I heard the moaning the minute I opened the door and, I'll be honest, I was pretty sure Helen of Troy was upstair having sex with someone that wasn't me. You know how your nous immediately jumps to the sorry case scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're cerebration is almost statistically impossible. But your brain doesn't upkeep. It always thinks the bad matter first.

And that's what I thought when I opened the threshold. I thought she was having an amour. I had no idea who it would be with, no one came to mind, but the way she was moaning, I was sure there was somebody up there going to town on her.

Now, some mass might have become immediately angry. They might accept slammed the room access and thrown their briefcase across the room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to kill someone. Most people would have lost their shit immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the handle. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the breast door as quietly as I could and crept up the stairs carefully trying to remember every spot that creaked.

And then I was in social movement of the door. I heard the bed creaking and then another flabby moan. I stepped closer. I heard a slurping phone. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my mind was one of those fast-forward movie collage, my brain showed me a chiliad computer memory of my wife's blowjobs. God, she was good at giving head. Always had been.

Then I had another thinking. What if it's a woman ? Then I realized that I hadn't heard anything that led me to believe there was anyone else in the family. I got a gumption that I was wrong. Something didn't make sense.

I took a deep breathing time and reached for the door grip. Whatever was going on, I was about to find out. I opened the door and found Helen. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a trunk of bod so magnanimous, she actually had the glans in her mouth. Yes, it had grown orotund enough that she could go down on it and was apparently enjoying the new found sensation.

It had been two days since her prick had somehow manifested. We had originally thought that we would go to the hospital about it, but then, we had n't. Neither one of us had any idea why it had happened. It simply had. At 2:30 in the sunup, she woke up with a shaft between her legs. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her scarf out clitoris that had somehow evolved to expel Thomas More come than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the last few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. had been interesting. We had both done in insane amount of research, you know trying our well to work out out what had caused the foreign protrusion. And we had talked about it nonstop.

But I think the reason that we had n't told anyone else about what had happened is because we both liked it. We had n't said it out loud, but I think we both knew it, right from the start.

So, standing in the doorway watching my married woman suck her own cock, I was both relieved and excited.

My encephalon shifted geartrain. My trouble and awe about an social occasion were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the first thought process that crossed my nous was ... Oh my God, that is so fucking sexy. And then I thought that I should probably say her how I felt about her new add-on. I mean, I had been very careful when her button expanded. Every time she had gotten a boner over the past twain of days, I had made trusted that I had abstained from everything but scientific rarity.

But in realness, I could n't stop thinking about her cock. Every sentence I thought about it, my own dick would thicken.

It took her a second to take in that the door was open and I was standing there. I mean, it would have taken me a second too.

She turned her head and our heart met. I saw care, superfluity, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen's eyes before. I don't really be intimate how to describe it, it was like strength or self-assurance, maybe it was haughtiness, but whatever it was kind of intimidating.

"Lucas ? I…"she sputtered holding onto her cock with one hand while a copious amount of money of precum dribbled over her finger's breadth."... it came back. I was at school."Her handwriting continued to slide up and down her length while she spoke."I don't know why. I don't know what happened."Her voice was a husky susurration.

And my cock was instantly hard. I looked down at hers. It was impossibly big. I mean, it was half the girth of my forearm and a solid ten or twelve inches. It glistened from the pre that she kept rubbing up and down.

There was a dealings jam of Holy Writ in my head. Every nerve in my body was jangly. I wanted to tell her that ever since it had originally happened, I had been excited.

I do n't fuck why I was so instantly attached to the matter. I mean, I had never been excited about another man's dick before, but when she had one ? Oh, my god, it was all I had thought about. I can't tell you how many times I masturbated during those first few days. Every time I took a shit, I masturbated. To be fair, I was a little let down when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My rima oris watered.

"I couldn't arrest it. It just kept getting bigger."Helen's hand kept sliding up and down."I don't know what to do ? I can't seem to ... it feels too good."Her breathing space came faster and I could tell she was getting close to the end.

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my head."It's fine, hear it's going to be okay."I moved toward the bed. I was care she was going to panic. I tried to unbutton my shirt as fast as I could. This was my chance, I could feel it. I did n't take my oculus off it. It was mesmerizing watching her cam stroke herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to act too.

I gave up on the push and climbed on the bed.

Helen of Troy was sitting up against the headboard, her knees spread, her pussy had already left a wet spot on the cover.

I stared at Helen, at the entirely scene.. I couldn't believe how incredibly hot she was.

I reached into my pant and straightened my rigidity, I pointed it up to get it out of the way. My fingerbreadth came away wet and shiny.

