I heard the moaning the arcminute I opened the room access and, I'll be honest, I was pretty sure Helen was up the stairs having sex with individual that wasn't me. You know how your brain immediately jumps to the sorry case scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're thinking is almost statistically impossible. But your brainiac 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 social occasion. I had no idea who it would be with, no one came to mind, but the way she was moaning, I was sure there was soul up there going to townsfolk on her.

Now, some people might hold become immediately furious. They might have slammed the door and throw off their briefcase across the room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to belt down individual. well-nigh people would have lost their cocksucker immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the hold. Instead, I went the early way. I shut the front door as quietly as I could and crept up the stairs carefully trying to think back every billet that creaked.

And then I was in front of the door. I heard the bed creak and then another balmy groan. I stepped closer. 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 montages, my psyche showed me a thousand memories of my wife's blowjobs. God, she was good at giving head. Always had been.

Then I had another persuasion. What if it's a cleaning 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 wrong. Something didn't make sense.

I took a deep breathing place and reached for the room access handle. Whatever was going on, I was about to encounter out. I opened the door and found Helen of Troy. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a body of physical body so gravid, she actually had the glans in her rima oris. Yes, it had grown large enough that she could suck up it and was apparently enjoying the new determine sensation.

It had been two twenty-four hours since her cock had somehow manifested. We had originally thought that we would go to the infirmary 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 good morning, she woke up with a pecker between her branch. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her gormandise clit that had somehow evolved to exhaust More come than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the last few daytime had been interesting. We had both done in insane amount of enquiry, you know trying our dear to figure out what had caused the unusual protrusion. And we had talked about it nonstop flight.

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

My brain shifted gear. My worry and care about an involvement were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the starting time persuasion that crossed my nous was ... Oh my God, that is so fucking sexy. And then I thought that I should probably tell her how I felt about her new accessory. I mean, I had been very careful when her clit expanded. Every time she had gotten a boner over the past couple of twenty-four hours, I had made indisputable that I had abstained from everything but scientific wonder.

But in reality, I could n't stop thinking about her tool. Every fourth dimension I thought about it, my own dick would thicken.

It took her a arcsecond to gain that the door was open and I was standing there. I mean, it would accept taken me a secondly too.

She turned her head and our eyes met. I saw awe, embarrassment, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen of Troy's eye before. I don't really acknowledge how to describe it, it was like strong point or confidence, maybe it was haughtiness, but whatever it was form of intimidating.

"Lucas ? I…"she sputtered holding onto her stopcock with one hand while a plenteous amount of money 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 representative was a hoarse whisper.

And my rooster was instantly hard. I looked down at hers. It was impossibly big. I mean, it was half the cinch of my forearm and a whole ten or XII column inch. It glistened from the pre that she kept rubbing up and down.

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

I do n't bed why I was so instantly attached to the affair. 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 times I masturbated during those initiative few Clarence Day. Every time I took a shit, I masturbated. To be honest, I was a little disappointed when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My mouth watered.

"I couldn't stop it. It just kept getting bigger."Helen of Troy's paw 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 pass."It's fine, listen 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 feel it. I did n't pack my eyes off it. It was mesmerizing watching her separatrix herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to play too.

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

Helen was sitting up against the headboard, her articulatio genus spreadhead, her pussy had already left a wet fleck on the mantle.

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 inflexibility, 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 jut along the strawman of my khakis."Are you hard ?"

It felt the likes of fourth dimension stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to cypher. My brain froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed backbreaking and glanced at her shaft again. All I wanted to do was touch it, enclose my fingers around it. The fact that she was on the very edge of an orgasm was driving me mad."I, um, you know, I mean you're obviously excited."

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

I swallowed hard again. I could feel a cool sweat along my forehead. What if she did n't like my solution ? There were so many manner this could go amiss. I was suddenly blockade and ashamed and frightened of losing her."steady, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing stopcock she was holding onto and my own ached to be touched,"I love you no matter what."I said.

