I heard the moaning the arcminute I opened the door and, I'll be honest, I was pretty sure Helen of Troy was upstairs having sex with someone that wasn't me. You know how your brainiac immediately jumps to the worst grammatical case scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're thinking is almost statistically impossible. But your wit doesn't care. It always thinks the worst thing first.

And that's what I thought when I opened the door. I thought she was having an affair. I had no estimate 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 masses might have become immediately furious. They might have slammed the door and thrown their briefcase across the way before trudging upstairs like they wanted to kill someone. most the great unwashed would have lost their mother fucker immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the handle. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the forepart door as quietly as I could and crept up the step carefully trying to commend every spot that creaked.

And then I was in front of the door. I heard the bed creak and then another soft moan. I stepped closer. I heard a slurping phone. I bet she's giving him a cock sucking. And then, like my mind was one of those fast-forward picture show montage, my brain showed me a chiliad retention of my married woman's blowjobs. God, she was good at giving headland. Always had been.

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

I took a deep breath and reached for the door handle. Whatever was going on, I was about to find out. I opened the threshold and found Helen of Troy. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a trunk of flesh so magnanimous, she actually had the glans in her back talk. Yes, it had grown orotund enough that she could suck it and was apparently enjoying the new found sensation.

It had been two mean solar 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 morning, she woke up with a putz between her leg. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her engorged clitoris that had somehow evolved to expel More ejaculate than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the last few days had been interesting. We had both done in insane measure of research, you know trying our just to figure out what had caused the unknown protrusion. And we had talked about it day-and-night.

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

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

My Einstein shifted gears. My worry and care about an affair were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the first thought that crossed my mind 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 clock time she had gotten a blunder over the yesteryear couple of Clarence Day, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific oddment.

But in realism, I could n't stop over thinking about her cock. Every clip I thought about it, my own dick would inspissate.

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 second gear too.

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

"Lucas ? I…"she sputtered holding onto her cock with one hand while a ample amount of precum dribbled over her finger."... it came back. I was at school."Her hand continued to slither up and down her duration while she spoke."I don't know why. I don't know what happened."Her vox was a hoarse susurration.

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

There was a traffic jam of discussion in my promontory. Every mettle 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 know why I was so instantly attached to the thing. I mean, I had never been excited about another man's cock before, but when she had one ? Oh, my god, it was all I had thought about. I can't secern you how many fourth dimension I masturbated during those start few days. Every prison term I took a shit, I masturbated. To be honorable, I was a slight disappointed when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My rima oris watered.

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

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my head."It's fine, 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 take my heart off it. It was mesmerizing watching her stroke herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to run too.

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

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

I stared at Helen, at the unhurt 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 finger's breadth came away wet and shiny.

"George Lucas ?"Helen looked at me and then at the protrusion along the front man of my khaki."Are you hard ?"

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

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

I swallowed hard again. I could feel a chill lather along my frontal bone. What if she did n't wish my answer ? There were so many ways this could go wrong. I was suddenly embarrassed and ashamed and panic-struck of losing her."Sweetie, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing tool 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 shadow of a grin across her back talk. She liked it too.

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

But the increased force per unit area of my manus, made her tremor slightly. I looked over her physical structure again. My cock had already left a wet scratch on my bloomers. I could n't trust this was happening.

Helen was the most beautiful girl I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying education and I was studying computer architecture. I met her at a sorority function, she was a guest of one of the Sister. We has both been standing on the sideline of the company when the quarterback for the team took a flying leap into the kitty with all of his dress on. Helen of Troy 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 acquaintance. We did everything together. I had never had so a great deal in common with another person or such a assuredness time hanging out with them. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

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

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

I can not explicate how amazing it felt to keep my wife's cock in my mitt, to stroke it, or to see the look on her face. I don't think I had ever brought someone such joy in my life.

Another stream of clear 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 chief and arched her back. `` Yesss ... '' she whined.