"Lucas ?"Helen of Troy looked at me and then at the prominence along the movement of my khakis."Are you punishing ?"

It felt corresponding prison term stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to null. My brain froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed tough and glanced at her gumshoe again. All I wanted to do was relate it, wrap up my fingerbreadth around it. The fact that she was on the very edge of an orgasm was driving me mad."I, um, you know, I mean you're obviously excited."

"This doesn't bother you ?"She pushed her dick toward me and a drop of clear pre fell onto the bed.

I swallowed hard again. I could experience a cool off sweat along my forehead. What if she did n't like my answer ? There were so many manner this could go wrongly. I was suddenly stymie and ashamed and terrorise of losing her."sweetheart, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing cock she was holding onto and my own ached to be touched,"I love you no matter what."I said.

"Even if I have a cock ?"she looked down at the tool in her deal, but I was for sure I saw the hint of a grin across her backtalk. She liked it too.

"peach,"I crawled closer,"I don't care."I reached out and wrapped my finger around hers."I am yours thick or thin."Her fingers were affectionate. She kept her grip and slowly moved her hand up and down.

But the increased pressure of my hand, made her tingle slightly. I looked over her body again. My cock had already left a wet mark on my pants. I could n't believe this was happening.

Helen of Troy was the most beautiful girl I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying breeding and I was studying computer architecture. I met her at a sorority function, she was a guest of one of the baby. We has both been standing on the sideline of the party when the quarterback for the team took a flying leap into the pool with all of his clothes on. Helen had leaned over to me and said : I never saw that coming. And that was it. We had been together ever since.

We were best admirer. We did everything together. I had never had so much in coarse with another person or such a cool off meter hanging out with them. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

"Oh my god,"she pulled her hand away and suddenly I was holding her new, giant cock.

The pelt was hot. The tissue as hard as my own. `` Do n't stop ! ``

I can not explain how amazing it felt to hold my married woman's rooster in my hand, to stroke it, or to see the look on her cheek. I don't think I had ever brought soul such pleasure in my life.

Another current of clear pre oozed from her tip and rolled over my digit. I used it like lotion and kept rubbing her dick.

"Oh, my God,"Helen of Troy put her men over her drumhead and arched her back. `` Yesss ... '' she whined.

I watched the pre spate from her hole again. I wanted to savor it. I moved closer to her, straddling her leg. I reached forward and slid a finger through the drop at her tip. I lifted it to my nozzle. I mean, what kind of pre did she get ? Was it like mine ? It looked like it.

With one hand stroking Helen's length, I wiped the finger across my spit. The taste was sweet, almost like honey and it had a slippery grain, just for a second and then it was gone."More,"Helen reached over, took me by the radiocarpal joint, and brought my other hand to her throbbing dick."Do n't contain,"she moaned as I ran the palm of my hand over her squishy tip.

I looked down at what I was doing and then back at my married woman's font. It didn't seem potential. How could she bear a cock like this ? And what else was happening to her ?

She was different, even though I really couldn't put my finger on it. She seemed stronger, lean maybe, like she had been working out and I hadn't noticed it before. Her breasts looked bombastic too.

I thought of how many clip Helen had given me a hand job, how she had stroked me, her grip and how she concentrated on exactly what I liked. I glanced back at Helen 's case. She was lost in disco biscuit. I kept moving my hired man sliding them up and down. All I wanted was to delight her.

"fuck, George Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, wild eye."Don't stop."She moved her hips in rhythm with my hands."Oh, that spirit so good !"She threw her read/write head back and her stopcock jerked another current of precum.

I kept moving, sliding my hired man along her hide. Then I wondered what it would be like to be fucked in the ass. I wiped my palm through the straighten out liquid and lathered her terminal as she fucked my hands.

And then she froze. She took a breath and I saw it catch in her throat. Her eyes closed and her jaw clenched.

I looked down just as her wholly organic structure trembled and the firstly deadbolt of cum surged into the air.

"Oh !"her eye opened. `` Oh fuck ! '' Her finger dug into the mantle like she was holding on for dear life. Every musculus in her body flexed at once.

I aimed her cock at my face like it was a fire hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to palpate her hot, sticky bliss, I wanted to be covered in her delight. Another stream splattered across my undefendable shirt. The liquid was warm and there was a sweetness to the olfaction. And I was in heaven. I couldn't believe how much she came, but I was lost in the second. I watched her look as she came, every viscid rope was accompanied by a moan and a look of excruciating delight. I wanted it. I wanted her to never quit."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my hired hand through the goo and continued to milk her cock,"give it to me."

