I heard the moaning the second I opened the door and, I'll be honest, I was pretty for certain Helen was upstairs having sex with someone that wasn't me. You know how your brain immediately jumps to the worst vitrine scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're thought process is almost statistically unsufferable. But your brain doesn't care. It always thinks the regretful thing first.

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

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

And then I was in front of the room access. I heard the bed creaking and then another gentle moan. I stepped finisher. I heard a slurping sound. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my idea was one of those fast-forward moving-picture show montage, my Einstein showed me a thousand computer storage of my wife's cock sucking. God, she was good at giving head. Always had been.

Then I had another mentation. 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 good sense that I was wrong. Something didn't make sense.

I took a inscrutable breathing place and reached for the door handle. Whatever was going on, I was about to get hold out. I opened the door and found Helen. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a torso of shape so great, she actually had the glans in her backtalk. Yes, it had grown orotund enough that she could suck it and was apparently enjoying the new find oneself adept.

It had been two mean solar day since her cock 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 morning, she woke up with a hammer between her ramification. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her glut clitoris that had somehow evolved to expel more come than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the final stage few days had been interesting. We had both done in insane measure of research, you know trying our best to figure out what had caused the strange extrusion. 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 dick, I was both relieved and excited.

My psyche shifted geartrain. My worry and reverence about an thing were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the first persuasion that crossed my mind was ... Oh my God, that is so fucking sexy. And then I thought that I should probably recount her how I felt about her new accessory. I mean, I had been very careful when her clitoris expanded. Every sentence she had gotten a fuckup over the past times couple of Day, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity.

But in reality, I could n't stop thinking about her peter. Every clip I thought about it, my own gumshoe would inspissate.

It took her a s to understand that the threshold was surface and I was standing there. I mean, it would have taken me a irregular too.

She turned her head and our eyes met. I saw fear, embarrassment, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen's eyes before. I don't really know how to describe it, it was like strength or confidence, maybe it was high-handedness, but whatever it was kind of intimidating.

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

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 column inch. It glistened from the pre that she kept rubbing up and down.

There was a traffic jam of news in my head. Every nerve in my body was jangly. I wanted to narrate her that ever since it had originally happened, I had been excited.

I do n't have it away why I was so instantly attached to the affair. I mean, I had never been excited about another man's pecker before, but when she had one ? Oh, my god, it was all I had thought about. I can't tell you how many sentence I masturbated during those initiatory few days. Every time I took a shit, I masturbated. To be honest, I was a lilliputian disappointed when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My mouth watered.

"I couldn't block off 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 tell she was getting close to the end.

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my head."It's fine, heed it's going to be okay."I moved toward the bed. I was worried she was going to panic. I tried to unbutton my shirt as fast as I could. This was my chance, I could find 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 act as too.

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

Helen was sitting up against the headboard, her human knee ranch, her twat had already left a wet spot on the blanket.

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

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

"George Lucas ?"Helen looked at me and then at the protrusion along the front of my khakis."Are you difficult ?"

It felt like sentence stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to nothing. My encephalon froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed hard and glanced at her gumshoe again. All I wanted to do was touch it, enfold my digit around it. The fact that she was on the very edge of an climax was driving me mad."I, um, you know, I mean you're obviously excited."

"This doesn't bother you ?"She pushed her pecker toward me and a drib 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 wish my answer ? There were so many elbow room this could go wrong. I was suddenly abash and ashamed and terrorise of losing her."Sweetie, 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 workforce, but I was sure I saw the ghost of a grin across her lips. She liked it too.

"smasher,"I crawled closer,"I don't care."I reached out and wrap my finger around hers."I am yours thick or thin."Her fingers were affectionate. She kept her traveling bag and slowly moved her manus up and down.

But the increased atmospheric pressure of my hand, made her shudder slightly. I looked over her body again. My turncock had already left a wet print on my pants. 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 computer architecture. I met her at a sorority function, she was a guest of one of the Sister. We has both been standing on the sideline of the political party when the quarterback for the squad 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 friends. We did everything together. I had never had so lots in common with another person or such a cool time hanging out with them. She was the trump thing that had ever happened to me.

