I heard the moaning the minute I opened the doorway and, I'll be honest, I was pretty sure Helen was upstairs having sex with someone that wasn't me. You know how your learning ability immediately jumps to the worst shell scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're thought process is almost statistically out of the question. But your brain doesn't fear. It always thinks the rack up thing first.

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

Now, some people might have become immediately tempestuous. They might have slammed the door and shake off their briefcase across the room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to toss off someone. about people would possess lost their shit immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the grip. Instead, I went the early way. I shut the front door as quietly as I could and pussyfoot up the stairs carefully trying to retrieve every spot that creaked.

And then I was in movement of the door. I heard the bed creak and then another diffused moan. I stepped closer. I heard a slurping speech sound. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my thinker was one of those fast-forward movie collage, my brain showed me a grand memories of my wife's blowjobs. God, she was commodity at giving head. Always had been.

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

I took a deep breathing spell and reached for the room access handgrip. Whatever was going on, I was about to find out. I opened the door and found Helen. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a trunk of flesh so enceinte, she actually had the glans in her mouth. Yes, it had grown turgid enough that she could suck it and was apparently enjoying the new discover whizz.

It had been two twenty-four hour period since her cock had somehow manifested. We had originally thought that we would go to the infirmary about it, but then, we had n't. Neither one of us had any idea why it had happened. It simply had. At 2:30 in the morning, she woke up with a hammer between her branch. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her overindulge clit that had somehow evolved to rout more ejaculate than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the last few daylight had been interesting. We had both done in insane amount of research, you know trying our best to figure out what had caused the foreign protrusion. And we had talked about it nonstop.

But I think the reason that we had n't told anyone else about what had happened is because we both liked it. We had n't said it out gaudy, 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 head shifted gears. My headache and fear about an affair were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the first thought that crossed my brain was ... Oh my God, that is so have sex sexy. And then I thought that I should probably tell her how I felt about her new accouterment. I mean, I had been very careful when her clitoris expanded. Every prison term she had gotten a boner over the yesteryear mates of days, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity.

But in realism, I could n't lay off thinking about her cock. Every clip I thought about it, my own dick would thicken.

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

She turned her read/write head and our eyes met. I saw awe, embarrassment, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen's optic before. I don't really acknowledge how to describe it, it was like strength or confidence, maybe it was arrogance, but whatever it was form of intimidating.

"George Lucas ? I…"she sputtered holding onto her cock with one paw while a copious amount of precum dribbled over her fingers."... it came back. I was at school."Her hand continued to slide up and down her length while she spoke."I don't know why. I don't know what happened."Her spokesperson was a hoarse whisper.

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

There was a traffic jam of word in my drumhead. Every nerve in my trunk was jangly. I wanted to enjoin her that ever since it had originally happened, I had been excited.

I do n't jazz why I was so instantly attached to the thing. I mean, I had never been excited about another man's putz before, but when she had one ? Oh, my god, it was all I had thought about. I can't tell you how many times I masturbated during those first few daylight. Every clock time I took a shucks, I masturbated. To be honest, I was a short disappoint when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My backtalk watered.

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

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my drumhead."It's ok, take heed it's going to be okay."I moved toward the bed. I was occupy she was going to panic. I tried to unbutton my shirt as fast as I could. This was my prospect, I could sense it. I did n't guide my eyes off it. It was mesmerizing watching her separatrix herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to work too.

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

Helen was sitting up against the headboard, her knee spread, her pussy had already left a wet spot on the blanket.

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

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

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

It felt the likes of time stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to nil. My nous froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed firmly and glanced at her dick again. All I wanted to do was touch it, envelop 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 peter toward me and a driblet of clear pre fell onto the bed.

I swallowed hard again. I could find a aplomb sweat along my forehead. What if she did n't like my solvent ? There were so many shipway this could go wrong. I was suddenly block and ashamed and panic-stricken of losing her."sweetie, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing hammer she was holding onto and my own ached to be touched,"I love you no matter what."I said.

"Even if I have a shaft ?"she looked down at the instrument in her hands, but I was sure I saw the ghost of a grin across her lips. She liked it too.

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

But the increased pressure of my hand, made her shiver slightly. I looked over her dead body again. My cock had already left a wet stain on my pants. I could n't consider this was happening.

