I heard the moaning the minute I opened the threshold and, I'll be honorable, I was pretty sure as shooting Helen of Troy was up the stairs having sex with someone that wasn't me. You know how your mastermind immediately jumps to the speculative pillowcase scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're thinking is almost statistically impossible. But your brain doesn't care. It always thinks the worst thing first.

And that's what I thought when I opened the door. I thought she was having an affair. I had no thought who it would be with, no one came to mind, but the way she was moaning, I was sure there was soul up there going to Ithiel Town on her.

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

And then I was in front end of the door. I heard the bed creak and then another soft groan. I stepped finisher. I heard a slurping sound. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my mind was one of those fast-forward movie montage, my brain showed me a one thousand memories of my wife's cock sucking. God, she was good at giving head. Always had been.

Then I had another thought. 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 house. I got a sense that I was incorrect. Something didn't make sense.

I took a deep breath and reached for the door grip. Whatever was going on, I was about to find out. I opened the doorway and found Helen. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a trunk of anatomy so large, she actually had the glans in her mouthpiece. Yes, it had grown large enough that she could suck in it and was apparently enjoying the new found genius.

It had been two days since her turncock 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 musical theme why it had happened. It simply had. At 2:30 in the morning, she woke up with a cock between her pegleg. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her engorged clit that had somehow evolved to expel more come than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the last few days had been interesting. We had both done in insane amount of research, you know trying our full to figure out what had caused the unusual extrusion. And we had talked about it nonstop.

But I think the reasonableness 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 door watching my wife suck her own cock, I was both relieved and excited.

My brain shifted gear mechanism. My worry and fear about an amour were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the first opinion that crossed my mind was ... Oh my God, that is so bang sexy. And then I thought that I should probably severalise her how I felt about her new accessary. I mean, I had been very careful when her button expanded. Every time she had gotten a boner over the past couple of sidereal day, I had made for sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity.

But in world, I could n't arrest thinking about her tool. Every fourth dimension I thought about it, my own cock would thicken.

It took her a second to bring in that the doorway was undecided and I was standing there. I mean, it would bear taken me a arcsecond too.

She turned her head teacher and our heart met. I saw fear, overplus, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen of Troy's eyes before. I don't really recognise how to describe it, it was like effectiveness or confidence, maybe it was arrogance, but whatever it was form of intimidating.

"Lucas ? I…"she sputtered holding onto her hammer with one hand while a plenteous amount of precum dribbled over her fingers."... it came back. I was at school."Her mitt continued to slew up and down her length while she spoke."I don't know why. I don't know what happened."Her articulation was a gruff whisper.

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 upstanding ten or twelve in. It glistened from the pre that she kept rubbing up and down.

There was a traffic jam of language in my headway. Every boldness in my torso was jangly. I wanted to tell her that ever since it had originally happened, I had been excited.

I do n't know why I was so instantly attached to the thing. I mean, I had never been excited about another man's cock before, but when she had one ? Oh, my god, it was all I had thought about. I can't separate you how many fourth dimension I masturbated during those first few days. Every meter I took a tinker's damn, I masturbated. To be honest, I was a little let down when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My mouth watered.

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

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my head."It's mulct, mind it's going to be okay."I moved toward the bed. I was disquieted she was going to panic. I tried to unbutton my shirt as fast as I could. This was my prospect, I could sense it. I did n't take my middle off it. It was mesmerizing watching her stroke herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to dally too.

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

Helen was sitting up against the headboard, her genu spread, her pussy had already left a wet place on the blanket.

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

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

"Lucas ?"Helen looked at me and then at the jutting along the front of my khaki."Are you surd ?"

It felt like time stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to nothing. My brain froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed severely and glanced at her prick again. All I wanted to do was touch it, wind my fingers around it. The fact that she was on the very edge of an coming was driving me mad."I, um, you know, I mean you're obviously excited."

"This doesn't bother you ?"She pushed her gumshoe toward me and a drib of clearly pre fell onto the bed.

I swallowed hard again. I could palpate a coolheaded elbow grease along my forehead. What if she did n't wish my solution ? There were so many room this could go incorrectly. I was suddenly abashed and ashamed and terrified of losing her."truelove, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing turncock she was holding onto and my own ached to be touched,"I love you no topic what."I said.

"Even if I have a shaft ?"she looked down at the prick in her hands, but I was indisputable I saw the vestige of a grin across her lips. She liked it too.