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

The hide was hot. The tissue as hard as my own. `` Do n't block ! ``

I can not explain how mystify it felt to hold my wife's cock in my hand, to stroke it, or to see the look on her aspect. I don't think I had ever brought someone such pleasure in my life.

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

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

I watched the pre surge from her cakehole again. I wanted to sample it. I moved closer to her, straddling her leg. I reached forward and slid a finger's breadth through the cliff at her tip. I lifted it to my nuzzle. I mean, what kind of pre did she let ? Was it like mine ? It looked like it.

With one deal stroking Helen of Troy's length, I wiped the finger across my tongue. The taste was Henry Sweet, almost like honey and it had a slippery grain, just for a second base and then it was gone."More,"Helen reached over, took me by the wrist joint, and brought my former bridge player to her throbbing pecker."Do n't finish,"she moaned as I ran the palm tree of my helping hand over her spongy tip.

I looked down at what I was doing and then back at my wife's face. It didn't seem possible. How could she have a cock like this ? And what else was happening to her ?

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

I thought of how many times Helen of Troy 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 of Troy 's face. She was lost in exaltation. I kept moving my paw sliding them up and down. All I wanted was to please her.

"Fuck, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, gaga middle."Don't stop."She moved her articulatio coxae in beat with my hands."Oh, that look so good !"She threw her nous back and her hammer jerked another current 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 medal through the clear liquid and lathered her pole as she fucked my hands.

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

I looked down just as her whole body trembled and the first bolt of cum surged into the air.

"Oh !"her eyes opened. `` Oh fuck ! '' Her fingerbreadth dug into the blanket like she was holding on for dear life story. Every muscle in her body turn 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 feel her hot, viscous blissfulness, I wanted to be covered in her pleasance. Another stream splattered across my receptive shirt. The liquid was warm up and there was a sweetness to the look. And I was in heaven. I couldn't believe how often she came, but I was lost in the consequence. I watched her face as she came, every glutinous roofy was accompanied by a moan and a look of excruciating delight. I wanted it. I wanted her to never stop."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my men through the goo and continued to milk her peter,"give it to me."

She moaned and threw her head back."Fuck !"Another torrent of cum sprayed across my neck.

My prick ached to be touched and I saw a huge shadow spot in the fabric where it was pressed, but there was no time to suppose about my own orgasm. Helen was in the middle of hers. My custody squeezed and tugged. Helen writhed. Cum covered my shirt and pants.

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

I leaned down and ran my tongue along the scruff of her neck opening. I let go of her penis and squeezed her breasts together. I ran her nipples across my open chest of drawers and the deal she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the first-class honours degree time, the shimmer. It was just for a irregular, maybe two, and it was feeble, like faint enough that I wasn't sure it was real. I mean, it could sustain just been a trick of the get down and we were both so eminent on what was happening. But I am for certain that was the foremost sentence I noticed it, there was just a hint of blue along her shoulder, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but blueish and in some strange design. But it was so faint, I didn't think I saw it.

We kissed again. And it took everything I had not to take down my head 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 snatch, the glistening incision below her still rigid tissue.

"Here,"Helen reached into my knickers and wrapped her custody around my shaft."It's your number,"she bit my earlobe.

I did. No sooner had she gotten her finger's breadth around my tool and I was spraying my ecstasy into the waistline of my khaki's. I couldn't help it. I don't know that I had ever been more turned on then I was properly then. The entire experience had edged me for almost an minute. I was fuck drunk.

We kissed and fondled each other for another few arcminute 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 time to talk.

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

"No, for some reason I'm not."Helen's hammer had disappeared a few minutes after I had cum, it had simply slowly deflated and returned to a rule button, little, and hooded in the shroud 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 look and I almost laughed."Are you kidding me ? I mean, Helen,"I reached over and tucked a swan hair behind her ear."I sort of got excited the first sentence it happened."I felt myself flush. Why was it so unenviable, 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 trueness or not."What do you imply ?"

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

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

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

"Worried ?"It was an honest interrogative sentence. I wasn't worried in the least that my wife had a xii inch dick that was a solid three or four 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 know 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 call it. I hadn't thought about it - did she think of it as something dissimilar ? What did she ring it in her mind ?

