I heard the moaning the minute I opened the room access and, I'll be honest, I was pretty sure Helen of Troy was upstairs having sex with mortal that wasn't me. You know how your brain immediately jumps to the worst display case scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're thinking is almost statistically unsufferable. But your Einstein doesn't forethought. It always thinks the worst thing first.

And that's what I thought when I opened the door. I thought she was having an affaire. 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 someone up there going to Town on her.

Now, some people might have become immediately angry. They might have slammed the threshold and contrive their briefcase across the room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to kill individual. nearly people would sustain lost their damn immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the grip. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the front threshold as quietly as I could and crept up the steps carefully trying to think back every spot that creaked.

And then I was in nominal head of the door. I heard the bed creaking and then another soft moan. I stepped closer. I heard a slurping phone. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my mind was one of those fast-forward pic montage, my learning ability showed me a one thousand memories of my wife's blowjob. God, she was full at giving head. Always had been.

Then I had another intellection. 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 sign. I got a sense that I was wrong. Something didn't make sense.

I took a deep breathing place and reached for the door handle. Whatever was going on, I was about to find out. I opened the room access and found Helen. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a trunk of shape so large, she actually had the glans in her back talk. Yes, it had grown large enough that she could suck it and was apparently enjoying the new incur star.

It had been two sidereal day since her hammer 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 good morning, she woke up with a cock between her legs. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her gorge button that had somehow evolved to rout More ejaculate than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the finally few years had been interesting. We had both done in insane amount of research, you know trying our best to count on out what had caused the unknown excrescence. And we had talked about it nonstop flight.

But I think the grounds 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 tacky, but I think we both knew it, right from the start.

So, standing in the doorway watching my wife suck her own rooster, I was both relieved and excited.

My brain shifted gears. My worry and care about an affair were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the low gear thought that crossed my mind was ... Oh my God, that is so jazz 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 button expanded. Every fourth dimension she had gotten a blooper over the past times couple of days, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity.

But in reality, I could n't stop thinking about her pecker. Every clock time I thought about it, my own cock would thicken.

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

She turned her heading and our eyes met. I saw veneration, embarrassment, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen's eyes before. I don't really love how to name it, it was ilk strength or confidence, maybe it was arrogance, but whatever it was kind of intimidating.

"Lucas ? I…"she sputtered holding onto her cock with one helping hand while a copious amount of precum dribbled over her fingers."... 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 voice was a gruff rustle.

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

There was a traffic jam of watchword in my head. Every nerve in my organic structure was jangly. I wanted to tell her that ever since it had originally happened, I had been excited.

I do n't know why I was so instantly attached to the thing. I mean, I had never been excited about another man's dick before, but when she had one ? Oh, my god, it was all I had thought about. I can't secern you how many times I masturbated during those first-class honours degree few days. 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's bridge player kept sliding up and down."I don't know what to do ? I can't seem to ... it feels too good."Her breathing spell came faster and I could recount 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 fortune, I could find it. I did n't acquire my eyes off it. It was mesmerizing watching her accident herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to play too.

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

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

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

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

"Lucas ?"Helen of Troy looked at me and then at the excrescence along the front of my khakis."Are you toilsome ?"

It felt like time stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to zero. My brain froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed strong and glanced at her dick again. All I wanted to do was touch it, wrap my finger's breadth around it. The fact that she was on the very sharpness of an orgasm was driving me mad."I, um, you know, I mean you're obviously excited."

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

I swallowed hard again. I could feel a cool down sweat along my forehead. What if she did n't like my answer ? There were so many way this could go legal injury. I was suddenly embarrassed and ashamed and panic-struck 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 rooster ?"she looked down at the tool in her hands, but I was sure I saw the trace of a smile across her rim. She liked it too.

"knockout,"I crawled closer,"I don't care."I reached out and wrapped my digit around hers."I am yours thickly or thin."Her fingers were warm. She kept her adhesive friction and slowly moved her hand up and down.

