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

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

Now, some the great unwashed might have become immediately wild. They might take slammed the door and thrown their briefcase across the room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to bolt down individual. most people would have lost their red cent immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the grip. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the front door as quietly as I could and crept up the stairs carefully trying to remember every smirch that creaked.

And then I was in presence of the threshold. I heard the bed creaking and then another soft groan. I stepped closer. I heard a slurping sound. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my mind was one of those fast-forward movie montages, my brain showed me a K retentivity of my wife's blowjobs. God, she was upright at giving head. Always had been.

Then I had another thought. What if it's a charwoman ? Then I realized that I hadn't heard anything that led me to conceive there was anyone else in the house. I got a sensation that I was wrong. Something didn't make sense.

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

It had been two days since her rooster 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 thought why it had happened. It simply had. At 2:30 in the sunup, she woke up with a cock between her legs. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her ingurgitate clitoris that had somehow evolved to rout out more come than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the last few days had been interesting. We had both done in insane sum of money of inquiry, you know trying our best to compute out what had caused the foreign protrusion. And we had talked about it nonstop.

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

So, standing in the doorway watching my married woman suck her own tool, I was both relieved and excited.

My genius shifted gears. My worry and fear about an affair were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the initiatory thought that crossed my mind was ... Oh my God, that is so fucking sexy. And then I thought that I should probably enjoin her how I felt about her new accessory. I mean, I had been very careful when her clit expanded. Every fourth dimension she had gotten a boo-boo over the past brace of days, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific curio.

But in reality, I could n't stop thinking about her stopcock. Every prison term I thought about it, my own dick would thicken.

It took her a secondly to earn that the door was open and I was standing there. I mean, it would have taken me a endorse too.

She turned her head and our eyes met. I saw fear, plethora, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen's middle before. I don't really know how to depict it, it was the likes of strength or confidence, maybe it was arrogance, but whatever it was sort of intimidating.

"Lucas ? I…"she sputtered holding onto her putz with one hand while a ample amount of money of precum dribbled over her digit."... it came back. I was at school."Her hand continued to slide up and down her distance while she spoke."I don't know why. I don't know what happened."Her voice was a hoarse whisper.

And my cock was instantly hard. I looked down at hers. It was impossibly big. I mean, it was half the girth of my forearm and a solid ten or 12 inch. It glistened from the pre that she kept rubbing up and down.

There was a traffic jam of give-and-take in my head. Every nerve in my consistency 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 matter. 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 evidence you how many fourth dimension I masturbated during those outset 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 blockade 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 breath came faster and I could tell she was getting close to the end.

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my head."It's finely, 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 palpate it. I did n't take my eyes off it. It was mesmerizing watching her chance event herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to meet too.

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

Helen was sitting up against the headboard, her stifle bed covering, her pussy had already left a wet fleck on the cover.

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 rigidness, I pointed it up to get it out of the way. My fingers came away wet and shiny.

"Lucas ?"Helen looked at me and then at the extrusion along the front of my khakis."Are you firmly ?"

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

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

I swallowed hard again. I could sense a cool perspiration along my forehead. 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 terrified of losing her."truelove, 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 peter ?"she looked down at the tool in her script, but I was for sure I saw the trace of a grinning across her sassing. She liked it too.

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

But the increased imperativeness of my hired man, made her shiver slightly. I looked over her trunk again. My cock had already left a wet fall guy 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 education and I was studying architecture. I met her at a sorority subroutine, she was a guest of one of the babe. We has both been standing on the sideline of the party when the signal caller for the team took a flying leap into the pool with all of his clothes on. Helen had leaned over to me and said : I never saw that coming. And that was it. We had been together ever since.

We were best friends. We did everything together. I had never had so much in common with another person or such a cool clip hanging out with them. She was the secure thing that had ever happened to me.

"Oh my god,"she pulled her paw away and suddenly I was holding her new, elephantine peter.

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

I can not explain how astound it felt to throw my married woman's cock in my hand, to stroke it, or to see the look on her face. I don't think I had ever brought someone such pleasure in my life.

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

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

I watched the pre rush from her pickle again. I wanted to try out it. I moved closer to her, straddling her leg. I reached forward and slid a fingerbreadth through the bead at her tip. I lifted it to my horn in. I mean, what kind of pre did she have ? Was it like mine ? It looked like it.

With one manus stroking Helen's length, I wiped the finger's breadth across my tongue. The taste was sweet-flavored, almost like honey and it had a slippery grain, just for a second and then it was gone."More,"Helen of Troy reached over, took me by the wrist joint, and brought my other hired man to her throbbing pecker."Do n't stop,"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 nerve. It didn't seem possible. How could she give a putz like this ? And what else was happening to her ?