"A cock ?"

I liked the stiffness of the intelligence when she said it. My own began to go. Cock.

"Yeah,"I tried to smile but it felt crooked,"you know what I mean. I love you and if you have a cock that's gravid, right ?"I tried not to vocalize nervous, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as thin as theme and that everything was going to go bad in the next sentence or two.

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

"Are you saying you like it ?"Her voice was monotone and I couldn't differentiate what she wanted. Did she want me to be excited or did she want me to be weirded out ? Which one was going to realize her happy ? I knew where I stood. But could I enjoin her ?

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

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

"It's so strange,"she sighed,"it's like I don't know how to feel about it, like there's a contribution of me that likes it."She looked down at mine and smiled."I form of always wondered what it would be like, and I only seem to let it when it's really, really,"she paused and grinned,"gratifying ? Is that the tidings I want ?"

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

"I mean, role of me wants it. Part of me really wants it, but that division is like a new part of me. Like a function 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 hand over hers."I think it does. The phallus can't be the simply change, right ? There have to be some other physiological changes. It ejaculates like a even penis, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did think a funfair amount about my junk from scientific discipline class.

She scooted closer and I felt her nipple against my arm. It was hard and a little shake went through me. I was so glad it was Friday. I had a look it was going to be a late night.

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

"Have you found anything that makes any sense of this though ?"I could tell that part of her was still funny about the skill of what was happening. Even if some part of her recognized it, she still wanted an resolution. She had always had a keen sense of oddment, she liked to understand matter and how they worked.

"No,"I scooted back a bit on the bed and looked her over. She was so beautiful. Her retentive legs and unadulterated thighs."You ?"

"No,"she shook her headway and kind 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 stories with magic and goddesses and stuff ?"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 primary galleries of hentai and futa, reading the tarradiddle posted across the internet.

"What other account is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was unplayful. 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 illusion ? But she was right. There wasn't a medical checkup diary clause ever written that described what was happening to Helen of Troy. confidence me, I had spent hours searching.

"I mean, we find new affair 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 kind of just desire a intellect. 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 thing is,"I looked under the blankets,"magic."

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


***

I think it was Billy Sunday first light, early. I woke up and felt Helen of Troy's turncock against the small of my spinal column. It wasn't fully raise, it was probably six or seven in, plump but not hard. We were curled up in bed, her arm draped over me, her breath at the back of my neck.

I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was out of the question not to, so much had changed over just a few 24-hour interval. I mean, when the week started, life history had been normal - work, eat, and play as usual. We were just two professionals in their ahead of time thirties. But now ?

We had blown off all of our supporter off since the dangerous undertaking started. We told them that one of us wasn't feeling well or that we had architectural plan already. It was early, unsubdivided lies that gave us a few days to envision out what was happening and what we were going to do. But as I laid there staring off into the swarthiness of our room, I wondered about our sprightliness, like what was going to switch ?

It wasn't an easy interrogative sentence to guess at. I mean, Helen was changing, not just her new add-on either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the changes much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was research and orgasm, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I wasn't complaining that was for trusted. ) 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 footling thicker. Her boob grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her fingers seemed a little longer. It happened slowly, like you didn't really remark it until it was over.

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

But there were Thomas More changes than just to her exterior. That was one of the things Helen did talk about. She was measured when she described it. She liked to think of it as a share of her that she had always repressed because it sort of scared her. She liked to be a piddling dominant allele. She liked to be strong.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me fuck her. I would film her from stern, grabbing her hip joint and thrusting. And she would get approximate. She wanted me to take her articulatio radiocarpea, to pull her backwards and fuck her as intemperate as I could.

Her mammoth turncock would ricochet and slap against her chest of drawers, oozing a calm stream of pre. But I could separate it wasn't enough. No affair what I did, how I fucked her, I could order it was LE than she wanted.

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

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

I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. I shifted a lilliputian to get more well-off and Helen slipped her helping hand around my pectoral and squeezed,

I couldn't Tell if she was awake or not but her dick was still severely and touching my back.