She moaned and threw her head back."roll in the hay !"Another torrent of cum sprayed across my neck.

My cock ached to be touched and I saw a immense darkness spot in the framework where it was pressed, but there was no meter to think about my own coming. Helen was in the midsection of hers. My hands squeezed and tugged. Helen writhed. Cum covered my shirt and trouser.

When it was over, she leaned forward and kissed me like I had been gone for weeks. Our tongues moved back and forth into each other's mouths. The soft pillows of her chest were pressed against my hand. And her cock was still throbbing and jerking.

I leaned down and ran my tongue along the nape of her cervix. I let go of her penis and squeezed her white meat together. I ran her mammilla across my clear chest of drawers and the flock she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the first clock time, the shimmer. It was just for a second, maybe two, and it was faint, like swoon enough that I wasn't sure it was really. I mean, it could deliver just been a trick of the weak and we were both so high up on what was happening. But I am sure that was the outset metre I noticed it, there was just a tinge of drab along her shoulder, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but blue and in some strange practice. But it was so faint, I didn't think I saw it.

We kissed again. And it took everything I had not to depress my capitulum down on her cock.

It was so close, and I wanted to so bad. But I didn't. I didn't know how comfortable she was and besides she had just let go. Then I thought of her puss, the glistening incision below her still rigid tissue.

"Here,"Helen of Troy reached into my pants and wrapped her hands around my rooster."It's your turn,"she bit my earlobe.

I did. No sooner had she gotten her fingerbreadth around my dick and I was spraying my ecstasy into the waistline of my khaki's. I couldn't aid it. I don't know that I had ever been more wrench on then I was redress then. The intact experience had edged me for almost an hour. I was fuck drunk.

We kissed and fondled each other for another few bit before I got up, got undressed, and got a moist towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we variety of both decided that it was time to talk.

"Are you still afraid ?"I started. We were lying on our position face to look.

"No, for some reason I'm not."Helen's cock had disappeared a few hour after I had cum, it had simply slowly deflated and returned to a normal button, little, and hooded in the weather sheet of skin."Are you ? I mean, you have to tell me what you're thinking."She tilted her head."I'm serious."

It was her teacher nerve and I almost laughed."Are you kidding me ? I mean, Helen,"I reached over and tucked a roam hair behind her ear."I sort of got excited the inaugural time it happened."I felt myself blush. Why was it so abash, why did I hesitate to say it ?

Helen looked at me for a endorsement like she wasn't sure if I was telling the truth or not."What do you entail ?"

I swallowed. This was it. This was the bit where I told my wife that I was excited about the fact she suddenly had a penis. I took a breathing time and braced myself.

"I mean, when it first happened, I thought : Oh, that's interesting."Interesting wasn't the right hand word and I immediately regretted it.

"You mean…"she stopped herself like she wasn't trusted she wanted to finish the question."I mean, you aren't, like, worried ?"

"Worried ?"It was an honest question. I wasn't worried in the least that my married woman had a twelve inch pecker that was a solid three or four inches in diameter. I wasn't worried at all. I don't know exactly why I wasn't but the fact was - I was excited about it. But how do you say that without sounding looney, right ?"I mean, I would like to acknowledge what's going on, but if that's the way ... I mean, if you are going to have a…"I didn't know what to predict it. I hadn't thought about it - did she cogitate of it as something different ? What did she call it in her mind ?

"A cock ?"

I liked the callosity of the word when she said it. My own began to plump. Cock.

"Yeah,"I tried to smile but it felt crooked,"you know what I mean. I love you and if you have a hammer that's peachy, right ?"I tried not to sound nervous, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as thin as paper and that everything was going to break in the side by side judgment of conviction or two.

Helen took a second. She just sorting of stared into my eyes like she was running over her response, making trusted it was exactly what she wanted to say.

"Are you saying you like it ?"Her voice was drone and I couldn't tell what she wanted. Did she want me to be excited or did she want me to be weirded out ? Which one was going to take a crap her happy ? I knew where I stood. But could I recount her ?

"Yes,"I looked down between us. Her breasts were half-covered by the mantle, the cleavage between them was dreary and inviting. I thought of the way her phallus could lay between them, how she could titty fuck herself anytime she wanted.

And then I realized that she hadn't said anything and I looked back up at her eyes.

"It's so unusual,"she sighed,"it's like I don't recognise how to palpate about it, like there's a part of me that likes it."She looked down at mine and smiled."I kind of always wondered what it would be like, and I only seem to give birth it when it's really, really,"she paused and grinned,"enjoyable ? Is that the Word I want ?"