"Even if I have a stopcock ?"she looked down at the tool in her hands, but I was sure I saw the trace of a smiling across her sass. She liked it too.

"Sweetheart,"I crawled closer,"I don't care."I reached out and wrap up my finger's breadth around hers."I am yours thick or thin."Her fingerbreadth were warm. She kept her adhesive friction and slowly moved her hired man up and down.

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

Helen of Troy was the most beautiful girl I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying education and I was studying computer architecture. I met her at a sorority role, she was a invitee of one of the sisters. We has both been standing on the sidelines of the party when the signal caller for the squad took a flying bounce into the syndicate with all of his wearing apparel 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 much in common with another person or such a nerveless clip hanging out with them. She was the trump thing that had ever happened to me.

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

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

I can not explain how amazing it felt to hold my wife's tool in my hand, to stroke it, or to see the aspect on her face. I don't think I had ever brought soul such pleasance in my life.

Another stream of unmortgaged pre oozed from her tip and rolled over my fingers. I used it like lotion and kept rubbing her dick.

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

I watched the pre surge from her hole again. I wanted to taste it. I moved closer to her, straddling her leg. I reached forward and slither a fingerbreadth 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 natural language. The gustatory perception was odorous, almost like honey and it had a slippery texture, just for a second and then it was gone."More,"Helen reached over, took me by the radiocarpal joint, and brought my early paw to her throbbing cock."Do n't stop,"she moaned as I ran the palm of my hired man over her spongy tip.

I looked down at what I was doing and then back at my married woman'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 secure, skimpy maybe, like she had been working out and I hadn't noticed it before. Her chest looked magnanimous too.

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

"Fuck, George Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, crazy eyes."Don't stop."She moved her rose hip in rhythm with my hired man."Oh, that tone so good !"She threw her headway back and her cock jerked another stream of precum.

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

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

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

"Oh !"her eyes opened. `` Oh fuck ! '' Her fingers dug into the blankets like she was holding on for darling liveliness. Every brawn in her consistency flexed at once.

I aimed her cock at my face like it was a flame hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to feel her hot, sticky seventh heaven, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another stream splattered across my open shirt. The liquid was warm and there was a sweet to the smell. And I was in heaven. I couldn't believe how much she came, but I was lost in the second. I watched her face as she came, every sticky forget me drug was accompanied by a moan and a look of excruciating pleasure. I wanted it. I wanted her to never discontinue."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my hands through the goo and continued to milk her cock,"give it to me."

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

My cock ached to be touched and I saw a huge wickedness touch in the framework where it was pressed, but there was no fourth dimension to guess about my own orgasm. Helen was in the middle of hers. My manus squeezed and tugged. Helen writhed. Cum covered my shirt and trouser.

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

I leaned down and ran my knife along the nucha of her neck opening. I let go of her penis and squeezed her breasts together. I ran her nipples across my open breast and the flock she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the initiatory meter, the shimmer. It was just for a 2nd, maybe two, and it was faint, like deliquium enough that I wasn't sure it was existent. I mean, it could have just been a magic of the tripping and we were both so high on what was happening. But I am certain that was the first prison term I noticed it, there was just a touch of blue along her shoulder joint, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but puritanic and in some strange form. But it was so faint, I didn't think I saw it.

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

It was so close, and I wanted to so bad. But I didn't. I didn't lie with how comfy she was and besides she had just let go. Then I thought of her pussy, the glistening twat below her still set tissue.

"Here,"Helen reached into my drawers and wrapped her hired hand around my cock."It's your number,"she bit my earlobe.

I did. No sooner had she gotten her digit around my dick and I was spraying my disco biscuit into the waistline of my khaki's. I couldn't supporter it. I don't know that I had ever been more rick on then I was correct then. The full experience had edged me for almost an hour. I was fuck drunk.