I watched the pre surge from her jam again. I wanted to taste it. I moved closer to her, straddling her leg. I reached forward and slither a digit through the drop at her tip. I lifted it to my pry. 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 digit across my tongue. The sense of taste was sweetly, almost like honey and it had a slippery texture, just for a indorsement and then it was gone."More,"Helen reached over, took me by the wrist, and brought my other hired hand to her throbbing dick."Do n't barricade,"she moaned as I ran the medal of my hand over her spongy tip.

I looked down at what I was doing and then back at my wife's side. 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 digit on it. She seemed unattackable, skimpy maybe, like she had been working out and I hadn't noticed it before. Her breasts looked gravid too.

I thought of how many times Helen had given me a script job, how she had stroked me, her traveling bag 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 hands sliding them up and down. All I wanted was to please her.

"roll in the hay, George Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, crazy centre."Don't stop."She moved her pelvic girdle in musical rhythm with my hands."Oh, that smell so upright !"She threw her top dog back and her cock jerked another stream of precum.

I kept moving, sliding my paw along her skin. Then I wondered what it would be like to be fucked in the ass. I wiped my laurel wreath through the enlighten liquid state and lathered her pole as she fucked my hands.

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

I looked down just as her entirely dead body trembled and the first off dash of cum surged into the air.

"Oh !"her middle opened. `` Oh piece of tail ! '' Her finger dug into the blanket like she was holding on for dear lifespan. Every muscular tissue in her consistency deform at once.

I aimed her turncock 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 cloud nine, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another flow splattered across my open shirt. The liquid was warm and there was a redolence to the smell. And I was in heaven. I couldn't believe how much she came, but I was lost in the moment. I watched her face as she came, every sticky circle was accompanied by a moan and a look of excruciating pleasure. I wanted it. I wanted her to never break."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 straits back."piece of ass !"Another cloudburst of cum sprayed across my neck.

My cock ached to be touched and I saw a immense dark bit in the textile where it was pressed, but there was no fourth dimension to think about my own sexual climax. Helen was in the midsection of hers. My hands squeezed and tugged. Helen writhed. Cum covered my shirt and pants.

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

I leaned down and ran my clapper along the nape of her neck. I let go of her phallus and squeezed her titty together. I ran her nipples across my afford chest and the mussiness she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the number 1 meter, the shimmer. It was just for a second, maybe two, and it was faint, like faint enough that I wasn't sure it was actual. I mean, it could have just been a prank of the light and we were both so in high spirits on what was happening. But I am certain that was the commencement fourth dimension I noticed it, there was just a hint of blueing along her articulatio humeri, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but aristocratic and in some strange pattern. But it was so faint, I didn't think I saw it.

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

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

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

I did. No Sooner had she gotten her fingers around my dick and I was spraying my cristal into the waist of my khaki's. I couldn't help it. I don't know that I had ever been more turned on then I was in good order then. The entire experience had edged me for almost an hour. I was fuck drunk.

We kissed and fondled each other for another few bit before I got up, got ungarmented, and got a damp towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we sort of both decided that it was time to let the cat out of the bag.

"Are you still afraid ?"I started. We were lying on our side of meat face to grimace.

"No, for some reason I'm not."Helen's turncock had disappeared a few minutes 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 say me what you're thinking."She tilted her head."I'm serious."

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

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

I swallowed. This was it. This was the mo 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 properly Logos and I immediately regretted it.

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

"Worried ?"It was an honest question. I wasn't worried in the least that my married woman had a 12 in dick 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 crazy, right ?"I mean, I would like to know what's going on, but if that's the way ... I mean, if you are going to give a…"I didn't know what to name it. I hadn't thought about it - did she cogitate of it as something different ? What did she shout out it in her mind ?

"A rooster ?"

I liked the hardness of the Holy Scripture 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 dandy, right ?"I tried not to go nervous, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as thin as theme and that everything was going to break in the succeeding judgment of conviction or two.

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

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

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

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

"It's so strange,"she sighed,"it's like I don't recognise how to finger 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. office of me really wants it, but that persona is like a new part of me. Like a division 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 handwriting over hers."I think it does. The penis can't be the only variety, right ? There have to be some early physiologic changes. It ejaculates like a regular penis, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did think of a fair amount of money about my junk from scientific discipline class.

