Maggie's Date

Maggie's first view of Charlotte's new girl was somewhat as expected.  In a bedroom with stucco and bare beam walls, hung with red curtains and erotic paintings, outfitted with cherry red furniture and Symballan rugs, a medium height woman with red-orange hair and an obviously sculpted figure stood by the open window.  Her back was to the door, but Maggie could make out all the signs of a real professional.  She moved slowly and deliberately, her every intention to draw the eye to her legs, her ass, and as she turned, her perfect, round breasts.  She wore high heeled pumps with gold lace straps across the front.  Her legs and arms were clothed in skintight black latex.  From the way the gloves and stocking clung and moved with every muscle, Maggie suspected they were applied magically, perhaps an attempt by the herm to demonstrate some of her abilities.

As she finished turning, the lights from outside caught two important things.  First, her pussy lips glistened as she moved to make them visible.  Second, her cock was half erect and it too was slick and shiny.  Her balls were retracted if she currently had any, something herms did to make sure both the pussy and cock were both seen with a casual glance.

"Come in.  I'm Abigail.  Charlotte tells me you're a special guest, that you are to receive every consideration tonight."

Maggie stifled back a smile and put on her best professor attitude.

"Your accent,… Carellonian?"

"Well, close,… I'm originally from Foxmoor, Dient to be exact.  Grew up speaking Carellonian, though."

Maggie started to slowly undress.  The herm started to cross the room as if to offer assistance.  Maggie waved her off.

"And what brought you to these shores?"

"Ah, the interrogation,… very well.  That would be the Shadow War, or rather the overthrow of the King before the war."

"Really, were you a small child then?"

Abigail grinned, "Yes, I see.  The backdoor way to inquire as to a lady's age.  As we both know, I'm no lady,… so the answer is forty-five.  I'm forty-five.  I was eighteen when I left Dient and took the first boat out of Syvasport."

"Strange.  I'd think you'd,…"

"Recognize you as the beauteous Queen Amanda?  Of course.  But I'm also well aware of her,… doppelganger?  The infamous Maggie Hayes."

"Ah, so it’s a fanboy I've fallen in with?"

"No.  Not at all,… not that I'm not extremely impressed and yes, must admit some hero worship where your deeds and stories are concerned.  Tonight, I am but a humble courtesan, here to fulfill your every fantasy,… if they are within my power."

Maggie grinned as she bent over, pushing her tight shorts to her ankles.  She'd kept her full female form to this point, as walking around town with a massive boner under a pair of skimpy khaki shorts was more crowd causing than her stroll across the bar downstairs.  With that, she was completely naked.  She spun her hands slightly and cast the simplest of Conjure Garments spells, a simple pair of open toed high heels.  She shock her hair, normally worn short, tight and tied back under her hat, but now full and flowing over her shoulders down to mid back.  She found a stool and pushed it to the foot of the bed, motioning to Abigail.

"Well said, young one.  But any Erotic with a few spells up her cunt can conjure a phallus and claim to be a Herm.  It takes more than that and a well thought out age answer to prove your heritage."

"Oh, so its to be a test, is it?"

Maggie simply cocked her head.

"I assume Madame Charlotte put you up to this?"

"And if she did?"

"Then I will pass your test with flying colors, Lady Hayes."

"My first command to you, Abigail,… never call me 'Lady Hayes', 'Mistress', or 'Madame'.  'Maggie' will do, or perhaps even 'Margo' depending on how hard you cum.  And to that, your first test."

Abigail slid across the bed from the window side until she was sitting on the door side, one leg hanging off, the other sitting sideways near the foot-board.

"I'm all ears."

"So, that paltry cock wouldn't impress a ten year old virgin.  I assume you shapeshift a smaller one so as not to frighten the customers with 'the real thing'."

Abigail grinned and the cock started to grow.  It gain length and girth until it was easily thicker than her ankles or wrists and reached almost to her neck.

"Is that better?"

"Now another, right above the first."

Abigail raised an eyebrow and effortlessly repeated the process.  Two huge cocks now, stiff and erect, slightly curved with her choice of shapes, and bulging greatly in the middle of each almost blocked Maggie's view of the herm's face.  Anticipating Maggie's next request, a pair of balls of equal mass emerged from just above the herm's clit and stood stiff and erect as well, held aloft by internal muscle that only a Hermaphrodite could manage.  The purpose, obviously, was to retain visibility to her slick, spreading vulva.

"Will this do?"

"Excellent.  Now I want you to get both of them off, and your pussy, and all three must cum at the same time."

Abigail cocked her head and raised an eyebrow.  A challenge indeed.

The upper cock, she lay between her breasts, which seeming to defy gravity themselves, grabbed on to the massive cock as though she were using both hands to titty fuck the first pole.  The lower cock she took in her left hand and began stroking.  Maggie wasn't sure in the flickering candle light, but she could swear she saw the head of a third cock trying to emerge from Abigail's cunt from time to time.  Something was clearly pushing in and out from the inside, working her clit towards climax.

Maggie sat on the edge of the stool, her own juices starting to flow.  She produced her own massive cock, perhaps not as over-the-top as Abigail's, but she wasn't really trying to show off.  By the time Abigail decided to start sucking on her own upper cock, Maggie's had grown up past her cleavage, nearly to her neck.  She spread her legs a bit wider and soon decided to grab her own cock and begin masturbating.  She did so with enough violence to make her balls slap down against her clit and wet pussy lips with each stroke.

Abigail's sucking became loud and more lewd sounding as she moaned in her growing arousal.  Her right hand, holding her up on the bed, began to slip back, causing her to recline as it did.  Whether she was losing control or intended the move to give a better view of her pussy, Maggie couldn't tell and didn't care.

Finally, consumed with watching Maggie's growing cock being jacked off, Abigail's own first climax of the evening occurred as she had been instructed.  A massive gout of cum burst forth from the cock she was stroking.  Her cheeks expanded and cum squeezed past her lips from the cock she was sucking.  And as though a cock had indeed been inside her cunt the whole time, a blast of cum shot forth from her pussy.  Abigail groaned and bucked for several moments, the constant stream of cum puddling on the bed, the floor, and splattering the wall behind her.  Maggie could tell she was struggling to swallow every last drop that was fire-hosed into her mouth.  That, in itself told her much of the young herm.

When it was done, Abigail all but collapsed back onto the bed, her cocks beginning to shrivel down to a more manageable size and her pussy dribbling out its last few ounces of jizz.  Through gasping breaths, and not just one suppressed burp, Abigail inquired as to her grade.

"Well, Mags.  Was that what you wanted to see?"