We kissed and fondled each former for another few minutes before I got up, got peel, and got a muffle towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we sort of both decided that it was clock time to talk.

"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 proceedings after I had cum, it had simply slowly deflated and returned to a normal clit, little, and hooded in the shroud of skin."Are you ? I mean, you have to secernate me what you're thinking."She tilted her heading."I'm serious."

It was her instructor face and I almost laughed."Are you kidding me ? I mean, Helen of Troy,"I reached over and tucked a rove hair's-breadth behind her ear."I kind of got excited the first time it happened."I felt myself blush. Why was it so mortifying, why did I hesitate to say it ?

Helen looked at me for a second like she wasn't sure if I was telling the Sojourner Truth or not."What do you think ?"

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

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

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

"Worried ?"It was an honest query. I wasn't worried in the least that my wife had a twelve inch prick 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 weirdo, 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 throw a…"I didn't know what to shout it. I hadn't thought about it - did she believe of it as something unlike ? What did she call it in her mind ?

"A cock ?"

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

"Yeah,"I tried to smile but it felt crooked,"you know what I mean. I love you and if you have a turncock that's great, right ?"I tried not to sound aflutter, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as thin as paper and that everything was going to break in the next sentence or two.

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

"Are you saying you like it ?"Her voice was monotone and I couldn't tell what she wanted. Did she want me to be excited or did she require me to be weirded out ? Which one was going to make her well-chosen ? I knew where I stood. But could I tell her ?

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

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

"It's so strange,"she sighed,"it's like I don't have it away how to feel about it, like there's a component part of me that likes it."She looked down at mine and smiled."I kind of always wondered what it would be like, and I only seem to get it when it's really, really,"she paused and grinned,"enjoyable ? Is that the word I want ?"

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

"I mean, part of me wants it. part of me really wants it, but that part is like a new piece of me. Like a part 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 penis can't be the only change, right ? There have to be some early physiological changes. It ejaculates like a even penis, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did remember a fair amount about my debris from science class.

She scooted closer and I felt her nipple against my arm. It was toilsome and a little tingle went through me. I was so gladiola it was Fri. I had a belief it was going to be a late night.

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

"rich person you found anything that makes any sense of this though ?"I could tell that share of her was still curious about the science of what was happening. Even if some part of her recognised it, she still wanted an answer. She had always had a keen sensation of curiosity, she liked to read matter 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 unadulterated second joint."You ?"

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

"Like the stories 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 main galleries of hentai and futa, reading the story posted across the internet.

"What other explanation is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was dangerous. She was a professor, a instinctive skeptic. She didn't believe in anything but art and scientific discipline. And now she was talking about what if there was magic ? But she was right. There wasn't a medical journal article ever written that described what was happening to Helen. cartel me, I had spent hours searching.

"I mean, we find new things all the sentence, 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 want a reason. I want to sympathise it, even if it's trick. I don't care, I just want to know."

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

Helen threw the cover version back and rolled on top of me."Give me another hand job,"she pressed her back talk against mine and I felt her peter vellication to life.


***

I think it was Lord's Day morning, early. I woke up and felt Helen's prick against the pocket-sized of my back. It wasn't fully set up, it was probably six or seven inches, plump but not hard. We were curled up in bed, her arm draped over me, her breath at the 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 day. I mean, when the week started, life had been convention - work, eat, and play as common. We were just two pro in their ahead of time thirties. But now ?

We had blown off all of our champion off since the adventure started. We told them that one of us wasn't feeling well or that we had plans already. It was early, simple lies that gave us a few days to image 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 life, like what was going to change ?

It wasn't an sluttish question to guess at. I mean, Helen of Troy was changing, not just her new addition either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the modification much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was enquiry and climax, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I wasn't complaining that was for sure. ) She was changing physically. It was slender, but I think we both noticed it. When her penis presented she variety of changed. She grew a small taller, a trivial thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her finger's breadth seemed a little longer. It happened slowly, like you didn't really notice it until it was over.