Helen of Troy was the most beautiful girl I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying education and I was studying computer architecture. I met her at a sorority function, she was a Edgar Albert Guest of one of the baby. We has both been standing on the sidelines of the party when the quarterback for the squad took a flying spring 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 often in vernacular with another person or such a aplomb time hanging out with them. She was the in force thing that had ever happened to me.

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

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

I can not explain how amaze it felt to hold 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 soul such pleasance in my life.

Another watercourse of clear-cut 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 manus over her fountainhead and arched her back. `` Yesss ... '' she whined.

I watched the pre upsurge from her hole again. I wanted to taste 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 wind. I mean, what kind of pre did she have ? Was it like mine ? It looked like it.

With one hand stroking Helen of Troy's length, I wiped the finger across my natural language. The appreciation was sweet, almost like dear and it had a slippery texture, just for a second and then it was gone."More,"Helen reached over, took me by the wrist, and brought my other hand to her throbbing cock."Do n't stop,"she moaned as I ran the palm of my bridge player over her spongelike tip.

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

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

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

"fuck, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, disturbed eye."Don't stop."She moved her rosehip in beat with my hands."Oh, that feels so near !"She threw her head back and her cock jerked another stream of precum.

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

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

I looked down just as her completely body trembled and the first gear thunderbolt of cum surged into the air.

"Oh !"her optic opened. `` Oh shag ! '' Her digit dug into the cover like she was holding on for beloved aliveness. Every muscle in her consistence twist at once.

I aimed her tool at my face like it was a flaming hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to finger her hot, sticky bliss, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another current splattered across my open shirt. The liquidness was warm and there was a sweetness to the smell. And I was in heaven. I couldn't believe how lots she came, but I was lost in the here and now. I watched her face as she came, every glutinous rope was accompanied by a moan and a look of excruciating delight. I wanted it. I wanted her to never stop."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my hands through the goo and continued to milk her cock,"give it to me."

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

My prick ached to be touched and I saw a immense iniquity fleck in the fabric where it was pressed, but there was no clip to think about my own orgasm. Helen was in the midsection of hers. My hands 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 weeks. Our tongues moved back and forth into each other's sass. The soft pillows of her tit were pressed against my hand. And her putz was still throbbing and jerking.

I leaned down and ran my spit along the nape of her neck. I let go of her phallus and squeezed her breasts together. I ran her teat across my spread chest and the mess she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the first gear time, the shimmer. It was just for a indorsement, maybe two, and it was wispy, like faint enough that I wasn't sure it was real. I mean, it could have just been a conjuration of the Christ Within and we were both so luxuriously on what was happening. But I am sure that was the first time I noticed it, there was just a pinch of blueness along her shoulder, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but blue and in some strange figure. 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 caput down on her cock.

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

"Here,"Helen reached into my trouser and wrapped her script around my stopcock."It's your spell,"she bit my earlobe.

I did. No sooner had she gotten her fingers around my dick and I was spraying my ecstasy 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 right then. The intact experience had edged me for almost an 60 minutes. I was fuck drunk.

We kissed and fondled each early for another few hour before I got up, got undressed, and got a damp towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we kind of both decided that it was time to talk.

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

"No, for some reason I'm not."Helen of Troy's peter had disappeared a few bit after I had cum, it had simply slowly deflated and returned to a normal clit, little, and hooded in the tack of skin."Are you ? I mean, you have to narrate me what you're thinking."She tilted her foreland."I'm serious."

It was her teacher face and I almost laughed."Are you kidding me ? I mean, Helen,"I reached over and tucked a stray hair behind her ear."I sort of got excited the first time it happened."I felt myself blush. Why was it so blockade, 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 breath and braced myself.

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

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

"Worried ?"It was an reliable question. I wasn't worried in the least that my wife had a twelve in dick that was a solid three or four column inch in diameter. I wasn't worried at all. I don't know exactly why I wasn't but the fact was - I was excited about it. But how do you say that without sounding weirdo, right ?"I mean, I would wish to know what's going on, but if that's the way ... I mean, if you are going to have a…"I didn't know what to promise it. I hadn't thought about it - did she imagine of it as something different ? What did she call it in her brain ?

"A cock ?"

I liked the hardness of the tidings when she said it. My own began to flesh out. 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 fathom 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 time or two.

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

"Are you saying you like it ?"Her vocalism was monotone and I couldn't tell 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 severalise her ?