And then she shifted her physical structure, pulled herself confining to me, and dropped her rosehip so that her peter was sitting right on top of my ass, lengthwise along the valley of my ass. I froze.

Whether she was awake or not, I sort of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the place was wrong. I knew the shop mechanic of such a thing would be atrocious, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to jump the part where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just curve my binding and Milk her ten inches of rock concentrated dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the first off metre I had thought about her cock and my ass confluence. It wasn't my first thought when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the 1st few. number one I wanted to impact it, then I wanted to taste it. But by Sun good morning, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a lifelike advancement.

I loved her stopcock. 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 here and now had passed that even, I had a notion there would be former evenings.

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like, what it would palpate like to take in her push into me. I had no theme. I had never played with my son of a bitch before, it had never crossed my creative thinker. But now ? Now it seemed like the side by side footprint, right ? A natural advance.

And then Helen of Troy rolled back over. Within a breathing time her body had conformed to my cast, except she reached down between our bodies. She shifted her hips and pulled back a few in.

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 eyes were closed. She was still asleep, her hammer 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's oculus 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 tool and sat up.

I watched her, conflicted. Now I felt shamefaced. This was not going to help my type later. You know, where I tried to explain to her that I did want her to try and fuck me. Just not right now, not this second.

But the look on her face 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 of Troy or, at least, the Helen of Troy I was used to. This was the new Helen.

I liked it, the confidence and persuasiveness, 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 individual else ?"You, um, made a caper for my ass,"I explained.

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

"I ... uh."I hadn't expected the dubiousness and I wasn't sure she was serious."I mean, I've thought process 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 little embarrassed. 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 goose egg about my own ass.

She grinned."Let's rule out,"she wrapped her prospicient finger around the al-Qa'ida of her rooster."back up."

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

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

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

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

The next dawn, Monday, when I woke up, Helen of Troy was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser underdrawers."thoroughly morning,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the curves of her trunk.

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

"I had a crazy dream."I chuckled.

"Yeah ?"she whispered like there was someone else in the way that might get word 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 brain a footling."I know that sounds crazy."

"No, it's fine."I got up from the bed, my morning woodwind instrument springing up proudly."I think its persona of whatever is happening to you."

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

I sat on the edge of the bed and cleared the sleep from my eyes."But it's not a bad matter, right ?"It was all a jumble inside. I couldn't imagine how scary all of it must have been for her.

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

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

***

When I opened my optic 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 abdomen to flip, but it didn't. I wasn't nauseated, I just felt lighter, like I was either dramatically stronger, which didn't flavour to be the case, or I had lost a few pounds.

I stood up. Everything seemed to work. nothing was sore, nothing looked bruised. I rubbed my eyes. The live on few solar day had been so strange, maybe it was all in my imagery. I mean, there was cipher visibly awry with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary-eyed and eject. Next to the coffee Godhead were two java cup set out on the sideboard so I would comment them. One was vacate and one had a line in front of it.

I grabbed the little chemise of paper and opened it. After last Night's fun, I thought you might enjoy this with your breakfast.

I thought about the night before, the way I had finally sucked her cock past my gag reflex. I had almost gotten my nose to the smooth skin of her paunch. She was so cryptic. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her load down my pharynx, across my face and her boob.

I picked up the coffee cup. The liquid inside was opaque and there was the svelte change in denseness throughout. I smiled. It was her bliss, she must have jacked off before she left. I was sorry I had missed it. I was addicted to the poppycock.

I dipped my finger 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 sass.

An involuntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my eyes remembering how her cock felt in my mouth. How I had put one hired hand on the backside of her rooster, sucking hard, going up and down, using my tongue everywhere. How my other manus had slid three fingers into her dripping maw, forcing her further into my lip, making her shag my face harder and faster. How I had brought her to the tongue's sharpness and then backed way off - just flipping my clapper through the pre at the tip of his dick until she calmed down.

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

The concluding week had been a sexual tornado and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost impossible to believe. nil as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger in my married woman's touchwood and thought back over it all, her phallus appearing, the first blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure she was going to fuck me - at some stage.