But the increase insistency of my hired man, made her shudder slightly. I looked over her body again. My cock had already left a wet bull's eye on my trouser. 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 pedagogy and I was studying computer architecture. I met her at a sorority single-valued function, she was a guest of one of the sisters. We has both been standing on the hobby of the 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 champion. We did everything together. I had never had so very much in coarse with another person or such a nerveless time hanging out with them. She was the best matter that had ever happened to me.

"Oh my god,"she pulled her hired man away and suddenly I was holding her new, gargantuan shaft.

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

I can not explain how amaze it felt to hold my wife's cock in my paw, to stroke it, or to see the flavour on her face. I don't think I had ever brought soul such pleasure in my life.

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

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

I watched the pre surge from her hole again. I wanted to smack it. I moved closer to her, straddling her leg. I reached forward and slew a fingerbreadth through the drop at her tip. I lifted it to my nuzzle. I mean, what sort of pre did she experience ? Was it like mine ? It looked like it.

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

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

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

I thought of how many times Helen had given me a hand job, how she had stroked me, her handle and how she concentrated on exactly what I liked. I glanced back at Helen of Troy 's grimace. She was lost in disco biscuit. I kept moving my paw sliding them up and down. All I wanted was to please her.

"fucking, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, crazy eyes."Don't stop."She moved her hip in rhythm method with my hands."Oh, that feels so honest !"She threw her head back and her stopcock jerked another stream 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 thenar through the authorise liquidness and lathered her magnetic pole as she fucked my men.

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

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

"Oh !"her optic opened. `` Oh fuck ! '' Her fingers dug into the blanket like she was holding on for dear aliveness. Every muscleman in her physical structure flexed at once.

I aimed her stopcock at my fount like it was a fire hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to sense her hot, sticky bliss, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another stream splattered across my open shirt. The liquid state was warm and there was a fragrancy to the spirit. And I was in promised land. I couldn't believe how a great deal she came, but I was lost in the consequence. I watched her case as she came, every sticky rope was accompanied by a moan and a spirit of excruciating pleasure. I wanted it. I wanted her to never stop."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 cloudburst of cum sprayed across my neck.

My cock ached to be touched and I saw a huge dark smear in the fabric where it was pressed, but there was no time to think about my own orgasm. Helen was in the middle of hers. My work force squeezed and tugged. Helen writhed. Cum covered my shirt and bloomers.

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

I leaned down and ran my tongue along the nape of her neck. I let go of her penis and squeezed her knocker together. I ran her nipples across my undecided chest and the mess hall she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the offset time, the play. It was just for a secondment, maybe two, and it was faint, like faint enough that I wasn't sure it was real. I mean, it could experience just been a antic of the light and we were both so senior high on what was happening. But I am sure that was the showtime time I noticed it, there was just a speck of grim along her shoulder joint, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but depressed and in some strange pattern. But it was so lightheaded, I didn't think I saw it.

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

It was so snug, and I wanted to so bad. But I didn't. I didn't hump how well-situated she was and besides she had just let go. Then I thought of her snatch, the glistening dent below her still rigid tissue.

"Here,"Helen reached into my bloomers and wrapped her hands around my pecker."It's your turn,"she bit my earlobe.

I did. No sooner had she gotten her fingers around my prick and I was spraying my go into the waistline of my khaki's. I couldn't help it. I don't know that I had ever been more release on then I was rightfulness then. The entire experience had edged me for almost an hour. I was fuck drunk.

We kissed and fondled each early for another few bit before I got up, got uncase, and got a tone down towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we kind of both decided that it was prison term to tattle.

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

"No, for some reason I'm not."Helen's cock had disappeared a few arcminute after I had cum, it had simply slowly deflated and returned to a normal clit, piffling, and hooded in the cerement of pelt."Are you ? I mean, you have to tell me what you're thinking."She tilted her read/write head."I'm serious."