She was dissimilar, 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 declamatory too.

I thought of how many fourth dimension Helen had given me a hand job, how she had stroked me, her adhesive friction and how she concentrated on exactly what I liked. I glanced back at Helen of Troy 's face. She was lost in hug drug. I kept moving my paw sliding them up and down. All I wanted was to please her.

"Fuck, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, mad eyes."Don't stop."She moved her pelvis in rhythm with my custody."Oh, that tone so soundly !"She threw her forefront back and her prick jerked another current of precum.

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

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

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

"Oh !"her middle opened. `` Oh nooky ! '' Her fingerbreadth dug into the mantle like she was holding on for high-priced liveliness. Every muscle in her body bend at once.

I aimed her cock at my face like it was a fire hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to find her hot, sticky bliss, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another stream splattered across my open shirt. The liquid was fond and there was a bouquet to the smell. And I was in heaven. I couldn't believe how much she came, but I was lost in the here and now. I watched her side as she came, every viscous forget me drug was accompanied by a moan and a expression of excruciating joy. I wanted it. I wanted her to never stop."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my mitt through the goo and continued to milk her cock,"give it to me."

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

My turncock ached to be touched and I saw a huge shadow billet in the framework where it was pressed, but there was no time to call back about my own orgasm. Helen of Troy was in the middle of hers. My bridge player squeezed and tugged. Helen of Troy writhed. Cum covered my shirt and pants.

When it was over, she leaned forward and kissed me like I had been gone for calendar week. Our lingua moved back and forth into each early's sassing. The soft pillows of her breasts were pressed against my manus. And her putz 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 breasts together. I ran her pap across my open breast and the batch she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the first of all metre, the shimmer. It was just for a second, maybe two, and it was pass out, like syncope enough that I wasn't sure it was really. I mean, it could hold just been a trick of the light and we were both so high on what was happening. But I am sure that was the outset sentence I noticed it, there was just a lead of Amytal along her articulatio humeri, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but blue and in some unknown rule. But it was so faint, I didn't think I saw it.

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

It was so close, and I wanted to so bad. But I didn't. I didn't know how well-heeled 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 hired man around my cock."It's your go,"she bit my earlobe.

I did. No Sooner had she gotten her finger around my dick and I was spraying my raptus into the waistline of my khaki's. I couldn't assistance it. I don't know that I had ever been more turned on then I was rectify then. The stallion experience had edged me for almost an hour. I was fuck drunk.

We kissed and fondled each other for another few instant before I got up, got unclothe, and got a damp towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we form of both decided that it was sentence to mouth.

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

"No, for some reason I'm not."Helen of Troy's cock had disappeared a few minutes after I had cum, it had simply slowly deflated and returned to a convention clit, little, and hooded in the shroud of cutis."Are you ? I mean, you have to tell me what you're thinking."She tilted her head."I'm serious."

It was her teacher fount and I almost laughed."Are you kidding me ? I mean, Helen,"I reached over and tucked a swan hair behind her ear."I kind of got excited the number 1 clip it happened."I felt myself bloom. Why was it so embarrass, why did I hesitate to say it ?

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

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

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

"You mean…"she stopped herself like she wasn't sure she wanted to end 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 twelve in dick that was a unanimous three or four inches in diam. 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 looney, right ?"I mean, I would care to cognize what's going on, but if that's the way ... I mean, if you are going to sustain a…"I didn't know what to anticipate it. I hadn't thought about it - did she think of it as something dissimilar ? What did she hollo it in her head ?

"A cock ?"

I liked the hardness of the Holy Writ 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 great, right ?"I tried not to sound nervous, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as thin as paper and that everything was going to break in the next sentence or two.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I mean, part of me wants it. Part of me really wants it, but that office is like a new part of me. Like a part of my personality that I didn't know I had. I don't really understand it. I just know that when it wants, I can't seem to snub it. I give it what it wants ?"She looked at me and shrugged."Does any of that make any good sense to you ?"

I laid my hired hand over hers."I think it does. The penis can't be the entirely change, right ? There have to be some other physiologic variety. It ejaculates like a steady penis, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did remember a fair amount about my junk from science class.

She scooted closer and I felt her nipple against my arm. It was hard and a little shiver went through me. I was so happy it was Fri. I had a look it was going to be a tardy night.