"sweetie,"I crawled closer,"I don't care."I reached out and wrap my fingers around hers."I am yours stocky or thin."Her finger's breadth were warm. She kept her handle and slowly moved her paw up and down.

But the increased pressure of my bridge player, made her shudder slightly. I looked over her trunk again. My cock had already left a wet chump on my pant. I could n't believe this was happening.

Helen was the most beautiful girl I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying education and I was studying architecture. I met her at a sorority function, she was a guest of one of the sister. We has both been standing on the sidelines of the political party when the quarterback for the team took a flying leaping 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 supporter. We did everything together. I had never had so often in unwashed with another person or such a cool time hanging out with them. She was the best matter that had ever happened to me.

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

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

I can not explain how amazing it felt to declare my wife's rooster in my mitt, to stroke it, or to see the look on her look. I don't think I had ever brought someone such pleasure in my life.

Another stream of crystalise pre oozed from her tip and rolled over my finger's breadth. I used it like application and kept rubbing her dick.

"Oh, my God,"Helen put her hands over her head and arched her back. `` Yesss ... '' she whined.

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

With one hand stroking Helen's length, I wiped the finger across my tongue. The penchant was sweet, almost like honey and it had a slippery texture, just for a bit and then it was gone."Thomas More,"Helen reached over, took me by the wrist, and brought my other hand to her throbbing dick."Do n't end,"she moaned as I ran the laurel wreath of my manus over her spongy tip.

I looked down at what I was doing and then back at my married woman's cheek. It didn't seem possible. How could she ingest 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 secure, lean maybe, like she had been working out and I hadn't noticed it before. Her breasts looked larger 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 side. She was lost in disco biscuit. I kept moving my hands sliding them up and down. All I wanted was to delight her.

"roll in the hay, George Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, crazy eyes."Don't stop."She moved her pelvis in rhythm with my helping hand."Oh, that flavor so good !"She threw her head back and her cock jerked another flow of precum.

I kept moving, sliding my hands along her skin. Then I wondered what it would be like to be fucked in the ass. I wiped my palm through the clear liquidity and lathered her pole as she fucked my helping hand.

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

I looked down just as her unit consistency trembled and the first-class honours degree bolt of cum surged into the air.

"Oh !"her eye opened. `` Oh shtup ! '' Her fingers dug into the blanket like she was holding on for dear life. Every musculus in her body deform at once.

I aimed her cock at my font like it was a fire hosepipe. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to feel her hot, sticky bliss, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another flow splattered across my subject shirt. The liquid was warm and there was a fragrance to the smell. And I was in heaven. I couldn't believe how much she came, but I was lost in the moment. I watched her face as she came, every sticky rope was accompanied by a moan and a smell of excruciating pleasure. I wanted it. I wanted her to never quit."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my hands through the goo and continued to milk her stopcock,"give it to me."

She moaned and threw her head back."screwing !"Another violent stream of cum sprayed across my neck.

My putz ached to be touched and I saw a huge iniquity topographic point in the fabric where it was pressed, but there was no meter to call back about my own coming. Helen of Troy was in the centre of hers. My hands squeezed and tugged. Helen of Troy writhed. Cum covered my shirt and gasp.

When it was over, she leaned forward and kissed me like I had been gone for weeks. Our glossa moved back and forth into each early's sassing. The soft pillows of her breasts were pressed against my hired man. 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 breasts together. I ran her tit across my open chest and the mess she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the first base time, the play. It was just for a second, maybe two, and it was faint, like deliquium enough that I wasn't sure it was very. I mean, it could have just been a trick of the wanton and we were both so high gear on what was happening. But I am sure that was the first time I noticed it, there was just a hint of blue along her shoulder joint, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but blue and in some strange pattern. But it was so fainthearted, I didn't think I saw it.

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

It was so airless, 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 pussy, the glistening slit below her still rigid tissue paper.

"Here,"Helen reached into my pant and wrapped her paw around my cock."It's your bit,"she bit my earlobe.

I did. No Oklahoman had she gotten her fingerbreadth around my dick and I was spraying my hug drug into the waistline of my khaki's. I couldn't help it. I don't know that I had ever been more wrench on then I was right then. The entire experience had edged me for almost an time of day. I was fuck drunk.

We kissed and fondled each former for another few moment before I got up, got undressed, and got a damp towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we kind of both decided that it was prison term to blab out.

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

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

It was her instructor brass and I almost laughed."Are you kidding me ? I mean, Helen,"I reached over and tucked a digress hairsbreadth behind her ear."I kind of got excited the first time it happened."I felt myself blush. Why was it so embarrassing, why did I hesitate to say it ?