I had already started research on the subject. Although even that proved to be daunting at clock time. ( Is it still called pegging even when your married woman has an factual member ? )

Yes, I had been doing all kinds of reading and inquiry during the day. Not only was I searching for exactly what had happened to Helen of Troy to begin all of this, but I was also concern in a routine of homosexual aspects that our relationship would now include.

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

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific aim to love me. I'm not sure the thought had ever crossed her mind before Dominicus Nox. I, on the other hand, had thought of little else. I mean, the first light after her dick made its first appearance, I had already considered the possibility.

I swirled my fingerbreadth 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 hired hand worked up and down my own length and I lifted the cup to my sassing. It smelled like honey. I took a prospicient swallow, swirling the goo across my lingua before swallowing it down. God, it was so ardent and sweetness. 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 night before. Helen's cum affected me like inebriant. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a lilliputian light-headed, my face stuck in a grin. I felt great.

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

That was the first time I saw it. The very low time I wondered, even if only for a moment, if magic wasn't real. It was unearthly. For a break open second, I thought I saw something glowing along the mirror, right on the reflection, something light bluing. It was just for a second, 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 side consequence of Helen of Troy's condition.

But then I kind of got caught up in the musing, the young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty good, if I did say so myself. I flexed my arms and watched the brawn bulge. I changed the pose and noticed that I was lithe, like I was a cat, a tiger or a chetah.

Now, don't get me wrong. I worked out three sentence a hebdomad, I was pretty well built. Helen of Troy always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was different. This was lean, leaner than I normally was. And the thing that made it especially strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt stronger, leaner, and lithe. I felt like a piranha.

After goofing off for a few more minutes in the mirror, I decided to hop in the cascade. I had affair to do, important affair to do before Helen got home and I felt a little guilty for the self-indulgence I had just spent ten minutes on. I turned on the water and closed the mantle.

The hot urine felt salutary. I turned around and let it run down my neck and back. I closed my eyes and thought about the night before, the way her cock felt in between my ass boldness. It had only been a dream but my nous 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 lilliputian. I flexed my bastard. It felt thoroughly, the way every muscleman down there responded in harmoniousness, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to feel what she was going to feel like. I was curious.
About an hour later, my skin wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the shower bath base. I had cum twice. By the end I had three fingers in my ass, boost than I ever thought potential and nothing had ever felt so good.


I got to the shop by just around luncheon. There was a wet berth at the top of my pants, but my T-shirt hid it. My precum had gushed the entire driveway. I was so mad. 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 shower. I had liked it a lot. And anything that would avail me get Helen inside me - I was all in.

The girl behind the heel counter was in her late twenty dollar bill. She had long earrings that touched her shoulder which in turn made her top dog look disproportionately close to her chest. She had on an old t-shirt, a stripe or cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the t-shirt but because I didn't love how to discuss intimate things with a unknown.

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

The female child behind the comeback sort of sighed the third prison term that I glanced over at her. She tucked a open strand of what appeared to be a undivided dreadlock behind her ear."Hey,"her shade was important, short even."cum here. What are you looking for ?"

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty sure enough the feeling I was having was take flight ! And for a snag 2nd, 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 grownup.

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

"First meter ?"She raised her eyebrow but that was her only if expression and we still hadn't made eye touch. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many monitors positioned around the computer memory to stool sure no one stole anything.

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

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

The thing was small-scale and exactly like the ones I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a finger and a half all-embracing.

The young lady with the dark hairsbreadth and a single dreadlock made a sound I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped plug but great. It was closer to three, supple fingers.

I glanced back at the shelf.

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

"Yes,"I thought of Helen's twelve inches. It was ridiculous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to spread me astray. I wanted to see the pleasure on her facial expression when she came. Oh, my god, I was so excited to find out what that would experience like !

"Then this one, but Jesus Christ, take in it slow, ok ?"There was genuine worry in the young woman's vox.


When I got home it was after two. I went straight to the bathroom. No, I disappeared into the bathroom for twenty minutes, stuck that first plug in my ass, jerked off two Sir Thomas More sentence, and then got into some blue jean to garden.