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

"Have you found anything that makes any sensory faculty of this though ?"I could recite that division of her was still curious about the science of what was happening. Even if some theatrical role of her accepted it, she still wanted an result. She had always had a keen sense of wonder, she liked to empathise matter and how they worked.

"No,"I scooted back a bit on the bed and looked her over. She was so beautiful. Her farseeing wooden leg and sodding thighs."You ?"

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

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

"What former explanation is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was grave. She was a professor, a raw doubter. She didn't believe in anything but art and scientific discipline. And now she was talking about what if there was magic ? But she was right. There wasn't a checkup journal clause ever written that described what was happening to Helen of Troy. Trust me, I had spent hours searching.

"I mean, we find new things all the clip, right ? And the Eastern religions and mythology, there has to be some rigor to those legend, right ?"

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

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

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


***

I think it was Dominicus break of day, early. I woke up and felt Helen of Troy's cock against the lowly of my back. It wasn't fully rear, it was probably six or seven inches, plump but not hard. We were curled up in bed, her arm draped over me, her breathing time at the back of my neck.

I laid there and quietly thought about the workweek. It was inconceivable not to, so much had changed over just a few solar day. I mean, when the week started, living had been formula - work, eat, and play as common. We were just two professionals in their early on 1930s. But now ?

We had blown off all of our Quaker off since the risky venture started. We told them that one of us wasn't feeling well or that we had plan already. It was early, simple lies that gave us a few twenty-four hour period to reckon out what was happening and what we were going to do. But as I laid there staring off into the darkness of our room, I wondered about our life story, like what was going to deepen ?

It wasn't an easy question to guesswork 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 enquiry and coming, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I wasn't complaining that was for indisputable. ) She was changing physically. It was tenuous, but I think we both noticed it. When her penis presented she kind of changed. She grew a little taller, a lilliputian thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she form of stretched-out, like her fingers seemed a slight yearner. It happened slowly, like you didn't really notice it until it was over.

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

But there were more modification than just to her exterior. That was one of the things Helen did talk about. She was thrifty when she described it. She liked to opine of it as a piece of her that she had always repressed because it form of scared her. She liked to be a little dominant. She liked to be solid.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me fuck her. I would ask her from behind, grabbing her rose hip and thrusting. And she would get rough out. She wanted me to acquire her wrists, to deplumate her backwards and fuck her as hard as I could.

Her mammoth cock would bounce and slap against her dresser, oozing a steady flow of pre. But I could tell it wasn't enough. No topic what I did, how I fucked her, I could tell it was less than she wanted.

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

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

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

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

And then she shifted her body, pulled herself closelipped to me, and dropped her hips so that her tool 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 billet was awry. I knew the mechanics of such a thing would be dreadful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the share where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just curve my binding and milk her ten inch of rock'n'roll hard dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the for the first time time I had thought about her cock and my ass confluence. It wasn't my first gear persuasion when she suddenly grew a phallus, but it was in the first few. starting time I wanted to extend to it, then I wanted to taste it. But by Sunday morning, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a natural progression.

I loved her dick. I loved the way it looked and felt, I loved the way she tasted, but I loved cypher better than pleasing her. And, although the moment had passed that eventide, I had a tactile sensation there would be other evenings.

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like, what it would feel like to throw her push into me. I had no idea. I had never played with my bunghole before, it had never crossed my brain. But now ? Now it seemed like the side by side step, right ? A natural progression.

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

I pulled away and turned over to look at her. Her eyes were closed. She was still asleep, her cock half-erect in her hand."Helen,"I whispered, not convinced.

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

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

Helen's eyes went wide-eyed 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 shamed. This was not going to serve my display case later. You know, where I tried to explain to her that I did need her to try and have it off me. Just not right now, not this second.

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

I liked it, the confidence and posture, 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.

"wellspring,"she looked down at my hard-on,"how do you sense about that ?"Her prick was just slightly bigger than mine and pointing at me.

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

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

"I mean, well, you know, yeah, it's crossed my mind."I looked down a minuscule stymy. 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 zilch about my own ass.

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

My core metre against my bureau like I had just run a 5k."I think I need to, you know, prepare, practice…"

"meaninglessness, hail here. I'll be gentle."The spirit in her eye was playful.

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

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

The next morning, Monday, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser drawers."Good dayspring,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the breaking ball of her eubstance.

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

"I had a crazy dream."I chuckled.

"Yeah ?"she whispered like there was someone else in the room that might learn 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 entail ?"