She scooted nearer and I felt her mammilla against my arm. It was hard and a little shiver went through me. I was so glad it was Fri. I had a feeling it was going to be a late night.

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

"rich person you found anything that makes any sense of this though ?"I could tell that part of her was still rummy about the scientific discipline of what was happening. Even if some part of her bear it, she still wanted an reply. She had always had a keen sensory faculty of curio, she liked to understand matter and how they worked.

"No,"I scooted back a bit on the bed and looked her over. She was so beautiful. Her recollective stage and everlasting thigh."You ?"

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

"Like the tarradiddle with magic and goddesses and poppycock ?"It was all either of us had found, a million websites devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent minute on them, flipping through the main galleries of hentai and futa, reading the level posted across the internet.

"What other explanation is there ?"

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

"I mean, we find new thing all the time, right ? And the eastern organized religion and mythology, there has to be some rigour to those fable, right ?"

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

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

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


***

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

I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was impossible not to, so lots had changed over just a few days. I mean, when the week started, biography had been normal - work, eat, and gaming as usual. We were just two professionals in their early on thirty-something. But now ?

We had blown off all of our friends off since the dangerous undertaking 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 daytime to figure out what was happening and what we were going to do. But as I laid there staring off into the shadow of our room, I wondered about our life, like what was going to interchange ?

It wasn't an easily motion to guess at. I mean, Helen was changing, not just her new addition either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the changes much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was research and orgasm, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I wasn't complaining that was for sure. ) She was changing physically. It was slight, but I think we both noticed it. When her phallus presented she form of changed. She grew a little taller, a little thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her fingers seemed a niggling longer. 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 More changes than just to her outside. That was one of the things Helen did talk about. She was careful when she described it. She liked to retrieve of it as a part of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared her. She liked to be a little dominant allele. She liked to be strong.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me fuck her. I would use up her from behind, grabbing her hip and thrusting. And she would get grating. She wanted me to take her wrists, to pull her backwards and eff her as surd as I could.

Her mammoth cock would take a hop and slap against her chest, oozing a steady stream of pre. But I could differentiate it wasn't enough. No matter what I did, how I fucked her, I could narrate 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 piddling to get more comfortable and Helen of Troy slipped her handwriting 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 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 form of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the office was amiss. I knew the mechanism 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 curve my back and milk her ten inch of rock intemperate dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the firstly time I had thought about her putz and my ass meeting. It wasn't my initiative thought when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the foremost few. First I wanted to have-to doe with it, then I wanted to savor it. But by Lord's Day morning, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a natural patterned advance.

I loved her cock. I loved the way it looked and felt, I loved the way she tasted, but I loved nix better than pleasing her. And, although the moment had passed that evening, I had a impression there would be early evenings.

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like, what it would find like to have her thrust into me. I had no idea. I had never played with my son of a bitch before, it had never crossed my mind. But now ? Now it seemed like the adjacent step, right ? A natural progression.

And then Helen rolled back over. Within a breath her physical structure had conformed to my chassis, except she reached down between our consistence. She shifted her hip joint and pulled back a few in.

I waited, unsure of what she was doing.

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

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

I pulled away and turned over to await at her. Her eye were closed. She was still asleep, her stopcock half-erect in her manus."Helen,"I whispered, not convinced.

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

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

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

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

But the look on her font 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 of Troy I was used to. This was the new Helen.

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

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

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

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

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

She grinned."Let's feel out,"she wrapped her farseeing finger's breadth around the base of her cock."book binding up."

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

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

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

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

The future good morning, Monday, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her actor's assistant drawers."upright morning,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the bender of her body.

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

"I had a crazy dream."I chuckled.

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

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

"Was I mean ?"She was grievous.

"What do you stand for ?"

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

"No, it's fine."I got up from the bed, my morn Mrs. Henry Wood springing up proudly."I think its part of whatever is happening to you."

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

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

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

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

***

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

I stood up. Everything seemed to work. null was sore, nil looked bruised. I rubbed my eyes. The last few days had been so unknown, maybe it was all in my imaging. I mean, there was zilch visibly wrong with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary-eyed and dog-tired. future to the coffee Creator were two coffee cups set out on the retort so I would comment them. One was empty and one had a promissory note in front of it.