I leaned against her. What was happening to us ? How wonderful was this going to be ?

"I mean, contribution of me wants it. percentage of me really wants it, but that theatrical role is like a new region of me. Like a component of my personality that I didn't know I had. I don't really understand it. I just know that when it wants, I can't seem to push aside it. I give it what it wants ?"She looked at me and shrugged."Does any of that make any gumption to you ?"

I laid my hand over hers."I think it does. The penis can't be the only change, right ? There have to be some former physiological variety. It ejaculates like a regular member, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did commemorate a fair amount of money about my dust from science class.

She scooted penny-pinching and I felt her mamilla against my arm. It was hard and a little shiver went through me. I was so sword lily it was Friday. I had a feeling it was going to be a late night.

I kissed her softly."I'm with you no affair what."

"Have you found anything that makes any common sense of this though ?"I could tell that role of her was still curious about the science of what was happening. Even if some constituent of her accepted it, she still wanted an answer. She had always had a cracking good sense of curiosity, she liked to understand things and how they worked.

"No,"I scooted back a bit on the bed and looked her over. She was so beautiful. Her long legs and perfect second joint."You ?"

"No,"she shook her head and kind of stared up at the ceiling."What if it's one of the myths, like one of those stupefied legends we keep stumbling over ?"She looked at me seriously.

"Like the taradiddle with deception and goddesses and poppycock ?"It was all either of us had found, a million internet site devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent hours on them, flipping through the principal picture gallery of hentai and futa, reading the stories posted across the net.

"What other account is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was serious. She was a professor, a raw skeptic. She didn't believe in anything but art and science. And now she was talking about what if there was magic ? But she was right. There wasn't a medical diary article ever written that described what was happening to Helen. Trust me, I had spent hour searching.

"I mean, we find new things all the time, right ? And the eastern religious belief and mythology, there has to be some validity to those caption, right ?"

"I know what it sounds like, but I kind of just want a reason. I want to sympathise it, even if it's magic. I don't care, I just want to know."

"Magic,"I chuckled,"That's exactly what that thing is,"I looked under the mantle,"magic."

Helen of Troy threw the covers back and rolled on top of me."springiness me another hired hand job,"she pressed her lips against mine and I felt her cock twitch to life.


***

I think it was Sunday break of the day, early. I woke up and felt Helen's cock against the small of my back. It wasn't fully erect, it was probably six or seven inches, plump but not hard. We were curled up in bed, her arm draped over me, her breath at the backrest of my cervix.

I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was impossible not to, so a great deal had changed over just a few Day. I mean, when the week started, spirit had been normal - employment, eat, and dramatic play as usual. We were just two pro in their too soon thirties. But now ?

We had blown off all of our friends off since the adventure started. We told them that one of us wasn't feeling well or that we had program already. It was early, simple lies that gave us a few days to work out out what was happening and what we were going to do. But as I laid there staring off into the dark of our room, I wondered about our life sentence, like what was going to change ?

It wasn't an tardily head to speculation at. I mean, Helen was changing, not just her new addition either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the alteration much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was inquiry and orgasm, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I wasn't complaining that was for sure. ) She was changing physically. It was slight, but I think we both noticed it. When her penis presented she kind of changed. She grew a little taller, a petty thicker. Her bosom grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her finger's breadth seemed a little longer. It happened slowly, like you didn't really observe it until it was over.

It was foreign. It felt dangerous and I loved it.

But there were more changes than just to her exterior. That was one of the things Helen of Troy did talk about. She was careful when she described it. She liked to think of it as a part of her that she had always repressed because it form of scared her. She liked to be a little dominant. She liked to be firm.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me fuck her. I would demand her from tush, grabbing her hips and thrusting. And she would get rough. She wanted me to fill her wrists, to pull in her backwards and lie with her as hard as I could.

Her mammoth cock would spring and slap against her chest, oozing a steady watercourse of pre. But I could tell it wasn't enough. No subject what I did, how I fucked her, I could tell it was lupus erythematosus than she wanted.

When we talked, she said she loved it, the way she felt.

I did too. It was fun to have a new English of Helen of Troy, especially when we were all sex-crazed.

I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. I shifted a little to get more comfortable and Helen slipped her hand around my pectoral and squeezed,

I couldn't tell if she was awake or not but her putz was still tough and touching my back.

And then she shifted her consistency, pulled herself closer to me, and dropped her hips so that her dick was sitting right on top of my ass, lengthwise along the valley of my ass. I froze.

Whether she was awake or not, I kind of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the office was improper. I knew the mechanics of such a matter would be painful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the part where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my back and milk her ten inches of sway hard dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

I froze. The second was over. My stopcock was throbbing.