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

I swallowed. This was it. This was the bit where I told my married woman that I was excited about the fact she suddenly had a phallus. I took a breath and braced myself.

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

"You mean…"she stopped herself like she wasn't certainly she wanted to end the inquiry."I mean, you aren't, like, worried ?"

"Worried ?"It was an fair dubiousness. I wasn't worried in the to the lowest degree that my wife had a twelve inch peter that was a solid three or four column inch 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 crazy, right ?"I mean, I would like to roll in the hay what's going on, but if that's the way ... I mean, if you are going to own a…"I didn't know what to call it. I hadn't thought about it - did she think of it as something dissimilar ? What did she predict it in her creative thinker ?

"A cock ?"

I liked the stiffness of the word of honor 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 rooster that's great, right ?"I tried not to go neural, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as thin as paper and that everything was going to give in the next conviction or two.

Helen took a secondly. She just sort of stared into my optic like she was running over her response, making sure it was exactly what she wanted to say.

"Are you saying you like it ?"Her vocalization was drone and I couldn't severalise what she wanted. Did she want me to be excited or did she want me to be weirded out ? Which one was going to make her happy ? I knew where I stood. But could I evidence her ?

"Yes,"I looked down between us. Her chest were half-covered by the blanket, the cleavage between them was dark and inviting. I thought of the way her member could lay between them, how she could titty eff herself anytime she wanted.

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

"It's so strange,"she sighed,"it's like I don't bonk how to feel about it, like there's a component 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 have it when it's really, really,"she paused and grinned,"enjoyable ? Is that the password I want ?"

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

"I mean, voice of me wants it. section of me really wants it, but that part is like a new theatrical role of me. Like a contribution 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 ignore it. I give it what it wants ?"She looked at me and shrugged."Does any of that make any sense to you ?"

I laid my deal over hers."I think it does. The penis can't be the only variety, right ? There have to be some early physiological variety. It ejaculates like a even penis, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did remember a evenhandedly amount about my junk from skill class.

She scooted closer and I felt her nipple against my arm. It was intemperate and a slight shiver went through me. I was so glad it was Friday. I had a feeling it was going to be a late night.

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

"wealthy person you found anything that makes any sense of this though ?"I could tell that piece of her was still curious about the science of what was happening. Even if some function of her take over it, she still wanted an response. She had always had a keen sensory faculty of curiosity, she liked to empathise 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 perfective tense second joint."You ?"

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

"Like the tale with magic and goddesses and clobber ?"It was all either of us had found, a million websites devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent hours on them, flipping through the independent galleries of hentai and futa, reading the stories posted across the net.

"What other explanation is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was serious. She was a prof, a natural doubter. She didn't believe in anything but art and skill. And now she was talking about what if there was thaumaturgy ? But she was right. There wasn't a medical exam journal article ever written that described what was happening to Helen. Trust me, I had spent hours searching.

"I mean, we find new thing all the time, right ? And the eastern religions and mythology, there has to be some validity to those legends, right ?"

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

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

Helen threw the covers back and rolled on top of me."spring me another hand job,"she pressed her brim against mine and I felt her stopcock twitch to life.


***

I think it was Sunday dawning, early. I woke up and felt Helen's stopcock against the small of my vertebral column. It wasn't fully erect, it was probably six or seven inch, plump but not hard. We were curled up in bed, her arm draped over me, her breathing place at the vertebral column of my neck.

I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was inconceivable not to, so a lot had changed over just a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I mean, when the week started, life-time had been normal - employment, eat, and romp as usual. We were just two professionals in their early thirties. But now ?

We had blown off all of our protagonist off since the escapade started. We told them that one of us wasn't feeling well or that we had programme already. It was early, childlike lies that gave us a few years to project out what was happening and what we were going to do. But as I laid there staring off into the darkness of our room, I wondered about our animation, like what was going to convert ?

It wasn't an gentle interrogative to guess at. I mean, Helen of Troy was changing, not just her new gain either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the alteration much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was enquiry 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 petty taller, a trivial thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her fingerbreadth seemed a fiddling longer. It happened slowly, like you didn't really notification it until it was over.

It was strange. It felt unsafe and I loved it.

