bind and knock the user off balance, kneeing his chin.

As his companion fell to the ground, the Hulk-like one roared and ran towards me with arms outstretched as if to hug me. I leaped forward with my cane, ducked the bear like a hug, and struck him in the center of his forehead with the steel ferrule of my cane. As he slid unconsciously to the ground, I heard a woman, “Duck!” Yell.

I dropped quickly, but not quickly enough to avoid the tip of the chain as it ripped a line of fire across my forehead. Then I heard a meaty pop, followed by a strangled male groan. As I wiped the blood from my eyes, I saw another woman helping the woman with the broken shoe boot to her feet. The thug was on the ground clutching his groin and trying to breathe. “Quick,” she called to me, “to the bar!” pointing to a tavern on a nearby side street.

I nodded, stood up, and as they passed me, I joined them and helped them through the door. The bar, unlike most I’d been in, was brightly lit, large and full of comfortable-looking armchair tables and about an acre of polished walnut countertop. Aside from the three of us, the only people sitting at the bar were a small, worried-looking man wrapped around a half-empty bottle of bourbon and the bartender, a man with a tall beer keg and a huge handlebar mustache. “Uncle Lance, help!” called my rescuer. “What!” the bartender shouted out.

He hurried through the open trap door at the end of the bar and reached us as we were lifting the lady with the broken boot onto a chair. He handed me a clean towel, which I applied to the cut on my forehead. Cut, hell! It felt like the Grand Canyon! As I squeezed the blood from my not-serious-but-enthusiastically-bleeding head, I glanced at the woman I had helped rescue. She appeared to be about my age or maybe a few years younger, 5’8 “tall with long flame-red hair and an expression of almost fairy-like beauty, her tiny nose and cheeks speckled with delicate freckles.

She had what looked to me Perfect C cup breasts, a wasp waist and legs that seemed to last forever. Just my type! Her friend was a Rubenesque, black-haired woman who looked just old enough to drink and was dressed in a goth-style long black evening gown that gave me a glimpse of her ample cleavage where I could see tattoos. Suddenly I felt a wave of dizziness and sank down on a chair. At this point, the black-haired girl had explained to bartender Lance. What had happened and the beautiful redhead had wrestled her shoes off her feet. She stood up and came over to me. “Thank you!” she said, bending down and kissing me lingeringly on the lips. It was like being struck by lightning.

Every hair on my body rose, and suddenly the room was too hot, and my pants seemed too tight as my long-neglected libido literally straightened it up! I saw her eyes look down and a mischievous smile flit across her curved lips. She put her hand on my crotch and squeezed it as she looked me in the eyes again. “Wait for me while I fix my makeup.” With that, she rose and hurried into the ladies’ room, followed by her friend. “To the victor the spoils!” rumbled the barman in a smoke-roughened Irish accent, slapping a large mug of whiskey into my hand and grinning lasciviously at me. “I don’t even know her name!” I complained plaintively.

“If I know this girl, you will boy, you will!” chortled the Irishman. I sniffed the whiskey and smiled as I recognized the smell of Black Bush. I rolled a sip over my tongue appreciatively and sighed with pleasure as the heat of fine Irish alcohol gently warmed my throat and stomach. As we talked, Lance O’Brien (as he introduced himself) described blow by blow the struggle out of me and my almost entire life story, ‘Oohrah’ing when he heard I was a medically retired Marine. He confided that he had been a Marine himself, served his “twenties,” and used his savings and GI benefits to qualify as a bartender and buy this bar.

“I bet Lance didn’t even tell you our names!” I heard behind me and the two ladies appeared, “I’m Alexa,” said the black-haired Goth, “and this is Suzanne.” “Call me Suzy,” said the redhead, sitting as close to me as possible. “And our hero is?” asked Alexa “Allow me,” said Lance waving grandly at me. “Lassies, allow me to introduce Sergeant John, retired USMC, currently Senior Investigator.

Don’t let this one get away, Suzy, I think he’s a good one, even if he is tilting at windmills! ” I grinned and raised my hand to my chest as if touching a wound. “A hit, a palpable hit. Yes, I admit it, I have a White Knight complex a mile wide! I even see a reference to anyone, especially a woman in distress, and it’s ‘Sancho my horse!” rejoined the barman “and you wouldn’t change if you could, I’ll justify it!” He refilled my empty glass and locked the main doors.