It wasn't the maiden time I had thought about her pecker and my ass meeting. It wasn't my beginning opinion when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the first few. First I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to taste it. But by Sunday morning time, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a natural progression.

I loved her prick. I loved the way it looked and felt, I loved the way she tasted, but I loved cypher better than pleasing her. And, although the moment had passed that evening, I had a feel there would be other evenings.

I closed my centre and wondered what it would be like, what it would find like to birth her push into me. I had no idea. I had never played with my motherfucker before, it had never crossed my mind. But now ? Now it seemed like the next footfall, right ? A born advancement.

And then Helen rolled back over. Within a breath her body had conformed to my material body, except she reached down between our torso. She shifted her pelvis and pulled back a few inches.

I waited, unsure of what she was doing.

Then she pushed forward. Her cockhead slipped between my ass cheeks.

I wasn't ready for the tactile sensation, it tickled and surprised me. I moved away but her helping hand held onto my hip and she tried to re-position herself.

I pulled away and turned over to face at her. Her centre were closed. She was still departed, her turncock half-erect in her hand."Helen,"I whispered, not convinced.

She moaned softly and then opened her eyes."Hey,"she smiled in the darkness.

"Hey, leave my ass alone,"I smiled.

Helen of Troy's eyes went broad with surprise."What ?"She looked down to where she was holding her erection."Oh, my God, what happened ?"She let go of her tool and sat up.

I watched her, conflicted. Now I felt guilty. This was not going to avail my case later. You know, where I tried to excuse to her that I did want her to try and make love me. Just not right now, not this second.

But the look on her face wasn't surprisal. I could see the lie in her eye. She knew what she was doing. It was almost like it wasn't Helen or, at least, the Helen of Troy I was used to. This was the new Helen.

I liked it, the self-confidence and strength, but it also scared me because I didn't know it well. Could I trust it ? Was it still mostly the Helen I loved or someone else ?"You, um, made a play for my ass,"I explained.

"fountainhead,"she looked down at my erection,"how do you feel about that ?"Her prick was just slightly bigger than mine and pointing at me.

"I ... uh."I hadn't expected the question and I wasn't sure enough she was severe."I mean, I've opinion about it, but…"

"Oh you have ?"She bit her lower lip in that aphrodisiac way that every man likes.

"I mean, well, you know, yeah, it's crossed my mind."I looked down a petty block. Why could I still not say it ?"But I don't think I'm ready."I thought about the fact that I knew next to nothing about my own ass.

She grinned."Let's feel out,"she wrapped her long digit around the base of her cock."Back up."

My centre beat against my chest like I had just run a 5k."I think I need to, you know, organise, practice…"

"frill, come here. I'll be gentle."The look in her oculus was playful.

"No,"I swatted at her hired hand,"soon."

I scooted away and opened my eye. It was a dream. Helen was still on the other side of the bed. It had just been a dream. I wasn't certain if I was disappointed or relieved.

The next morning, Mon, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser underdrawers."just morning,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the curves of her body.

She turned and smiled at me sans penis."sunup, baby."

"I had a crazy dream."I chuckled.

"Yeah ?"she whispered like there was someone else in the room that might hear us."Was I in it ?"

"Obviously."I thought back to the dream and the way it had felt when she had pushed against me.

"Was I mean ?"She was severe.

"What do you mean ?"

"I mean, I don't understand what's happening."She shook her head a little."I know that sounds crazy."

"No, it's fine."I got up from the bed, my break of the day Ellen Price Wood springing up proudly."I think its parting of whatever is happening to you."

"I know but I can't control it,"all the fun was gone from her voice and her face was serious."Sometimes I feel like I'm a unlike person."

I sat on the boundary of the bed and cleared the sleep from my eyes."But it's not a bad affair, right ?"It was all a clutter inside. I couldn't imagine how chilling all of it must consume been for her.

"That's just it, I don't know."She sat down beside me and I saw the worry in her eyes."I don't understand what's happening and when it's here,"she looked down between her legs."I can't seem to hold in myself."

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. She leaned her header against my articulatio humeri."Everything is going to be ok,"I kissed her brain.

***

When I opened my eyes on Tues, I knew something was different. I felt lighter, like I was a footling floaty. It was weird. I sat up half-expecting my stomach to flip, but it didn't. I wasn't nauseated, I just felt lighter, like I was either dramatically inviolable, which didn't looking at to be the lawsuit, or I had lost a few pounds.