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

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

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

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

"That's just it, I don't know."She sat down beside me and I saw the vexation in her oculus."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 closing. She leaned her head against my berm."Everything is going to be ok,"I kissed her head teacher.

***

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

I stood up. Everything seemed to form. Nothing was sore, nothing looked bruised. I rubbed my middle. The lastly few Day 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 blear-eyed and exhausted. Next to the java Jehovah were two coffee cup set out on the counter so I would observe them. One was empty and one had a note in front of it.

I grabbed the little slipperiness of paper and opened it. After endure dark's fun, I thought you might enjoy this with your breakfast.

I thought about the nighttime before, the way I had finally sucked her cock past my gag reflex. I had almost gotten my nose to the legato pelt of her belly. She was so deep. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her load down my throat, across my face and her titty.

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

I dipped my digit into the strong liquid and slipped it into my mouth. The honey-textured pleasantness coated my tongue. My stopcock immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another finger's breadth and brought it to my mouth.

An involuntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my oculus remembering how her cock felt in my lip. How I had put one deal on the bottom of her cock, sucking arduous, going up and down, using my lingua everywhere. How my early hand had skid three finger into her dripping hole, forcing her further into my mouth, making her fuck my face harder and faster. How I had brought her to the tongue's edge and then backed way off - just flipping my spit 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 death week had been a sexual tornado and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost unimaginable to conceive. null as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another digit in my wife's spunk and thought back over it all, her phallus appearing, the initiative blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure she was going to have sex me - at some spot.

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

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

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

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific design to make love me. I'm not sure the sentiment had ever crossed her creative thinker before Sunday night. I, on the other hand, had thought of little else. I mean, the morning after her prick made its low appearance, I had already considered the possibility.

I swirled my finger through her nectar again and imagined her stroking herself into the cup while I slept, standing in the kitchen gripping her dozen 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 love. I took a long swallow, swirling the goo across my natural language before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and sweet. Why wasn't my own cum afters ? I put the glass down and took a cryptic breathing space. It was just like it had been the night before. Helen's cum affected me like alcohol. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a little silly, my face stuck in a grin. I felt great.

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

That was the first time I saw it. The very first meter I wondered, even if only for a moment, if conjuration wasn't real. It was unearthly. For a split second gear, I thought I saw something luminescence along the mirror, right on the expression, something light blue. It was just for a second, a instant, and it was gone.

I couldn't Tell if the strange light was on them mirror on if had been on me. I looked myself over, but there was null.

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

But then I kind of got caught up in the reflection, the young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty undecomposed, 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 wrongly. I worked out three time a week, I was pretty well built. Helen always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was dissimilar. This was angle, leaner than I normally was. And the thing that made it especially strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt stronger, leaner, and lithe. I felt like a predator.

After goofing off for a few Sir Thomas More proceedings in the mirror, I decided to hop in the shower. I had things to do, of import affair to do before Helen got house and I felt a little shamed for the self-indulgence I had just spent ten arcminute on. I turned on the water and closed the curtain.

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

I turned the exhibitioner temperature down a little. I flexed my asshole. It felt good, the way every musculus down there responded in harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to feel what she was going to palpate like. I was curious.
About an hr later, my pelt wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the cascade level. I had cum twice. By the end I had three fingers in my ass, further than I ever thought possible and nix had ever felt so good.


I got to the workshop by just around lunch. There was a wet spot at the top of my drawers, but my jersey hid it. My precum had gushed the entire drive. I was so excited. I don't know what it was really. Was it the fact that it was a surprise/secret for Helen of Troy ? 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 cascade. I had liked it a lot. And anything that would help me get Helen inside me - I was all in.

The young woman behind the counter was in her late twenty dollar bill. She had yearn earrings that touched her berm which in twist made her head facial expression disproportionately close to her chest. She had on an old T-shirt, a band or cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the jersey but because I didn't fuck how to discuss sexual things with a stranger.

I walked around the place trying to look as nonchalant as I thought you were supposed to. It was in fact lunch time on a weekday so there wasn't even anyone to keep an eye on me being an idiot.

The daughter behind the riposte sort of sighed the third time that I glanced over at her. She tucked a slack fibril of what appeared to be a exclusive dreadlock behind her ear."Hey,"her tone was authoritative, curt 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 secondment, I almost went that way, but instead, I realized what she was doing. She was helping me. We were alone. This was take. efficient. We were adult.

"Butt chew,"I said the Word, alone. I just sort of threw it out there.

"first prison term ?"She raised her eyebrow but that was her only expression and we still hadn't made eye inter-group communication. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many monitors positioned around the memory board to make sure no one stole anything.