As he did so, he exclaimed that he could not open the bar without staff, and informed me that Suzy and Alexa were his bar staff. While we all chatted, Alexa cleaned my wound with deft, sure movements, pausing to warn me as she applied antiseptic and spray dressing. Suzy distracted me with conversation and Lance kept us all going with drinks. I learned that the thugs were part of a street gang that had recently begun targeting employees and owners of local businesses demanding “tribute” for pain of suffering.

A situation Lance vowed would be resolved. “Alexa, Suzy, I want you to take the weekend off,” Lance ordered. “I’m going to call in some favors and take care of these Gangbangers once and for all!” Around 1 a.m., Lance kicked us out and shoved a bag into my hand with a wink.”I’m sure you’ll come up with something to do with it!” before locking the door with a booming laugh. We set off and I agreed to lead the ladies to their front door, which surprisingly was only a few minutes from my apartment. In half an hour we were sitting in Suzy and Alexa’s lounge, sipping the whiskey Lance had given us. We waited for pizza delivery and talked.

Alexa left the room for a few minutes and returned with a joint for each of us. “Why don’t we have these and the pizza in the hot tub?” “I don’t have any swim shorts!” I replied regretfully, but the girls insisted that my boxers would suffice. When the pizza arrived, was paid for and covered, the girls went upstairs to change. I took the food, drinks, and joints outside to the already churning hot tub, took off my boxers, sank into the water, and closed my eyes in pleasure as the hot swirling liquid began to relax me. In fact, I was so relaxed that I didn’t notice the girls slipping in next to me until I felt a warm kiss on my lips and a hand on my rapidly tightening cock. I opened my eyes and looked into Suzy’s eyes as her tongue slipped past my lips and twisted around mine. I realized that both hands were on my face and that the hand slowly rubbing my cock had to be Alexa’s.

I’m a hermaphrodite

Suzy pulled back. “Before we go any further, there’s something about me you should know…” She kept her hands on my shoulders, her eyes on mine, as Alexa continued to gently jerk my now rock-hard cock. Suzy took a deep breath. “When I was born, it was determined that I was a hermaphrodite and had fully functioning female and male sex organs.” If I was rock hard a few moments ago, I suddenly became iron-hard, my cock twitching in Alexa’s hand, my deepest fantasy coming to life before me.

Alexa giggled. “I think he likes it! Feel that!” grabbed Suzy’s hand and wrapped it around my cock. I reached out and pulled Suzy back to my lips and said before kissing her again, “Yeah, I like it!” After a kiss that lasted forever, we broke our embrace and took a moment to catch our breath.

Alexa had taken the opportunity to remove her bikini top, lit one of the joints and passed it to Suzy, who took a big drag before passing it to me. While I was enjoying my token, Alexa started kissing her friend deeply and squeezing Suzy’s tits while I watched, finding it hard to get exponentially harder by the second. I almost came when she made Suzy sit on my lap and press my lips to her nipples. I began to lick them, kiss them, and gently nibble on them. I felt first one and then the other swell under the stimulation of my mouth under her bikini. Then we stood with my hands on her firm ass and as we kissed I felt her erection rubbing against mine. I knew it was time.

I started kissing her neck and then up to her breasts, freeing her from her bikini top. Then I kissed her belly, licked her belly button and made her squeal and moan. Meanwhile, on my knees and the dark triangle of her bikini in front of my eyes, I watched her cock stretch across the skin-tight Lycra, I was pausing. All my life I had found some men attractive but had never had the opportunity to do anything about it, and now that I had found a beautiful hermaphrodite woman with what appeared to be a seven-inch cock, I was anxious not to let it slip away.

I took a deep breath and pulled down my bikini bottoms. It was bigger than I thought, seven and a half inches long, but thinner than mine and rose above the very neat and shaved pussy. In fact, it looked so appealing that I kissed her pussy and gently traced her labia with my tongue. Then I reached the base of her cock. With my mouth, I kissed it gently and moved languidly toward its circumcised tip. Then I licked her glans like a lollipop, causing her to writhe and moan like a woman possessed. “Oh my God,” Alexa said breathlessly, “that’s so hot!” Suzy kissed hard as I devoured her cock with my mouth. I managed to get about three-quarters of it in and was busy running my tongue around her cock when Suzy started to gasp. “I’m going to cum!” When she said that I clamped down with my lips and thrust down with my head, I almost swallowed the whole thing.