I stood up. Everything seemed to mould. aught was sore, nada looked bruised. I rubbed my eyes. The last few days had been so unknown, maybe it was all in my imagery. I mean, there was nothing visibly wrong with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary and played out. following to the coffee bean maker were two coffee cupful set out on the sideboard so I would point out them. One was vacuous and one had a note in front of it.

I grabbed the little parapraxis of newspaper publisher and opened it. After last Night's fun, I thought you might savour this with your breakfast.

I thought about the Night before, the way I had finally sucked her pecker past my gag reflex. I had almost gotten my nose to the smooth skin of her venter. She was so bass. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her load down my throat, across my face and her breast.

I picked up the umber cup. The liquid inside was opaque and there was the slightest alteration in compactness throughout. I smiled. It was her bliss, she must cause jacked off before she left. I was good-for-nothing I had missed it. I was addicted to the stuff.

I dipped my digit into the warm liquid and slipped it into my mouth. The honey-textured sweetness coated my tongue. My cock immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another finger and brought it to my mouth.

An nonvoluntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my eyes remembering how her cock felt in my sass. How I had put one hand on the bottom of her cock, sucking strong, going up and down, using my tongue everywhere. How my other hand had slue three fingers into her dripping hole, forcing her further into my mouth, making her fuck my human face harder and faster. How I had brought her to the tongue's edge and then backed way off - just flipping my tongue through the pre at the tip of his dick until she calmed down.

I reached down and slowly ran a mitt over my glans.

The finale week had been a sexual crack and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost impossible to believe. Nothing as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger in my wife's punk and thought back over it all, her penis appearance, the first blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure she was going to love me - at some distributor point.

I had already started inquiry on the subject. Although even that proved to be daunting at times. ( Is it still called pegging even when your wife has an actual penis ? )

Yes, I had been doing all form of recitation and research during the day. Not only was I searching for exactly what had happened to Helen to start all of this, but I was also interested in a number of homosexual aspect that our relationship would now include.

For instance, I had been learning how to prepare my ass for Helen's care. Of course, I hadn't mentioned any of my research to her. I kept that section a privy and came up with all kinds of justifications for doing so.

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific aim to jazz me. I'm not sure the thought had ever crossed her nous before Sunday Nox. I, on the other paw, had thought of little else. I mean, the morning after her peter made its kickoff appearance, I had already considered the possibility.

I swirled my digit through her nectar again and imagined her stroking herself into the cup while I slept, standing in the kitchen gripping her dozen inches. What was she thinking about ? Me ?

My bridge player worked up and down my own distance and I lifted the cup to my lips. It smelled like dear. I took a long swallow, swirling the goo across my natural language before swallowing it down. God, it was so ardent and sweet. Why wasn't my own cum sweetness ? I put the looking glass down and took a deep breath. It was just like it had been the night before. Helen's cum affected me like alcohol. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a little airheaded, my face stuck in a grin. I felt great.

I drank a cup of java while I stood there fantasizing about Helen bending me over the kitchen table. Then I wandered off to the bathroom. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like to have Helen behind me. I stepped into the bathroom, closed the doorway, and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

That was the first time I saw it. The very first metre I wondered, even if only for a bit, if magic wasn't real. It was eldritch. For a carve up second, I thought I saw something glow along the mirror, right on the contemplation, something swooning blue devil. It was just for a second, a flash bulb, and it was gone.

I couldn't tell if the foreign light was on them mirror on if had been on me. I looked myself over, but there was nothing.

I looked back into the mirror. Maybe it was just a side effect of Helen's condition.

But then I kind of got caught up in the reflection, the Brigham Young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty proficient, if I did say so myself. I flexed my arms and watched the muscle bulge. I changed the affectation and noticed that I was lithe, like I was a cat, a tiger or a cheetah.

Now, don't get me wrong. I worked out three times a week, I was pretty well built. Helen always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was different. This was incline, thin than I normally was. And the affair that made it especially strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt solid, leaner, and lithe. I felt like a predator.

After goofing off for a few More minutes in the mirror, I decided to hop in the rain shower. I had affair to do, important things to do before Helen got rest home and I felt a picayune hangdog for the intemperance I had just spent ten proceedings on. I turned on the water and closed the pall.

The hot water felt good. I turned around and let it run down my cervix and back. I closed my eyes and thought about the night before, the way her cock felt in between my ass buttock. It had only been a dream but my capitulum was still running with it. My eager dick immediately began to beg for attention, staring up at me like a one-eyed puppy. But I wanted something else.

I turned the shower temperature down a little. I flexed my cocksucker. It felt good, the way every brawn down there responded in musical harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to palpate what she was going to feel like. I was curious.
About an time of day later, my skin wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the cascade floor. I had cum twice. By the end I had three finger in my ass, foster than I ever thought possible and nothing had ever felt so good.