It was her teacher face and I almost laughed."Are you kidding me ? I mean, Helen of Troy,"I reached over and tucked a stray hair behind her ear."I kind of got excited the for the first time time it happened."I felt myself bloom. Why was it so embarrassing, why did I hesitate to say it ?

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

I swallowed. This was it. This was the instant 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 right Holy Scripture and I immediately regretted it.

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

"Worried ?"It was an honest interrogative. I wasn't worried in the least that my wife had a twelve inch shaft that was a solid three or four inches in diameter. I wasn't worried at all. I don't know exactly why I wasn't but the fact was - I was excited about it. But how do you say that without sounding nutcase, 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 address it. I hadn't thought about it - did she think of it as something dissimilar ? What did she call it in her head ?

"A pecker ?"

I liked the hardness of the Bible 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 cock that's bully, right ?"I tried not to sound flighty, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as thin as composition and that everything was going to fail in the next sentence or two.

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

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

"Yes,"I looked down between us. Her white meat were half-covered by the cover, the segmentation between them was dark and inviting. I thought of the way her penis could lay between them, how she could titty fuck herself anytime she wanted.

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

"It's so foreign,"she sighed,"it's like I don't know how to feel about it, like there's a part of me that likes it."She looked down at mine and smiled."I kind of always wondered what it would be like, and I only seem to have 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. percentage of me really wants it, but that percentage is like a new role of me. Like a component 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 cut it. I give it what it wants ?"She looked at me and shrugged."Does any of that make any sentience to you ?"

I laid my hired hand over hers."I think it does. The phallus can't be the exclusively alteration, right ? There have to be some early physiological changes. It ejaculates like a habitue penis, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did think back a fair measure about my junk from science class.

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

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

"wealthy person you found anything that makes any sense of this though ?"I could tell that component of her was still curious about the scientific discipline of what was happening. Even if some part of her swallow it, she still wanted an answer. She had always had a bully signified of wonder, she liked to translate things and how they worked.

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

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

"Like the stories with magic and goddesses and material ?"It was all either of us had found, a million web site devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent hours on them, flipping through the principal veranda of hentai and futa, reading the stories posted across the internet.

"What early explanation is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was unplayful. She was a prof, a natural doubter. She didn't believe in anything but art and science. And now she was talking about what if there was magic ? But she was right. There wasn't a health check journal article ever written that described what was happening to Helen of Troy. Trust me, I had spent hour searching.

"I mean, we find new things all the time, right ? And the eastern faith and mythology, there has to be some cogency to those legend, right ?"

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

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

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


***

I think it was Sunday morning, early. I woke up and felt Helen's turncock against the small-scale of my back. It wasn't fully raise, 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 spine of my neck opening.

I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was inconceivable not to, so much had changed over just a few days. I mean, when the week started, life story had been normal - workplace, eat, and sport as usual. We were just two professionals in their early on mid-thirties. But now ?

We had blown off all of our friends off since the risky venture started. We told them that one of us wasn't feeling well or that we had plans already. It was early, bare lies that gave us a few days to figure 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 aliveness, like what was going to interchange ?

It wasn't an easy doubtfulness to guess at. I mean, Helen of Troy was changing, not just her new plus either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the alteration 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 sure enough. ) She was changing physically. It was slight, but I think we both noticed it. When her member presented she kind of changed. She grew a little taller, a little thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she sort of stretched-out, like her finger's breadth seemed a little thirster. It happened slowly, like you didn't really notice 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 thing Helen did peach about. She was careful when she described it. She liked to suppose of it as a percentage of her that she had always repressed because it kind 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 be intimate her. I would take her from behind, grabbing her hips and thrusting. And she would get harsh. She wanted me to necessitate her radiocarpal joint, to pull her backwards and fuck her as grueling as I could.

Her mammoth cock would bounce and slap against her bureau, oozing a firm stream of pre. But I could severalize it wasn't enough. No issue what I did, how I fucked her, I could tell it was lupus erythematosus than she wanted.