"Yes,"I looked down between us. Her boob were half-covered by the blanket, the segmentation between them was glowering and inviting. I thought of the way her member could lay between them, how she could titty make out 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 unknown,"she sighed,"it's like I don't make love how to feel about it, like there's a part of me that likes it."She looked down at mine and smiled."I kind of always wondered what it would be like, and I only seem to have it when it's really, really,"she paused and grinned,"pleasurable ? 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. share of me really wants it, but that part 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 ignore it. I give it what it wants ?"She looked at me and shrugged."Does any of that make any sentience to you ?"

I laid my hand over hers."I think it does. The penis can't be the only change, right ? There have to be some early physiological modification. It ejaculates like a even member, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did remember a fair amount about my debris from science class.

She scooted nigh and I felt her mamilla against my arm. It was hard and a slight shiver went through me. I was so beaming it was Fri. I had a spirit it was going to be a late night.

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

"Have you found anything that makes any horse sense of this though ?"I could tell that part of her was still queer about the skill of what was happening. Even if some character of her accepted it, she still wanted an answer. She had always had a knifelike sense of curiosity, she liked to understand things and how they worked.

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

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

"Like the report 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 time of day on them, flipping through the main gallery of hentai and futa, reading the stories posted across the cyberspace.

"What early explanation is there ?"

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

"I mean, we find new things all the metre, right ? And the Eastern religion and mythology, there has to be some validness to those legends, right ?"

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

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

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


***

I think it was Sun sunrise, early. I woke up and felt Helen of Troy's rooster against the belittled 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 breathing time at the backbone of my cervix.

I laid there and quietly thought about the workweek. It was impossible not to, so much had changed over just a few day. I mean, when the week started, life had been pattern - oeuvre, eat, and free rein as usual. We were just two professional person in their early thirties. But now ?

We had blown off all of our Friend off since the adventure started. We told them that one of us wasn't feeling well or that we had plans already. It was early, simple lies that gave us a few days to enter out what was happening and what we were going to do. But as I laid there staring off into the swarthiness of our room, I wondered about our life, like what was going to transfer ?

It wasn't an promiscuous question 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 change much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was research and orgasm, which wasn't necessarily a bad affair. I wasn't complaining that was for for sure. ) She was changing physically. It was slender, but I think we both noticed it. When her phallus presented she form of changed. She grew a little taller, a petty thicker. Her tit grew a bit and she form of stretched-out, like her fingers seemed a little longer. It happened slowly, like you didn't really notice it until it was over.

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

But there were Thomas More changes than just to her exterior. That was one of the thing Helen did talk about. She was careful when she described it. She liked to call up of it as a part of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared her. She liked to be a slight dominant. She liked to be stiff.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me fuck her. I would rent her from behind, grabbing her hips and thrusting. And she would get rough. She wanted me to deal her wrists, to pull her backwards and fuck her as hard as I could.

Her mammoth stopcock would ricochet and slap against her chest, oozing a truelove flow of pre. But I could narrate it wasn't enough. No matter what I did, how I fucked her, I could tell it was less than she wanted.

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

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

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

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

And then she shifted her body, pulled herself closer to me, and dropped her hips so that her cock 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 place was wrong. I knew the mechanism of such a affair would be dreadful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the portion where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my back and Milk River her ten inch of rock hard dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the first time I had thought about her cock and my ass confluence. It wasn't my first mentation when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the first few. beginning I wanted to refer it, then I wanted to sample it. But by Billy Sunday good morning, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a raw progression.

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

I closed my oculus and wondered what it would be like, what it would find like to ingest her push into me. I had no musical theme. I had never played with my dickhead before, it had never crossed my mind. But now ? Now it seemed like the next step, right ? A natural progress.

And then Helen of Troy rolled back over. Within a breather her soundbox had conformed to my shape, except she reached down between our body. She shifted her coxa and pulled back a few inches.

I waited, unsure of what she was doing.

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

I wasn't ready for the 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 centre were closed. She was still departed, her cock half-erect in her script."Helen,"I whispered, not convinced.

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

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

Helen of Troy's eyes went wide with surprise."What ?"She looked down to where she was holding her erecting."Oh, my God, what happened ?"She let go of her dick and sat up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The next sunrise, Monday, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her toilet table drawers."Good aurora,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the curvature 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 someone else in the room that might hear us."Was I in it ?"

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

"Was I mean ?"She was serious.

"What do you stand for ?"

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

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

"I know but I can't control it,"all the playfulness was gone from her interpreter and her cheek was dangerous."Sometimes I feel like I'm a dissimilar person."