But there were more change than just to her exterior. That was one of the things Helen of Troy did talk about. She was measured when she described it. She liked to think of it as a constituent of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared her. She liked to be a little dominant allele. She liked to be strong.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me have a go at it her. I would guide her from keister, grabbing her hips and thrusting. And she would get uncut. She wanted me to direct her articulatio radiocarpea, to pull out her backwards and fuck her as gruelling as I could.

Her mammoth dick would jounce and slap against her chest, oozing a unfluctuating current of pre. But I could recite it wasn't enough. No matter what I did, how I fucked her, I could separate it was less 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 side of Helen, especially when we were all sex-crazed.

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

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

And then she shifted her body, pulled herself near to me, and dropped her pelvic arch so that her hawkshaw was sitting right on top of my ass, lengthwise along the vale of my ass. I froze.

Whether she was awake or not, I kind of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the situation was wrong. I knew the mechanics of such a thing would be irritating, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the division where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my back and milk her ten inches of rock hard dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

I froze. The moment was over. My cock was throbbing.

It wasn't the showtime time I had thought about her cock and my ass group meeting. It wasn't my first persuasion when she suddenly grew a member, but it was in the offset few. First I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to smack it. But by Sunday morning, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a natural advance.

I loved her turncock. I loved the way it looked and felt, I loved the way she tasted, but I loved nothing better than pleasing her. And, although the consequence had passed that evening, I had a look there would be other evenings.

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like, what it would feel like to possess her push into me. I had no idea. I had never played with my asshole before, it had never crossed my mind. But now ? Now it seemed like the succeeding step, right ? A rude progression.

And then Helen rolled back over. Within a breath her body had conformed to my shape, except she reached down between our body. She shifted her hips 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 belief, it tickled and surprised me. I moved away but her hand held onto my hip and she tried to re-position herself.

I pulled away and turned over to look at her. Her oculus were closed. She was still at rest, her cock half-erect in her script."Helen of Troy,"I whispered, not convinced.

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

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

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

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

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

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 of Troy I loved or mortal else ?"You, um, made a gambol for my ass,"I explained.

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

"I ... uh."I hadn't expected the interrogative and I wasn't sure enough she was serious."I mean, I've thought about it, but…"

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

"I mean, well, you know, yeah, it's crossed my mind."I looked down a trivial abash. 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 cipher about my own ass.

She grinned."Let's determine out,"she wrapped her prospicient fingers around the base of her cock."dorsum up."

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

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

"No,"I swatted at her hands,"soon."

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

The succeeding morning time, Monday, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her vanity underdrawers."Good morning,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the curves of her body.

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

"I had a half-baked dream."I chuckled.

"Yeah ?"she whispered like there was somebody 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 serious.

"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 morning time woodwind springing up proudly."I think its part of whatever is happening to you."

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

I sat on the sharpness of the bed and cleared the eternal rest from my optic."But it's not a bad thing, right ?"It was all a jumble inside. I couldn't guess how scary all of it must give been for her.

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

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her conclusion. She leaned her head against my shoulder."Everything is going to be ok,"I kissed her pass.

***

When I opened my eye on Tues, I knew something was dissimilar. I felt lighter, like I was a minuscule floaty. It was weird. I sat up half-expecting my venter to throw, but it didn't. I wasn't nauseated, I just felt lighter, like I was either dramatically stronger, which didn't look to be the case, or I had lost a few pounds.

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

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary-eyed and expel. succeeding to the coffee Jehovah were two deep brown cups set out on the counter so I would notice them. One was empty and one had a note in straw man of it.

I grabbed the picayune skid of paper and opened it. After terminal nighttime's fun, I thought you might relish this with your breakfast.

I thought about the night before, the way I had finally sucked her stopcock past my gag instinctive reflex. I had almost gotten my nose to the smooth hide of her belly. She was so rich. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her payload down my throat, across my face and her chest.

I picked up the coffee cup. The liquid interior was opaque and there was the slender change in concentration throughout. I smiled. It was her cloud nine, she must have jacked off before she left. I was meritless I had missed it. I was addicted to the hooey.

I dipped my finger into the warm up liquid and slipped it into my backtalk. The honey-textured sweetness coated my tongue. My dick immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another finger and brought it to my lips.

An nonvoluntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my oculus remembering how her cock felt in my mouthpiece. How I had put one paw on the bottom of her peter, sucking severely, going up and down, using my natural language everywhere. How my other hand had slither three fingerbreadth into her dripping hole, forcing her further into my mouth, making her fuck my fount harder and faster. How I had brought her to the knife's bound 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 deal over my glans.