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

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

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

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

And then she shifted her organic structure, pulled herself closer to me, and dropped her hip so that her hawkshaw 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 spot was untimely. I knew the mechanics of such a affair would be dreadful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the office where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my rachis and Milk her ten inches of rock knockout dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the first time I had thought about her cock and my ass merging. It wasn't my first of all intellection when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the inaugural few. low gear I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to sample it. But by Sun morning, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a instinctive forward motion.

I loved her tool. 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 instant had passed that eve, I had a tactile sensation there would be other evenings.

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like, what it would sense like to stimulate her push into me. I had no theme. I had never played with my bastard before, it had never crossed my mind. But now ? Now it seemed like the next dance step, right ? A rude advance.

And then Helen rolled back over. Within a hint her consistence had conformed to my shape, except she reached down between our bodies. 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 buttock.

I wasn't ready for the flavour, it tickled and surprised me. I moved away but her hired man 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 cock half-erect in her hired hand."Helen,"I whispered, not convinced.

She moaned softly and then opened her centre."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 hard-on."Oh, my God, what happened ?"She let go of her gumshoe and sat up.

I watched her, conflicted. Now I felt guilty. This was not going to help my casing 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 bit.

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

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

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

"I ... uh."I hadn't expected the question and I wasn't certainly she was good."I mean, I've thought about it, but…"

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

"I mean, well, you know, yeah, it's crossed my mind."I looked down a little embarrass. Why could I still not say it ?"But I don't think I'm ready."I thought about the fact that I knew future to nix about my own ass.

She grinned."Let's find out,"she wrapped her long fingers around the basis of her cock."binding up."

My nitty-gritty heartbeat against my chest like I had just run a 5k."I think I need to, you know, prepare, practice…"

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

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

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

The adjacent morning, Monday, when I woke up, Helen of Troy was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser knickers."trade good sunrise,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the curve of her trunk.

She turned and smiled at me sans phallus."morn, baby."

"I had a crazy dream."I chuckled.

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

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

"Was I mean ?"She was serious.

"What do you stand for ?"

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

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

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

I sat on the bound of the bed and cleared the eternal rest from my eyes."But it's not a bad affair, right ?"It was all a jumble inside. I couldn't imagine how scarey all of it must take been for her.

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

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

***

When I opened my oculus on Tuesday, I knew something was different. I felt lighter, like I was a short floaty. It was weird. I sat up half-expecting my stomach to alternate, 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 showcase, or I had lost a few pounds.

I stood up. Everything seemed to wreak. nil was sore, zilch looked bruised. I rubbed my middle. The end few days 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 exhaust. Next to the coffee maker were two burnt umber cups set out on the replication so I would notice them. One was void and one had a note in front of it.

I grabbed the footling slip of paper and opened it. After last night's fun, I thought you might enjoy this with your breakfast.

I thought about the dark before, the way I had finally sucked her putz past my gag innate reflex. I had almost gotten my nose to the smooth tegument of her belly. She was so mystifying. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her payload down my pharynx, across my face and her titty.

I picked up the coffee tree cup. The liquid interior was opaque and there was the slightest alteration in density throughout. I smiled. It was her seventh heaven, she must deliver jacked off before she left. I was sorry I had missed it. I was addicted to the poppycock.

I dipped my finger's breadth into the lovesome liquid and slipped it into my back talk. The honey-textured sweetness coated my clapper. My rooster immediately began to tighten. I dipped another finger and brought it to my lips.

An involuntary groan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my eyes remembering how her cock felt in my rima oris. How I had put one paw on the bottom of her cock, sucking concentrated, going up and down, using my tongue everywhere. How my other script had skid three fingerbreadth into her drip trap, forcing her further into my mouth, making her shag my face harder and faster. How I had brought her to the knife's edge and then backed way off - just flipping my natural language through the pre at the tip of his pecker until she calmed down.

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

The last week had been a sexual crack cocaine and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost impossible to believe. Nothing as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger in my married woman's touchwood and thought back over it all, her phallus appearing, the first cock sucking I had ever given, and how I was pretty certainly she was going to lie with me - at some stage.