I got to the shop by just around lunch. There was a wet blot at the top of my pants, but my t-shirt hid it. My precum had gushed the entire effort. I was so wind up. I don't know what it was really. Was it the fact that it was a surprise/secret for Helen ? Was it the fact that I had never, in fact, been to a sex shop before ? Or maybe it was just the fact that I had liked the way it felt in the exhibitor. I had liked it a lot. And anything that would help me get Helen inside me - I was all in.

The girl behind the counter was in her latterly XX. She had farseeing earrings that touched her shoulders which in number made her headway flavor disproportionately close to her chest. She had on an old t-shirt, a band or toon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the t-shirt but because I didn't fuck how to discuss sexual things with a stranger.

I walked around the plaza trying to look as casual as I thought you were supposed to. It was in fact dejeuner time on a weekday so there wasn't even anyone to watch me being an idiot.

The girlfriend behind the counter form of sighed the tierce time that I glanced over at her. She tucked a free strand of what appeared to be a single dreadlock behind her ear."Hey,"her tone was authoritative, brusque even."semen here. What are you looking for ?"

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty sure the tone I was having was flee ! And for a break indorsement, I almost went that way, but instead, I realized what she was doing. She was helping me. We were alone. This was straight. Efficient. We were adult.

"coffin nail plug,"I said the word, alone. I just kind of threw it out there.

"First time ?"She raised her eyebrow but that was her only expression and we still hadn't made eye contact. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many proctor positioned around the store to score sure no one stole anything.

"Yes, please. My, uh, cooperator's dong is huge."I couldn't believe how difficult it was to say that judgment of conviction.

She walked over to me and then stepped into the aisle next to where I was."You want to take off here."She waited until I caught up and then pointed.

The thing was minor and exactly like the ones I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a finger's breadth and a half all-inclusive.

The untried madam with the dark whisker and a single dreadlock made a strait I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped sparking plug but prominent. It was closer to three, supple fingers.

I glanced back at the shelf.

"Are you life-threatening ?"She looked me in the eye for the third metre since I had come in the door.

"Yes,"I thought of Helen of Troy's twelve in. It was derisory. But I wanted it. I wanted it to scatter me wide. I wanted to see the pleasure on her font when she came. Oh, my god, I was so excited to notice out what that would sense like !

"Then this one, but Jesus, take it slow, ok ?"There was echt concern in the untried adult female's voice.


When I got home it was after two. I went straight to the lav. No, I disappeared into the lav for twenty minutes, stuck that get-go plug in my ass, jerked off two to a greater extent meter, and then got into some jeans to garden.

It was the joy of working from home base. Helen wandered off for a regimental day, but I could do pretty often whatever I wanted. It wasn't a bad gig, and two twenty-four hour period before Helen presented. I had just closed out a final payment on a multi-building agency park.

So, Monday was gardening in the back grand. I had a trellis of roses that needed a bazaar quantity of attending and it was a perfect day - cloudy, in the high sixties, and barely a air. And I had my first stub plug in, which meant I was as firmly as a rock.

I was careful with the roses. I had been training them for two years, gently guiding them around the trellis'posts and over the delicate arch. I had to readjust my aching boner more than I thought possible. It was incredible, the way the plug stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate every once in a spell. I was in heaven.

I wondered when Helen of Troy would be abode. I debated back and forth whether or not I was going to severalise her. It felt so naughty keeping a mystical but I loved it.

But in the end I couldn't decide. So, then I began to imagine it.

I tried to guess when it would happen. Would it be like the night before ? Would I wake up just as she was getting hard ? Or would it be earlier ? I mean, we had already form of talked about it. Would it happen after dinner ?

It was the early matter that I kind of liked about the new Helen, she became dominant when her dick was around. She was substantial, more demanding and aggressive. I loved it. The new side of her made me felicitous, a new panorama to us.

When she came home she was already turned on. Her clit had not gone through its splendid transmutation, but she was hot. I had a notion she would be, especially if I was just in my denim when she got home. It was one of her favorite looks on me.

Within five minutes though, I was on my knees, her cock in my mouthpiece while I arched my back and adjusted my hip joint to put my butt plug against my prostate.

It didn't take her farsighted to cum. I had her just deep in my throat, as far as my jaws would take into account. Her script were on the dorsum of my read/write head and her pelvis were working in and out. I moaned as my own cock spasmed and darkened a circle along near the waist of my blue jean.
And then I felt it spraying down my throat. I swallowed and Helen groaned and pressed deeper. My jaw ached but I didn't concern.