It was foreign. It felt life-threatening and I loved it.

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

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me have it away her. I would exact her from behind, grabbing her hips and thrusting. And she would get rough. She wanted me to take her wrists, to pull her backwards and sleep with her as hard as I could.

Her mammoth cock would bounce and slap against her chest of drawers, oozing a unfluctuating current of pre. But I could tell it wasn't enough. No matter what I did, how I fucked her, I could tell 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 fiddling to get more well-fixed and Helen slipped her hand around my pectoral and squeezed,

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

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

Whether she was awake or not, I kind of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the situation was damage. I knew the car-mechanic of such a thing would be painful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the part where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my spine and milk her ten in of rock hard dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the offset metre I had thought about her prick and my ass get together. It wasn't my first thought when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the initiatory few. number 1 I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to taste it. But by Sunday morning, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a lifelike advance.

I loved her cock. 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 moment had passed that evening, I had a feeling there would be other evenings.

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like, what it would feel like to have her push into me. I had no approximation. I had never played with my bastard before, it had never crossed my mind. But now ? Now it seemed like the adjacent gradation, right ? A cancel progression.

And then Helen rolled back over. Within a breathing spell her trunk had conformed to my cast, except she reached down between our physical structure. 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 impudence.

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

I pulled away and turned over to look at her. Her heart were closed. She was still at rest, her prick half-erect in her script."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 eyes went wide with surprise."What ?"She looked down to where she was holding her erecting."Oh, my God, what happened ?"She let go of her hawkshaw and sat up.

I watched her, conflicted. Now I felt hangdog. This was not going to serve my pillow slip later. You know, where I tried to excuse to her that I did want her to try and fuck me. Just not right now, not this indorsement.

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 or, at least, the Helen I was used to. This was the new Helen.

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

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

"I ... uh."I hadn't expected the interrogation and I wasn't sure she was good."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 lilliputian 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 naught about my own ass.

She grinned."Let's observe out,"she wrapped her long finger around the infrastructure of her cock."Back up."

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

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

"No,"I swatted at her bridge player,"soon."

I scooted away and opened my eyes. It was a 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 future morning, Monday, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser shorts."Good morning,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the curvature of her dead body.

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

"I had a crazy dream."I chuckled.

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

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

"Was I mean ?"She was severe.

"What do you intend ?"

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

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

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

I sat on the edge of the bed and cleared the sleep from my eyes."But it's not a bad affair, right ?"It was all a patchwork inside. I couldn't think 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 worry in her eyes."I don't understand what's happening and when it's here,"she looked down between her stage."I can't seem to hold in 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 chief.

***

When I opened my centre on Tuesday, I knew something was unlike. I felt lighter, like I was a little floaty. It was weird. I sat up half-expecting my venter to flip, 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 work. zero was sore, zilch looked bruised. I rubbed my eyes. The in conclusion few daytime had been so strange, maybe it was all in my imagination. I mean, there was nothing visibly wrong with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary-eyed and exhausted. adjacent to the umber maker were two deep brown cupful set out on the counter so I would point out them. One was abandon and one had a note in front of it.

I grabbed the piddling slip of composition and opened it. After last dark's fun, I thought you might revel this with your breakfast.

I thought about the night before, the way I had finally sucked her rooster past my gag inborn reflex. I had almost gotten my nose to the smooth tegument of her belly. She was so abstruse. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her load down my throat, across my face and her boob.

I picked up the coffee cup. The liquidness inside was opaque and there was the fragile modification in density throughout. I smiled. It was her walking on air, she must experience jacked off before she left. I was no-good 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 shaft immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another finger and brought it to my lips.

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 hand on the rear end of her cock, sucking hard, going up and down, using my tongue everywhere. How my other deal had slid three digit into her soaking pickle, forcing her further into my mouth, making her fuck my face harder and faster. How I had brought her to the knife's edge and then backed way off - just flipping my tongue through the pre at the tip of his shaft until she calmed down.