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

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

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

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific intention to bonk me. I'm not sure the opinion had ever crossed her mind before Sun nighttime. I, on the early hand, had thought of piffling else. I mean, the morning after her rooster made its low show, I had already considered the possibility.

I swirled my finger's breadth through her ambrosia again and imagined her stroking herself into the cup while I slept, standing in the kitchen gripping her 12 inch. What was she thinking about ? Me ?

My hand worked up and down my own length and I lifted the cup to my lips. It smelled like honey. I took a long deglutition, swirling the goo across my tongue before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and angelical. Why wasn't my own cum sweet ? I put the trash down and took a deep breath. It was just like it had been the night before. Helen's cum affected me like alcoholic drink. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a small light-headed, my look 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 halt thinking about what it would feel like to have Helen behind me. I stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

That was the first metre I saw it. The very number one time I wondered, even if only for a moment, if illusion wasn't actual. It was weird. For a split secondment, I thought I saw something lambency along the mirror, right on the reflection, something ignitor blue. It was just for a second, a flash lamp, and it was gone.

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

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

But then I kind of got caught up in the reflection, the Loretta Young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty salutary, if I did say so myself. I flexed my blazonry and watched the muscular tissue bulge. I changed the airs 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 hebdomad, I was pretty well built. Helen always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was dissimilar. This was tend, leaner than I normally was. And the affair that made it especially strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt substantial, leaner, and lithe. I felt like a predatory animal.

After goofing off for a few More minutes in the mirror, I decided to hop in the shower. I had things to do, important things to do before Helen got home and I felt a lilliputian guilty for the indulgence I had just spent ten arcminute on. I turned on the water and closed the mantle.

The hot piss felt good. I turned around and let it run down my neck and back. I closed my eyes and thought about the Nox before, the way her turncock felt in between my ass cheeks. It had only been a dream but my oral sex was still running with it. My eager dick immediately began to beg for tending, staring up at me like a one-eyed puppy. But I wanted something else.

I turned the shower temperature down a petty. I flexed my asshole. It felt good, the way every muscleman down there responded in harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to experience what she was going to palpate like. I was curious.
About an hour later, my pelt wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the cascade story. I had cum twice. By the end I had three fingers in my ass, advance than I ever thought possible and nada had ever felt so good.


I got to the shop by just around dejeuner. There was a wet spot at the top of my drawers, but my t-shirt hid it. My precum had gushed the stallion drive. I was so excited. I don't know what it was really. Was it the fact that it was a surprise/secret for Helen ? Was it the fact that I had never, in fact, been to a sex 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 help me get Helen of Troy inside me - I was all in.

The missy behind the counter was in her deep mid-twenties. She had yearn earrings that touched her berm which in turn made her head look disproportionately close to her bureau. She had on an old t-shirt, a isthmus or cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the jersey but because I didn't know how to discuss intimate things with a stranger.

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

The girl behind the sideboard kind of sighed the third gear time that I glanced over at her. She tucked a loose strand of what appeared to be a undivided dreadlock behind her ear."Hey,"her tone was authoritative, brusque even."Come here. What are you looking for ?"

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty sure the notion I was having was flee ! And for a separate secondment, 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.

"posterior fire hydrant,"I said the word, alone. I just sort of threw it out there.

"first-class honours degree metre ?"She raised her eyebrow but that was her alone expression and we still hadn't made eye contact. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many monitors positioned around the memory board to fix certain no one stole anything.

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

She walked over to me and then stepped into the gangway next to where I was."You want to bulge 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 wide.

The young madam with the dark hairsbreadth and a individual dreadlock made a sound I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped plug but heavy. It was closer to three, slender digit.

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 of Troy's twelve inches. It was ridiculous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to fan out me wide. I wanted to see the joy on her face when she came. Oh, my god, I was so excited to find out what that would feel like !

"Then this one, but Redeemer, take it slow, ok ?"There was echt fear in the young woman's voice.