I grabbed the little slip of paper and opened it. After last dark's fun, I thought you might love this with your breakfast.

I thought about the nighttime before, the way I had finally sucked her rooster past my gag reflex action. I had almost gotten my nose to the fluent skin of her belly. She was so deeply. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her encumbrance down my pharynx, across my side and her white meat.

I picked up the coffee cup. The liquid inside was opaque and there was the slightest change in density throughout. I smiled. It was her walking on air, she must have jacked off before she left. I was sorry I had missed it. I was addicted to the stuff.

I dipped my digit into the warm liquid state and slipped it into my back talk. The honey-textured sugariness coated my tongue. My tool immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another fingerbreadth 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 lip. How I had put one hand on the bottom of her rooster, sucking heavily, going up and down, using my tongue everywhere. How my other hand had slid three fingers into her dripping hole, forcing her further into my lip, making her nooky 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 dick until she calmed down.

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

The shoemaker's last week had been a intimate twister and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost out of the question to trust. cipher as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger's breadth in my wife's touchwood and thought back over it all, her penis appearing, the first cock sucking I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure she was going to know me - at some point in time.

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

Yes, I had been doing all kinds of indication and research during the day. Not only was I searching for exactly what had happened to Helen to depart all of this, but I was also interest in a number of homophile scene that our kinship would now include.

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

Helen hadn't mentioned an particular intention to fuck me. I'm not sure the persuasion had ever crossed her judgment before Sunday dark. I, on the early hired hand, had thought of small else. I mean, the morning after her peter made its first show, I had already considered the possibility.

I swirled my digit through her nectar again and imagined her stroking herself into the cup while I slept, standing in the kitchen gripping her XII inches. 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 recollective swallow, swirling the goo across my tongue before swallowing it down. God, it was so lovesome and odoriferous. Why wasn't my own cum sweet ? I put the glass down and took a deep intimation. It was just like it had been the night before. Helen of Troy's cum affected me like alcohol. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a footling light-headed, my face 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 board. Then I wandered off to the can. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like to have got Helen behind me. I stepped into the bathroom, closed the threshold, and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

That was the low time I saw it. The very first-class honours degree time I wondered, even if only for a moment, if thaumaturgy wasn't real. It was weird. For a split second, I thought I saw something incandescence along the mirror, right on the reflection, something low-cal blue. It was just for a second, a flash, and it was gone.

I couldn't William Tell if the unknown visible light was on them mirror on if had been on me. I looked myself over, but there was aught.

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

But then I variety of got caught up in the reflection, the Danton True Young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty safe, if I did say so myself. I flexed my arms and watched the muscles bulge. I changed the pose and noticed that I was lithe, like I was a cat, a tiger or a cheetah.

Now, don't get me incorrect. I worked out three meter a week, I was pretty well built. Helen of Troy always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was different. This was lean, leaner than I normally was. And the affair that made it especially foreign was that I felt the way I looked. I felt potent, skimpy, and lithe. I felt like a predatory animal.

After goofing off for a few Thomas More second in the mirror, I decided to hop in the exhibitioner. I had matter to do, important things to do before Helen got home and I felt a little guilty for the intemperance I had just spent ten minute on. I turned on the water system and closed the mantle.

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

I turned the shower temperature down a little. I flexed my asshole. It felt good, the way every muscular tissue down there responded in harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to finger what she was going to feel like. I was curious.
About an 60 minutes 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 fingers in my ass, further than I ever thought possible and aught had ever felt so good.


I got to the shop class by just around lunch. There was a wet smear at the top of my gasp, but my jersey 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 class before ? Or maybe it was just the fact that I had liked the way it felt in the rain 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 parry was in her belated twenties. She had long earrings that touched her berm which in turn made her read/write head look disproportionately close to her pectus. She had on an old t-shirt, a isthmus 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 seem as cursory as I thought you were supposed to. It was in fact lunch time on a weekday so there wasn't even anyone to watch me being an retard.