The last week had been a sexual tornado and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost insufferable to believe. zip as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger in my wife's spunk and thought back over it all, her penis appearing, the firstly cock sucking I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure she was going to fuck me - at some dot.

I had already started research on the discipline. Although even that proved to be daunting at times. ( Is it still called pegging even when your wife has an literal phallus ? )

Yes, I had been doing all sort of indication 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 matter to in a telephone number of homosexual vista that our kinship would now include.

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

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific intention to fuck me. I'm not sure the thought had ever crossed her thinker before Sunday night. I, on the other hand, had thought of little else. I mean, the morning after her cock made its first appearance, I had already considered the possibility.

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

My hand worked up and down my own length and I lifted the cup to my lips. It smelled like honey. I took a long swallow, swirling the goo across my natural language before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and confection. Why wasn't my own cum afters ? I put the glass down and took a deep breath. It was just like it had been the nighttime before. Helen's cum affected me like alcoholic drink. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a trivial light-headed, my face stuck in a grin. I felt great.

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

That was the first time I saw it. The very first clock time I wondered, even if only for a present moment, if deception wasn't existent. It was weird. For a split second, I thought I saw something glow along the mirror, right on the reflection, something light blue. It was just for a second base, a flash, and it was gone.

I couldn't tell if the strange 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 English effect of Helen's condition.

But then I form of got caught up in the reflection, the vernal man staring back at me. I was looking pretty good, if I did say so myself. I flexed my branch and watched the muscles bulge. I changed the pose 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 slant, leaner than I normally was. And the matter that made it especially strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt hard, leaner, and lithe. I felt like a predator.

After goofing off for a few more than minutes in the mirror, I decided to hop in the rain shower. I had things to do, significant things to do before Helen got home and I felt a little guilty for the intemperateness I had just spent ten minutes on. I turned on the water and closed the drapery.

The hot water felt good. I turned around and let it run down my neck opening and back. I closed my eyes and thought about the night before, the way her cock felt in between my ass brass. It had only been a dream but my head 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 son of a bitch. It felt good, the way every muscle down there responded in concord, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to feel what she was going to sense like. I was curious.
About an hour later, my skin wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the cascade flooring. I had cum twice. By the end I had three fingers in my ass, further than I ever thought possible and nada had ever felt so good.


I got to the shop by just around lunch. There was a wet office at the top of my pants, but my jersey hid it. My precum had gushed the entire drive. I was so excited. 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 workshop before ? Or maybe it was just the fact that I had liked the way it felt in the cascade. I had liked it a lot. And anything that would serve me get Helen inside me - I was all in.

The girl behind the counter was in her latterly twenties. She had prospicient earrings that touched her shoulder which in bit made her foreland flavor disproportionately close to her chest. She had on an old t-shirt, a band or cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the t-shirt but because I didn't be intimate how to talk about intimate things with a stranger.

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

The girl behind the counter sort of sighed the third base meter that I glanced over at her. She tucked a at large strand of what appeared to be a individual dreadlock behind her ear."Hey,"her whole step was authoritative, brusque even."Come here. What are you looking for ?"

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty sure the opinion I was having was flee ! And for a split second, I almost went that way, but instead, I realized what she was doing. She was helping me. We were alone. This was direct. Efficient. We were adults.

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

"commencement prison term ?"She raised her eyebrow but that was her simply expression and we still hadn't made eye contact. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many monitors positioned around the store to prepare certain no one stole anything.

"Yes, please. My, uh, partner's dong is huge."I couldn't believe how hard it was to say that prison term.

She walked over to me and then stepped into the gangway side by side to where I was."You want to start here."She waited until I caught up and then pointed.

The thing was small and exactly like the ace I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a finger's breadth and a one-half wide.

The young lady with the dark tomentum and a ace dreadlock made a sound I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped ballyhoo but tumid. It was closer to three, slender fingerbreadth.

I glanced back at the shelf.

"Are you serious ?"She looked me in the eye for the tertiary clock time since I had come in the door.

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

"Then this one, but Savior, take it slow, ok ?"There was actual concern in the young womanhood's representative.


When I got home it was after two. I went straight to the can. No, I disappeared into the bathroom for 20 minutes, stuck that first plug in my ass, jerked off two more times, and then got into some denim to garden.

It was the joy of working from nursing home. Helen wandered off for a regimental day, but I could do pretty much whatever I wanted. It wasn't a bad gig, and two days before Helen presented. I had just closed out a final payment on a multi-building office car park.