When I got place it was after two. I went straight to the can. No, I disappeared into the bathroom for twenty bit, stuck that initiative sparking plug in my ass, jerked off two more than times, and then got into some blue jean to garden.

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

So, Monday was gardening in the back yard. I had a trellis of roses that needed a carnival amount of aid and it was a perfect day - cloudy, in the gamy sixties, and barely a gentle wind. And I had my offset butt plug in, which meant I was as hard as a Rock.

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

I wondered when Helen of Troy would be domicile. I debated back and forth whether or not I was going to narrate her. It felt so juicy keeping a secret but I loved it.

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

I tried to guess when it would chance. 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 sort of talked about it. Would it find after dinner ?

It was the other affair that I kind of liked about the new Helen, she became prevailing when her dick was around. She was firm, more demanding and aggressive. I loved it. The new side of her made me happy, a new scene to us.

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

Within five minutes though, I was on my knee joint, her cock in my mouth while I arched my dorsum and adjusted my hips to put my butt wad 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 tolerate. Her handwriting were on the binding of my psyche and her hips were working in and out. I moaned as my own gumshoe spasmed and darkened a rophy along near the waist of my jeans.
And then I felt it spraying down my throat. I swallowed and Helen of Troy groaned and pressed deeper. My jaw ached but I didn't care.

I wore the fire hydrant through dinner. Helen of Troy was pretty hushed while we ate. She said that Robert had gotten in trouble with some girl, Mika. Something like molestation. She didn't think it was going to be a Brobdingnagian trade, but she said it was concerning.

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

"Makes good sense,"I finished off my scale and took a prospicient 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 much could I absorb in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my eyes across her body. She was so hot. The preceding week had changed her and she had been beautiful before. Now though ? She was something else. I leaned across the table and kissed her.

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

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

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

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

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

I followed her up to the bedchamber. I'll be honest, I was a niggling defeated. I mean, I had enjoyed the java cup present and the opportunity to pass her head the minute she walked in the door, but I had been hoping the evening was just getting started.

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

I looked down at her tits.

Helen's tits were one of her best feature of speech before her new physical structure, but now ? Now they were wish garden rocket, missiles ready to set up off and they were huge, a full handful Sir Thomas More than a week before.

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

"Are you alright ?"Helen of Troy walked over to me and put her arm around my cervix, her bosom against my bleak chest.

My penis rose against her thighs and then I felt hers push against mine."Oh ?"

Helen grinned."Maybe once before I go to sleep ?"She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her finger touched the boundary of the fireplug. She pulled away from me, just a span of inches while her fingers explored the edge of my secret.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

"derriere wad,"the tidings had served me well earlier and I hadn't even owned one yet.

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

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

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

A shiver ran through my intact body.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

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

She put a bridge player on my hip and lined herself up.

I tried to slack up. I took a breathing space and concentrated. And then she was pressing into me. Her cockhead was wide and unruffled and I could find my anatomical sphincter surround it.

The details are not important. Needless to say, there were a few false jump, plaza where Helen had to blockade, but she was so patient. It took some work. I hadn't planned on the pain in the neck, but eventually, Helen had more than half of her length in me. I felt full. I was panting and trying to unstrain.

And as Helen gave me time to set, she intertwined her finger with mine. She stretched my sleeve over my head and covered me. Her consistence felt so practiced. Her tool so thrilling. It was the most intimate 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 body was still draped over me, covering me from head to toe, and a flimsy 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 lift my own nipple. The hurting slashed through me."I'm close,"a large drop curtain of assoil precum oozed onto the blanket.

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

I could feel every vein, every inch and curve ball of her as she pushed and pulled. And then she did it. She pushed into me as deeply as she could. It may own been my imaging, but I thought I could find 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 inject my load onto the blankets.

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Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed the story. This report was lifted from the serial : piddling monstrosity on Amazon. If you would wish to see how all of this began and what happens future, ascertain it out - it is flow on chapter 17 !