The miss behind the riposte kind of sighed the thirdly time that I glanced over at her. She tucked a loose strand of what appeared to be a single dreadlock behind her ear."Hey,"her tincture 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 feeling 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 male plug,"I said the word, alone. I just kind of threw it out there.

"First time ?"She raised her eyebrow but that was her sole manifestation 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 store to make sure no one stole anything.

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

She walked over to me and then stepped into the aisle adjacent to where I was."You want to start 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 widely.

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

I glanced back at the shelf.

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

"Yes,"I thought of Helen's twelve inches. It was ridiculous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to unfold me wide. I wanted to see the pleasance on her boldness when she came. Oh, my god, I was so excited to get hold out what that would sense like !

"Then this one, but the Nazarene, call for it slow, ok ?"There was genuine concern in the Lester Willis Young woman's voice.


When I got home it was after two. I went straight to the bathroom. No, I disappeared into the privy for twenty dollar bill transactions, stuck that get-go plug in my ass, jerked off two more times, and then got into some jean to garden.

It was the joy of working from home. Helen of Troy 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, Mon was gardening in the back 1000. I had a treillage of rose wine that needed a fair measure of attention and it was a utter day - cloudy, in the highschool sixties, and barely a breeze. And I had my outset butt plug in, which meant I was as severe as a sway.

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

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

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

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

It was the other affair that I kind of liked about the new Helen, she became dominant when her cock was around. She was unattackable, more demanding and aggressive. I loved it. The new English of her made me glad, a new aspect to us.

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

Within five minutes though, I was on my knees, her stopcock in my sass while I arched my dorsum and adjusted my hips to put my prat plug against my prostate.

It didn't take her long to cum. I had her just deep in my pharynx, as far as my jaws would set aside. Her work force were on the back of my head and her hips were working in and out. I moaned as my own tool spasmed and darkened a lot along near the waist of my jeans.
And then I felt it spraying down my throat. I swallowed and Helen groaned and pressed deeper. My jaw ached but I didn't care.

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

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

"shuffling common sense,"I finished off my plate and took a longsighted sip of wine.

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

I thought of the coffee cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How much could I ingest in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my eyes across her dead 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 table and kissed her.

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

It caught me off guard and I sat back down at the board."That's the girl's name that filed the claim matter ?"

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 headland."I think I need to get some sleep."She put her napkin on her collection plate and stood up.

I followed her up to the bedchamber. I'll be honest, I was a little disappointed. I mean, I had enjoyed the umber cup present and the opportunity to ease up 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 strip. She unbuttoned her top and threw it over by the closet. Then she unclipped her bra and tossed it in the same direction."Are you going to cuddle with me for a little while ?"

I looked down at her bosom.

Helen's tits were one of her scoop features before her new body, but now ? Now they were comparable skyrocket, missiles ready to plunge off and they were vast, a full handful more than a week before.

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

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

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

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

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

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

"Oh my god, are you serious ?"Her cock continued to farm. It was already foresightful than mine.

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

Helen reached out a deal 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 sure ?"

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

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

I tried to make relaxed. I took a breather and concentrated. And then she was pressing into me. Her cockhead was blanket and smooth and I could sense my anatomical sphincter environs it.

The detail are not important. needless to say, there were a few false starts, places where Helen had to stop, but she was so affected role. It took some study. I hadn't planned on the pain, but eventually, Helen of Troy had more than half of her distance in me. I felt replete. I was panting and trying to unwind.

And as Helen gave me metre to adapt, she intertwined her fingers with mine. She stretched my weaponry over my oral sex and covered me. Her dead body felt so good. Her tool so thrilling. It was the most informal 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 torso was still draped over me, covering me from nous to toe, and a thin shininess of swither scatter between us.

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

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

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

I could feel every nervure, every column inch and curve of her as she pushed and pulled. And then she did it. She pushed into me as deeply as she could. It may receive been my imagination, but I thought I could feel her cum gushing inside of me.

She reached around and squeezed my penis. That was all it took. She moaned as I clamped down around her and shot my onus onto the cover.

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