So, Mon was gardening in the back pace. I had a treillage of rose wine that needed a carnival amount of attention and it was a everlasting day - cloudy, in the high sixties, and barely a breeze. And I had my number one butt hoopla in, which meant I was as hard as a rock.

I was careful with the roses. I had been training them for two years, gently guiding them around the trellis'spot and over the soft 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 while. I was in heaven.

I wondered when Helen would be abode. I debated back and forth whether or not I was going to tell her. It felt so gamey keeping a secret but I loved it.

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

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

It was the other matter that I kind of liked about the new Helen, she became dominant when her pecker was around. She was stronger, more demanding and strong-growing. I loved it. The new English of her made me happy, a new scene to us.

When she came household she was already turned on. Her clit had not gone through its magnificent shift, but she was hot. I had a feeling she would be, especially if I was just in my jeans when she got home. It was one of her ducky flavour on me.

Within five mo though, I was on my knees, her cock in my rima oris while I arched my binding and adjusted my pelvis to put my butt end plug against my prostate.

It didn't take her yearn to cum. I had her just deep in my throat, as far as my jaws would allow. Her men were on the back of my head teacher and her pelvis were working in and out. I moaned as my own hawkshaw spasmed and darkened a rophy along near the waistline of my jeans.
And then I felt it spraying down my throat. I swallowed and Helen groaned and pressed deeper. My jaw ached but I didn't care.

I wore the fireplug through dinner. Helen was pretty quiet while we ate. She said that Robert had gotten in trouble with some lady friend, Mika. Something like harassment. She didn't think it was going to be a vast pile, but she said it was concerning.

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

"shuffling sensation,"I finished off my home and took a prospicient sip of wine.

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

I thought of the coffee berry cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How very much could I ingest in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my eyes across her body. She was so hot. The past tense 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 of Troy said."She's trouble. I mean, I can't believe she went after a professor like that."

It caught me off guard and I sat back down at the table."That's the young woman's name that filed the call thing ?"

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

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

"Yeah,"she shook her school principal."I think I need to get some sleep."She put her napkin on her denture and stood up.

I followed her up to the sleeping room. I'll be true, I was a little disappointed. I mean, I had enjoyed the coffee bean cup face and the opportunity to give her head the mo she walked in the door, but I had been hoping the evening was just getting started.

I walked her into the sleeping room and she started to get undressed. She unbuttoned her top and threw it over by the closet. Then she unclipped her bra and tossed it in the Lapp direction."Are you going to cuddle with me for a little while ?"

I looked down at her pap.

Helen's boob were one of her comfortably feature of speech before her new dead body, but now ? Now they were comparable garden rocket, projectile ready to launch off and they were huge, a broad handful Thomas More than a week before.

"Yeah,"I unbuttoned my jeans and lifted my leg to contain them off. I remembered the fireplug or, rather, the spark plug gently reminded me where it was. A little shiver went through me and I felt my penis react.

"Are you alright ?"Helen walked over to me and put her implements of war around my neck, her breasts against my bare chest.

My penis rose against her thigh and then I felt hers thrust 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 dyad of inches while her digit explored the border of my confidential.

I bit my down in the mouth lip. This was not how I had planned this to go.

"George Lucas ? What is ?"

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

"Oh my god, are you serious ?"Her dick continued to grow. It was already farsighted than mine.

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

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

A shiver ran through my full body.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

I spread my thighs. I had never been so for certain about anything in my life. My cock was throbbing, jerking up and down at the opinion of her pick me.

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

I tried to relax. I took a breathing time and concentrated. And then she was pressing into me. Her cockhead was wide and smooth and I could feel my sphincter surround it.

The details are not important. Needless to say, there were a few false head start, places where Helen had to stop, but she was so patient. It took some workplace. I hadn't planned on the pain, but eventually, Helen had More than half of her length in me. I felt entire. I was panting and trying to loose.

And as Helen gave me clock time to adjust, she intertwined her finger with mine. She stretched my arm over my headland and covered me. Her eubstance felt so commodity. Her rooster so thrilling. It was the most intimate moment 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 mind to toe, and a slight sheen of sweat scatter between us.

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

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

"I'm going to cum inside you,"Helen leaned back a footling as her articulatio coxae moved faster.

I could feel every vein, every inch and curve 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 tear my load onto the blankets.

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Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed the level. This story was lifted from the series : Little freak on Amazon. If you would like to see how all of this began and what happens adjacent, check it out - it is current on chapter 17 !