I almost gagged until I relaxed as the last two inches went deep into my throat. With that, she came and bucked furiously, her hands on the back of my head impaling me on her huge cock and her cock twitched as her sweet-salty come exploded into my mouth and throat, gallons of it seemed to come in such force and power volume that it filled my mouth and some exploded out of my nose. I sucked and licked like a madman in heaven as I swallowed her juice as she pulled out of me and sank to her knees beside me. “Oh my god, I’ve never come like this before!” She moaned and kissed me. Alexa joined us and began to lick the come that had escaped from my face and chest.

Suzy joined her and cleaned me with her tongue while Alexa pressed her lips to mine and stuck her tongue almost desperately into my mouth. Then she stood up. “Let’s continue this upstairs!” Suzy led me into the house and led me upstairs.
Alexa disappeared into her room while Suzy led me into her room and told me to lie on the bed as she disappeared into her walk-in closet. I closed my eyes and ran my hands over my chest, tickling and pinching my nipples and feeling like I was burning with horniness as I heard Suzy say, “That looks so sexy!” I opened my eyes to look at her and replied, “So do you.” She had donned a black basque, matching panties, stockings and a pair of black 6-inch stilettos. Alexa strutted into the room in a matching outfit, her big tits bubbling out of her basque and a huge rubber band dangling indecently from her crotch. She grabbed it in her hand and obscenely waved the latex phallus.

“Who wants to get fucked up?” she exclaimed. Suzy looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, gave me a mischievous grin and asked, “Do you trust us, John?”, I thought it over for at least a millisecond. “I put myself completely in your hands!” (What, did you think I was stupid enough to say no?) Alexa laughed, clapped her hands in delight and pulled me to my feet, leading me into the bathroom. “You’re going to love this,” she said, and put me in the shower. She grabbed a tube of depilatory cream and smeared a thick layer over my legs, chest and groin, taking care not to get any on my shaft.

Then she washed her hands, dried them and ran her fingers over my cock, making me hard again, before putting the head of my cock in her mouth. Just when I felt like she was going to make me come, she stopped and said, “Wash that off and come into the bedroom when you’re dry.” Following her instructions, I washed and dried off and ran my fingers over my now hairless legs before entering the bedroom. Suzy was standing next to a comfortable-looking chair and gestured me to her side.

“Do you mind wearing a blindfold?” she asked, “The effect is better if you see it when it’s done.” I smiled, took the blindfold and put it on. Then I felt a sensation like I had never felt before and when I smelled talc, realized she was slipping it over my legs.

On my back I felt a mind-like fingers running up and down my spine and my erection got harder. “Lift your left leg.” said Alexa. As I did, I felt something slide up my leg and feel cold for a moment. Then the process was repeated with my right leg and then I felt something wrap around my waist. “Breathe in,” Suzy whispered in my ears and as I did, I felt the garment pull my stomach in.

Then I was led, still blindfolded, and sat down on the comfortable chair. My toes and fingers were manipulated by the girls and I smelled the unmistakable smell of nail polish. Then something was attached first to one side of my chest and then to the other and I felt an unfamiliar weight pulling on my torso, not painful, just strange. I felt something lifting that weight and I felt two straps digging into my shoulders. Then Alexa said, “Keep your eyes closed.” and I felt the blindfold being removed.

For a few minutes feather touches traveled over my face and lips, and then I felt something being placed on my feet. Then I was led to my feet and found that I had to stand almost on tiptoe. Then I was led forward a few steps, told to lift my legs one at a time, and something was pushed up my legs and over my hips, trapping my cock in a tight embrace. “Open your eyes.” “Oh my God!” I whispered in disbelief. Looking into the large mirror, I saw not two beautiful girls and a man in tow, as I had expected, but three beautiful ladies, all dressed and made up.