I wore the plug through dinner. Helen was pretty tranquility while we ate. She said that Robert had gotten in trouble with some young lady, Mika. Something like torment. She didn't think it was going to be a Brobdingnagian mass, but she said it was concerning.

I asked her why she was so quiet and she smiled."I think I'm a little tired,"she glanced up at my fuzz where it was still wet from her cum.

"Makes sense,"I finished off my home plate and took a long sip of wine.

"What did you do all day ?"She took a bite.

I thought of the umber cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How lots could I take in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my center across her physical structure. She was so hot. The past week had changed her and she had been beautiful before. Now though ? She was something else. I leaned across the table and kissed her.

"That girl Mika though,"Helen said."She's hassle. I mean, I can't consider she went after a professor like that."

It caught me off guard duty and I sat back down at the table."That's the girlfriend's name that filed the claim thing ?"

Helen of Troy looked like I had just snapped her out of some soporific State."What ?"She asked.

"You alright ?"I didn't understand what was happening.

"Yeah,"she shook her straits."I think I need to get some sleep."She put her napkin on her collection plate and stood up.

I followed her up to the bedroom. I'll be good, I was a little frustrated. I mean, I had enjoyed the coffee cup present and the opportunity to give her head the hour she walked in the door, but I had been hoping the evening was just getting started.

I walked her into the bedchamber and she started to get undressed. She unbuttoned her top and threw it over by the cupboard. Then she unclipped her bra and tossed it in the like focussing."Are you going to cuddle with me for a piddling while ?"

I looked down at her bosom.

Helen of Troy's titmouse were one of her best feature film before her new dead body, but now ? Now they were ilk Eruca sativa, missiles ready to launch off and they were huge, a full handful more than a week before.

"Yeah,"I unbuttoned my denim and lifted my leg to take them off. I remembered the plug or, rather, the plug gently reminded me where it was. A piddling shiver went through me and I felt my phallus react.

"Are you alright ?"Helen walked over to me and put her arms around my cervix, her titty against my bare chest.

My member rose against her thigh and then I felt hers push against mine."Oh ?"

Helen grinned."Maybe once before I go to sleep ?"She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her fingerbreadth touched the edge of the plug. She pulled away from me, just a couple of column inch while her fingers explored the edge of my surreptitious.

I bit my small lip. This was not how I had planned this to go.

"Lucas ? What is ?"

"hindquarters plug,"the word had served me well earlier and I hadn't even owned one yet.

"Oh my god, are you grave ?"Her cock continued to grow. It was already thirster than mine.

"I turned and around and bent over slightly before I wiggled my ass."You like it ?"

Helen reached out a hand and slowly pulled it halfway out and then slipped it back in.

A shiver ran through my full consistency.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

I looked over my shoulder joint and she grinned."Are you trusted ?"

I spread my thighs. I had never been so sure about anything in my aliveness. My cock was throbbing, jerking up and down at the sentiment of her fill me.

She put a hand on my hip and lined herself up.

I tried to unstrain. I took a hint and concentrated. And then she was pressing into me. Her cockhead was extensive and legato and I could feel my sphincter surround it.

The item are not of import. phonograph needle to say, there were a few false starts, places where Helen had to lay off, but she was so patient role. It took some work. I hadn't planned on the painfulness, but eventually, Helen had more than half of her length in me. I felt full. I was panting and trying to relax.

And as Helen of Troy gave me time to adjust, she intertwined her finger's breadth with mine. She stretched my weapon over my top dog and covered me. Her body felt so good. Her prick so thrilling. It was the most intimate minute I had ever felt.

"I love you,"I said.

"I love you too,"Helen of Troy whispered.

Helen started slowly sliding in and out of me. Her body was still draped over me, covering me from head to toe, and a thin shininess of sweat cattle farm between us.

"You feel so good,"Helen panted softly in my ear."I'm going to cum."

I reached up and vellicate my own nipple. The pain slashed through me."I'm close,"a large drib of clear precum oozed onto the blanket.

"I'm going to cum inside you,"Helen leaned back a little as her hips moved faster.

I could palpate every vein, every inch and curved shape of her as she pushed and pulled. And then she did it. She pushed into me as deeply as she could. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I could feel her cum gushing inside of me.

She reached around and squeezed my penis. That was all it took. She moaned as I clamped down around her and iridescent my load onto the blankets.

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Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed the story. This story was lifted from the serial publication : short Monster on Amazon. If you would like to see how all of this began and what happens next, check it out - it is current on chapter 17 !