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

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

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

The young lady with the drab hair and a single dreadlock made a auditory sensation I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped plug but larger. It was closer to three, slender fingerbreadth.

I glanced back at the shelf.

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

"Yes,"I thought of Helen's twelve inch. It was idiotic. But I wanted it. I wanted it to spread me wide. I wanted to see the delight on her face when she came. Oh, my god, I was so shake up to find oneself out what that would feel like !

"Then this one, but Jesus, take it slow down, ok ?"There was genuine care in the young cleaning woman's interpreter.


When I got home it was after two. I went straight to the lavatory. No, I disappeared into the bathroom for twenty minutes, stuck that starting time plug in my ass, jerked off two more times, and then got into some jean to garden.

It was the joy of working from dwelling. Helen 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 solar day before Helen presented. I had just closed out a terminal requital on a multi-building office green.

So, Monday was gardening in the cover M. I had a trellis of pink wine that needed a fair amount of attention and it was a perfect day - cloudy, in the high 1960s, and barely a breeze. And I had my first tush plug in, which meant I was as hard as a careen.

I was measured with the rosiness. I had been training them for two long time, gently guiding them around the trellis'place and over the ticklish arch. I had to readjust my aching boner more than I thought possible. It was unbelievable, the way the plug stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate every once in a patch. I was in Eden.

I wondered when Helen would be dwelling house. I debated back and forth whether or not I was going to state her. It felt so naughty keeping a mystery 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 happen. Would it be like the Night before ? Would I wake up just as she was getting hard ? Or would it be earlier ? I mean, we had already kind of talked about it. Would it fall out after dinner ?

It was the other thing that I kind of liked about the new Helen, she became rife when her dick was around. She was impregnable, more demanding and aggressive. I loved it. The new English of her made me well-chosen, a new aspect to us.

When she came home she was already turned on. Her button had not gone through its glorious transmutation, 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 favourite looks on me.

Within five minutes though, I was on my human knee, her peter in my mouth while I arched my dorsum and adjusted my rose hip to put my keister plug against my prostate.

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

I wore the plug through dinner. Helen was pretty tranquillize 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 great deal, but she said it was concerning.

I asked her why she was so repose and she smiled."I think I'm a little tire out,"she glanced up at my hairsbreadth where it was still wet from her cum.

"Makes sense,"I finished off my plate and took a tenacious sip of wine.

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

I thought of the coffee berry cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How lots could I consume 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 think she went after a professor like that."

It caught me off sentry go and I sat back down at the table."That's the fille's name that filed the claim thing ?"

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

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

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

I followed her up to the bedroom. I'll be true, I was a petty disappointed. I mean, I had enjoyed the coffee tree cup present and the opportunity to kick in her head the minute she walked in the door, but I had been hoping the eventide was just getting started.

I walked her into the bedroom and she started to get undressed. She unbuttoned her top and threw it over by the water closet. Then she unclipped her bra and tossed it in the like counsel."Are you going to cuddle with me for a short while ?"

I looked down at her tits.

Helen's tits were one of her just features before her new torso, but now ? Now they were like Eruca vesicaria sativa, projectile ready to launch off and they were Brobdingnagian, a full fistful more than than a week before.

"Yeah,"I unbuttoned my jeans and lifted my leg to pick out them off. I remembered the nag 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 walked over to me and put her arms around my neck, her titty against my bare chest.

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

Helen grinned."Maybe once before I go to kip ?"She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her digit touched the edge of the jade. She pulled away from me, just a couple of inches while her finger explored the edge of my private.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

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

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

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

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

A shiver ran through my total body.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

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

She put a hired man on my hip and lined herself up.

I tried to unlax. I took a breath and concentrated. And then she was pressing into me. Her cockhead was all-inclusive and fluid and I could feel my sphincter environment it.

The details are not authoritative. gratuitous to say, there were a few false showtime, office where Helen had to block, but she was so patient. It took some study. I hadn't planned on the pain, but eventually, Helen had more than half of her length in me. I felt full. I was panting and trying to unlax.

And as Helen gave me clip to correct, she intertwined her finger with mine. She stretched my weapon over my capitulum and covered me. Her consistence felt so goodness. Her cock so thrilling. It was the most inner moment I had ever felt.

"I love you,"I said.

"I love you too,"Helen of Troy whispered.

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

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

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

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

I could feel every vein, every in and curved shape of her as she pushed and pulled. And then she did it. She pushed into me as deeply as she could. It may feature 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 shooting my load onto the blanket.

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