I wore a long red wig and a pair of real emotional breasts jutted out of my chest, filling the cups of the Basque I was wearing and jiggling as I gently squeezed them. My bright red fingernails matched the gloss that covered my lips. “You made me beautiful!” I exclaimed excitedly “I knew she’d like it!” crowed Alexa “How do you feel?” asked Suzy.

“Stunned, confused and very, very horny!” I replied, tearing my eyes away from the reflection. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” I explained sheepishly. “What do you mean?” asked Suzy. “Yes,” I replied coquettishly, “you’re my first.” Alexa jumped up and clapped her hands squealing like an excited teenager.

“She’s a virgin! She’s a virgin!” “Oh!” whispered Suzy breathlessly “I’ve always wanted to be with a virgin!” I couldn’t help but feel like a slut, so I acted like a slut, batting my eyelashes at the girls and asking, “You’ll be gentle with me, won’t you?” as they took me in a triangular hug and led me to the bed. Over the next few hours we explored each other, stripping down to our stockings, which writhed like snakes as we kissed, licked, sucked and stroked each other. Suzy and I licked Alexa to a shuddering climax and Alexa helped me take Suzy away again. By this time I was so aroused that I was floating on a sexual high and I moaned, “Oh, please fuck me!” The girls laid me down on the bed and Suzy lowered herself over me in the sixty-nine position.

I took her proud cock in my mouth, licking and sucking on it as Suzy did the same to me. Then I felt a tongue lick my sphincter as Alexa rimmed my asshole and pushed her tongue into my virgin ass. I felt myself starting to cum, but when I tried to pull my cock out of Suzy’s mouth, she swallowed the whole length like I had done for her in the hot tub, and I swear I passed out for a moment upon my arrival. When I came to, Alexa and Suzy had switched places and Alexa’s dripping pussy was rubbing up against my face, her mouth over my still erect cock.

I felt something cold against my asshole and forced myself to relax as one of Suzy’s fingers and then another delicately entered me, Suzy moving them in and out of my ass at pace with Alexa’s lifting and lowering head. The feeling was so delicious to me that I moaned like the girl I felt and cried out, “Please Suzy, take me now!” Suzy pulled her fingers out of me and lubed up her cock. She positioned her glans at the entrance of my ass and slowly pushed the tip into my hot hole, slowly inserting more and more of herself into my needy body. “Get ready!” she whispered and thrust.

I cried out in ecstasy as she rammed the full length into me, thrusting my tongue as deep as I could into Alexa’s generous pussy. As the brief moment of pain turned to pleasure, Suzy began to rock, fucking me slowly and pulling me almost all the way out before gently filling me with her perfect cock. As the pace of her thrusts increased, Alexa slid off me and tightened her strap. She positioned herself behind Suzy and slid her long cock into Suzy’s dripping pussy, matching Suzy’s pace and tempo. Sexy hermaphrodite Suzy grabbed my cock with her hand and started jerking me off.

“Come with me, come with me!” She moaned and rammed my ass with more force as she approached her own orgasm. As I felt the first twitch of her cock inside me, I felt my own balls tighten and I screamed, “Yes, yes, I’m cumming…” And as my own orgasm exploded, sending thick jets of my creamy, thick come As I flew up to slap my chest and even my face, I felt the hot stream of Suzy’s eruption flying deep into my bowels. Our screams of pleasure filled the air as I seemed to come again and again.

As we lay on the bed, our chests heaving after climax, Alexa moved to my head and placed the rubber cock on my lips, rubbing Suzy’s juices over my face. She wiped a dollop of my Cum on the dildo and presented it to the sexy hermaphrodite Suzy, who eagerly licked it clean and then kissed me, transferring the taste of her pussy and mine to my taste buds as she raped my willing mouth with her tongue. I felt hard again! “Want more?” Suzy looked at my hard cock with surprise and pleasure. “As much and as long as you want!” I replied, “But I could use a drink, a smoke, and 10 minutes to catch my breath!” Looking at Suzy, I took a sip of whiskey, a hit on the joint and said very quietly, “You know this is serious, don’t you?” Suzy smiled at me.

“Oh yes lover! And I want it to be. Alexa too!” “Yeah, Lance was right, she’s a keeper!” agreed the Goth. And so it was, 10 years later we are still a threesome, living together, fucking each other regularly in insensitivity and sometimes dressing and trolling for others to join us in our nightly games.