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

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

I wrapped an arm around her shank and pulled her finis. She leaned her point against my shoulder."Everything is going to be ok,"I kissed her caput.

***

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 pitch, but it didn't. I wasn't nauseated, I just felt lighter, like I was either dramatically stronger, which didn't looking to be the case, or I had lost a few pounds.

I stood up. Everything seemed to work. Nothing was sore, nothing looked bruised. I rubbed my heart. The last few 24-hour interval had been so strange, maybe it was all in my imaging. I mean, there was naught visibly incorrectly with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary-eyed and exhausted. future to the chocolate maker were two coffee cups set out on the counter so I would notice them. One was discharge and one had a bill in front of it.

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

I thought about the night before, the way I had finally sucked her cock past my gag reflex action. I had almost gotten my nozzle to the smoothen skin of her venter. She was so deep. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her incumbrance down my throat, across my face and her breast.

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

I dipped my fingerbreadth into the warm liquid and slipped it into my rima oris. The honey-textured sweetness coated my glossa. My prick immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another finger's breadth and brought it to my lips.

An involuntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my eyes remembering how her cock felt in my mouth. How I had put one mitt on the bottom of her cock, sucking toilsome, going up and down, using my glossa everywhere. How my early hired hand had slither three fingers into her sopping hole, forcing her further into my mouthpiece, making her piece of ass my expression harder and faster. How I had brought her to the knife's boundary and then backed way off - just flipping my lingua through the pre at the tip of his cock until she calmed down.

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

The last week had been a sexual twister and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost impossible to believe. Nothing as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another fingerbreadth in my married woman's nerve and thought back over it all, her penis appearing, the starting time blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure she was going to fuck me - at some point.

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

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

For example, I had been learning how to prepare my ass for Helen's attention. Of line, I hadn't mentioned any of my research to her. I kept that part a private and came up with all form of justifications for doing so.

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific intent to bonk me. I'm not sure the thought had ever crossed her brain before William Ashley Sunday night. I, on the other hand, had thought of little else. I mean, the morning after her cock made its first appearance, I had already considered the possibility.

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

My manus worked up and down my own length and I lifted the cup to my lips. It smelled like honey. I took a retentive deglutition, swirling the goo across my knife before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and mellisonant. Why wasn't my own cum sweet ? I put the glass down and took a deep breathing time. 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 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 table. Then I wandered off to the john. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would sense like to have Helen of Troy behind me. I stepped into the john, closed the door, and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

That was the first time I saw it. The very first time I wondered, even if only for a import, if sorcerous wasn't real. It was eldritch. For a rive second, I thought I saw something luminescence along the mirror, right on the reflection, something luminance blue. It was just for a second base, a flash bulb, and it was gone.

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

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

But then I sort of got caught up in the observation, the young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty proficient, 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 improper. I worked out three times a week, I was pretty well built. Helen always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was different. This was lean, skimpy than I normally was. And the thing that made it especially strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt inviolable, lean, and lithe. I felt like a predator.

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

The hot water felt secure. I turned around and let it run down my neck and back. I closed my eyes and thought about the night before, the way her cock felt in between my ass cheeks. It had only been a ambition but my head was still running with it. My eagre 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 slight. I flexed my asshole. It felt practiced, the way every muscular tissue down there responded in harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to experience what she was going to feel like. I was curious.
About an hour later, my skin wrinkled from the weewee, I picked myself up off the shower floor. I had cum twice. By the end I had three finger's breadth in my ass, farther than I ever thought possible and nothing had ever felt so good.


I got to the shop class by just around dejeuner. There was a wet pip at the top of my knickers, but my t-shirt 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 ? Was it the fact that I had never, in fact, been to a sex shop before ? Or maybe it was just the fact that I had liked the way it felt in the shower. I had liked it a lot. And anything that would help me get Helen inside me - I was all in.

The girl behind the counter was in her late twenties. She had long earrings that touched her articulatio humeri which in turn made her head word feel 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 t-shirt but because I didn't make love how to talk about intimate things with a alien.

I walked around the office trying to look as occasional as I thought you were supposed to. It was in fact lunch fourth dimension on a weekday so there wasn't even anyone to watch me being an idiot.

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

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty for certain the feeling I was having was fly ! And for a dissever indorse, 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.

"cigaret plug,"I said the word, alone. I just sort of threw it out there.

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

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

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

The affair was small and exactly like the ones I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a finger and a one-half wide.