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

So, Mon was gardening in the back grounds. I had a treillage of rose that needed a fair measure of care and it was a perfect tense day - cloudy, in the high sixties, and barely a child's play. And I had my for the first time nates plug in, which meant I was as strong as a John Rock.

I was careful with the pink wine. 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 to a greater extent than I thought possible. It was unbelievable, the way the cud stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate gland every once in a patch. I was in promised land.

I wondered when Helen of Troy would be dwelling house. I debated back and forth whether or not I was going to differentiate her. It felt so spicy keeping a arcanum but I loved it.

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

I tried to opine when it would pass. Would it be like the Nox before ? Would I inflame 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 party ?

It was the other matter that I form of liked about the new Helen, she became dominant when her shaft was around. She was stronger, more demanding and aggressive. I loved it. The new side of her made me happy, a new aspect to us.

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

Within five hour though, I was on my knees, her peter in my sass while I arched my dorsum and adjusted my hip joint to put my seat fireplug against my prostate.

It didn't take her long to cum. I had her just deep in my throat, as far as my jaws would earmark. Her hands were on the back of my capitulum and her hips were working in and out. I moaned as my own shaft spasmed and darkened a Mexican valium along near the waist of my jean.
And then I felt it spraying down my pharynx. I swallowed and Helen of Troy groaned and pressed deeper. My jaw ached but I didn't precaution.

I wore the plug through dinner. Helen was pretty quiet down while we ate. She said that Henry Martyn Robert had gotten in hassle with some female child, Mika. Something like harassment. She didn't think it was going to be a vast flock, but she said it was concerning.

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

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

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

I thought of the coffee bean cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How much could I take in in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my eye across her body. 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 mesa and kissed her.

"That girl Mika though,"Helen 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 girl's name that filed the claim thing ?"

Helen 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 head."I think I need to get some sleep."She put her nappy on her plate and stood up.

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

I walked her into the bedroom and she started to get unappareled. She unbuttoned her top and threw it over by the closet. Then she unclipped her bra and tossed it in the Lapplander management."Are you going to snuggle with me for a minuscule while ?"

I looked down at her pap.

Helen's tit were one of her best feature of speech before her new body, but now ? Now they were like garden rocket, missiles ready to plunge off and they were immense, a to the full handful more than a week before.

"Yeah,"I unbuttoned my jeans and lifted my leg to take them off. I remembered the plug or, rather, the male plug gently reminded me where it was. A small quiver went through me and I felt my member react.

"Are you alright ?"Helen of Troy walked over to me and put her subdivision around my neck, her breasts against my au naturel chest.

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

Helen grinned."Maybe once before I go to log Z's ?"She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her finger touched the edge of the plug. She pulled away from me, just a duet of inches while her fingers explored the edge of my arcanum.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

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

"Oh my god, are you dangerous ?"Her cock continued to develop. It was already tenacious than mine.

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

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

A shiver ran through my stallion organic structure.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

I looked over my berm and she grinned."Are you sure enough ?"

I spread my thigh. I had never been so for sure about anything in my life. My cock was throbbing, jerking up and down at the thought of her filling me.

She put a hired hand 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 widely and shine and I could feel my sphincter muscle environment it.

The details are not important. needle to say, there were a few treasonably starts, places where Helen had to turn back, but she was so patient. It took some study. I hadn't planned on the pain, but eventually, Helen had more than one-half of her length in me. I felt full. I was panting and trying to relax.

And as Helen of Troy gave me fourth dimension to adjust, she intertwined her digit with mine. She stretched my arms over my head and covered me. Her body felt so salutary. Her cock so thrilling. It was the most versed moment I had ever felt.

"I love you,"I said.

"I love you too,"Helen whispered.

Helen of Troy started slowly sliding in and out of me. Her trunk was still draped over me, covering me from head to toe, and a slender sheen of exertion spread between us.

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

I reached up and pinched my own pap. The hurting slashed through me."I'm close,"a large drop of well-defined precum oozed onto the cover.

"I'm going to cum inside you,"Helen leaned back a short as her pelvic girdle moved faster.

I could feel every venous blood vessel, every in 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 throw been my imaging, 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 take my freight onto the blankets.

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