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

The lastly week had been a sexual crack and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost impossible to think. zippo 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 member appearing, the maiden blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty trusted she was going to fuck me - at some point.

I had already started research on the theme. Although even that proved to be daunting at multiplication. ( Is it still called pegging even when your wife has an genuine penis ? )

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

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

Helen of Troy hadn't mentioned an specific design to fuck me. I'm not sure the persuasion had ever crossed her mind before William Ashley Sunday night. I, on the early hired man, had thought of short else. I mean, the morning after her cock made its first off show, I had already considered the possibility.

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

My hand worked up and down my own length and I lifted the cup to my back talk. It smelled like beloved. I took a long deglutition, swirling the goo across my clapper before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and sweet. Why wasn't my own cum Sweet ? I put the spyglass down and took a late breathing place. It was just like it had been the night before. Helen's cum affected me like alcoholic beverage. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a little light-headed, my aspect stuck in a grin. I felt great.

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

That was the first time I saw it. The very commencement clip I wondered, even if only for a bit, if conjuration wasn't real. It was eldritch. For a divide second, I thought I saw something luminescence along the mirror, right on the reflection, something sparkle blue. It was just for a instant, a flash, and it was gone.

I couldn't tell if the foreign light was on them mirror on if had been on me. I looked myself over, but there was cypher.

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

But then I kind of got caught up in the reflection, the Edward Young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty salutary, if I did say so myself. I flexed my branch and watched the musculus 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 prison term a week, I was pretty well built. Helen of Troy always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was dissimilar. This was tip, leaner than I normally was. And the affair that made it especially unusual was that I felt the way I looked. I felt stronger, leaner, and lithe. I felt like a marauder.

After goofing off for a few to a greater extent minutes in the mirror, I decided to hop in the shower bath. I had things to do, authoritative things to do before Helen got home and I felt a petty hangdog for the self-indulgence I had just spent ten minutes on. I turned on the water and closed the curtain.

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

I turned the shower temperature down a small. I flexed my dickhead. It felt upright, the way every muscularity down there responded in concord, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to palpate what she was going to feel like. I was curious.
About an hour later, my peel wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the shower floor. I had cum twice. By the end I had three digit in my ass, farther than I ever thought possible and nothing had ever felt so good.


I got to the shop by just around dejeuner. There was a wet bit at the top of my pants, but my tee shirt hid it. My precum had gushed the intact driving force. 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 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 serve me get Helen inside me - I was all in.

The girl behind the counter was in her lately mid-twenties. She had long earrings that touched her shoulders which in bend made her channelize look disproportionately close to her chest. She had on an old tee 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 know how to discuss sexual things with a stranger.

I walked around the place trying to search as effortless as I thought you were supposed to. It was in fact lunch prison term on a weekday so there wasn't even anyone to watch me being an idiot.

The girl behind the counter kind of sighed the third metre that I glanced over at her. She tucked a loose strand of what appeared to be a single dreadlock behind her ear."Hey,"her tone was definitive, curt even."Come here. What are you looking for ?"

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty sure the impression 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 adult.

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

"First meter ?"She raised her eyebrow but that was her only expression and we still hadn't made eye contact. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many monitoring device positioned around the fund to ca-ca sure as shooting no one stole anything.

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

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

The thing was lowly and exactly like the I I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a finger and a one-half panoptic.

The Thomas Young gentlewoman with the dark hairsbreadth and a 1 dreadlock made a sound I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped plug but larger. It was closer to three, lithesome fingerbreadth.

I glanced back at the shelf.

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

"Yes,"I thought of Helen of Troy's twelve inches. It was ridiculous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to spread me widely. I wanted to see the pleasance on her face when she came. Oh, my god, I was so activated to find out what that would feel like !

"Then this one, but Jesus, contract it slow, ok ?"There was literal business organization in the Lester Willis Young char's vocalisation.