The untested ma'am with the dark haircloth and a single dreadlock made a sound I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped plug but larger. It was closer to three, thin fingers.

I glanced back at the shelf.

"Are you serious ?"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 preposterous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to spread me wide. I wanted to see the pleasure on her face when she came. Oh, my god, I was so excited to find out what that would feel like !

"Then this one, but Jesus, take it decelerate, ok ?"There was genuine concern in the young char's phonation.


When I got habitation it was after two. I went straight to the bathroom. No, I disappeared into the john for twenty dollar bill minutes, stuck that kickoff fire hydrant in my ass, jerked off two more times, and then got into some dungaree to garden.

It was the joy of working from home. Helen wandered off for a regimental day, but I could do pretty much whatever I wanted. It wasn't a bad gig, and two days before Helen presented. I had just closed out a terminal requital on a multi-building government agency park.

So, Monday was gardening in the back yard. I had a trellis of rose wine that needed a fair amount of attention and it was a perfect day - cloudy, in the heights sixties, and barely a breeze. And I had my first stooge plug in, which meant I was as hard as a rock music.

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

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

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

I tried to guess when it would 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 variety of talked about it. Would it come about after dinner ?

It was the other thing that I kind of liked about the new Helen, she became dominant when her tool was around. She was stronger, more demanding and aggressive. I loved it. The new English of her made me felicitous, a new expression to us.

When she came nursing home she was already turned on. Her clit had not gone through its magnificent transmutation, but she was hot. I had a spirit she would be, especially if I was just in my blue jean when she got home. It was one of her favorite face on me.

Within five minutes though, I was on my knees, her cock in my mouth while I arched my back and adjusted my rose hip to put my butt fire hydrant against my prostate.

It didn't take her foresightful to cum. I had her just deep in my throat, as far as my jaws would provide. Her mitt were on the back of my capitulum and her rosehip were working in and out. I moaned as my own dick spasmed and darkened a set along near the shank of my jeans.
And then I felt it spraying down my pharynx. 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 quietly while we ate. She said that Robert had gotten in trouble with some girlfriend, Mika. Something like molestation. She didn't think it was going to be a huge deal, but she said it was concerning.

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

"shuffling horse sense,"I finished off my denture and took a long 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 practically could I take in in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my center across her trunk. 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 of Troy said."She's worry. I mean, I can't believe she went after a professor like that."

It caught me off sentry go and I sat back down at the table."That's the girl's figure that filed the claim affair ?"

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 read/write head."I think I need to get some sleep."She put her napkin on her denture and stood up.

I followed her up to the sleeping accommodation. I'll be honest, I was a slight defeated. I mean, I had enjoyed the coffee bean cup lay out and the opportunity to ease up her head the arcminute 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 uncase. She unbuttoned her top and threw it over by the W.C.. Then she unclipped her bra and tossed it in the same centering."Are you going to cuddle with me for a lilliputian while ?"

I looked down at her tits.

Helen's tit were one of her unspoiled feature before her new eubstance, but now ? Now they were same Eruca vesicaria sativa, missiles ready to launch off and they were huge, a good handful more than a week before.

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

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

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

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

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

"Butt plug,"the discussion 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 longer than mine.

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

Helen of Troy reached out a 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 thigh. I had never been so certain about anything in my life sentence. My tool was throbbing, jerking up and down at the thought of her fill me.

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

I tried to loosen up. I took a breathing space and concentrated. And then she was pressing into me. Her cockhead was wide and smooth and I could feel my anatomical sphincter environs it.

The particular are not important. needle to say, there were a few faux commencement, places where Helen had to terminate, but she was so affected role. It took some piece of work. I hadn't planned on the pain, but eventually, Helen of Troy had Thomas More than half of her duration in me. I felt wax. I was panting and trying to decompress.

And as Helen gave me time to adjust, she intertwined her finger's breadth with mine. She stretched my blazonry over my brain and covered me. Her eubstance felt so good. Her hammer so thrilling. It was the most internal 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 eubstance was still draped over me, covering me from head to toe, and a thin luster of sweat counterpane between us.

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

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

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

I could feel every vein, every inch and bend of her as she pushed and pulled. And then she did it. She pushed into me as deeply as she could. It may have been my imaginativeness, 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 blast my load onto the cover.

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Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed the tarradiddle. This story was lifted from the serial publication : Little teras on Amazon. If you would wish to see how all of this began and what happens succeeding, break it out - it is electric current on chapter 17 !