When I got base it was after two. I went straight to the bathroom. No, I disappeared into the bathroom for twenty moment, stuck that first of all plug in my ass, jerked off two Thomas More sentence, and then got into some jeans to garden.

It was the joy of working from dwelling. 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 of Troy presented. I had just closed out a final payment on a multi-building office park.

So, Monday was gardening in the back yard. I had a treillage of rosebush that needed a fair amount of attention and it was a perfect day - cloudy, in the high 1960s, and barely a breeze. And I had my first off butt plug in, which meant I was as hard as a tilt.

I was heedful with the rosebush. I had been training them for two years, gently guiding them around the trellis'posts and over the delicate archway. 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 home base. I debated back and forth whether or not I was going to tell her. It felt so naughty keeping a hidden but I loved it.

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

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

It was the former thing that I kind of liked about the new Helen of Troy, she became prevailing when her peter was around. She was inviolable, more demanding and aggressive. I loved it. The new side of her made me happy, a new aspect to us.

When she came place she was already turned on. Her clit had not gone through its brilliant transformation, but she was hot. I had a impression she would be, especially if I was just in my denim when she got home. It was one of her favourite flavor on me.

Within five minute though, I was on my genu, her pecker in my sass while I arched my back and adjusted my hips to put my cigaret plug 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 allow. Her hands were on the spinal column of my brain and her hip were working in and out. I moaned as my own cock spasmed and darkened a traffic circle along near the waist of my denim.
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 plug through dinner party. Helen was pretty quiet while we ate. She said that Robert had gotten in bother with some girl, Mika. Something like harassment. She didn't think it was going to be a huge deal, but she said it was concerning.

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

"shuffle sentience,"I finished off my plate and took a recollective sip of wine.

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

I thought of the java cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How a good deal could I ingest 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 board and kissed her.

"That girl Mika though,"Helen said."She's worry. I mean, I can't trust she went after a prof like that."

It caught me off precaution and I sat back down at the mesa."That's the girl's gens that filed the call 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 napkin on her denture and stood up.

I followed her up to the bedroom. I'll be good, I was a trivial disappointed. I mean, I had enjoyed the coffee cup nowadays and the chance to give her point the minute 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 same commission."Are you going to cuddle with me for a little while ?"

I looked down at her tits.

Helen's tits were one of her Best features before her new body, but now ? Now they were comparable Eruca sativa, projectile ready to set up off and they were huge, a full moon handful more than a week before.

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

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

My penis rose against her second joint and then I felt hers energy against mine."Oh ?"

Helen grinned."Maybe once before I go to catch some Z's ?"She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her digit touched the bound of the plug. She pulled away from me, just a brace of in while her finger explored the edge of my privy.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

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

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

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

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

A shiver ran through my entire body.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

I spread my thighs. I had never been so indisputable about anything in my life. My cock was throbbing, jerking up and down at the cerebration of her filling me.

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

I tried to loosen. I took a breathing spell 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, piazza where Helen had to break, but she was so patient role. It took some employment. I hadn't planned on the annoyance, but eventually, Helen had more than half of her distance in me. I felt full. I was panting and trying to relax.

And as Helen of Troy gave me time to align, she intertwined her fingerbreadth with mine. She stretched my arms over my point and covered me. Her body felt so commodity. Her cock so thrilling. It was the most confidant moment I had ever felt.

"I love you,"I said.

"I love you too,"Helen whispered.

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

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

I reached up and pilfer my own pap. The pain slashed through me."I'm close,"a bombastic drop-off of light precum oozed onto the blanket.

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

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

She reached around and squeezed my member. That was all it took. She moaned as I clamped down around her and dart my shipment onto the blankets.

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Thanks for reading. promise you enjoyed the story. This tale was lifted from the series : Little fiend on Amazon River. If you would like to see how all of this began and what happens next, check it out - it is stream on chapter 17 !