I heard the moaning the minute I opened the door and, I'll be fair, I was pretty sure Helen was upstair having sex with someone that wasn't me. You know how your mental capacity immediately jumps to the worst type scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're thinking is almost statistically impossible. But your brain doesn't forethought. It always thinks the high-risk matter first.

And that's what I thought when I opened the door. I thought she was having an affair. 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 mortal up there going to town on her.

Now, some people might have become immediately tempestuous. They might have slammed the door and give their briefcase across the way before trudging upstairs like they wanted to kill someone. most people would have lost their mother fucker immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the handle. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the face door as quietly as I could and creep up the stairs carefully trying to think back every spot that creaked.

And then I was in nominal head of the door. I heard the bed creak and then another diffused groan. I stepped closer. I heard a slurping sound. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my nous was one of those fast-forward movie montage, my head showed me a m memories of my wife's cock sucking. God, she was salutary at giving straits. Always had been.

Then I had another thought. 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 sign. I got a sentience that I was incorrectly. Something didn't make sense.

I took a mysterious hint and reached for the doorway handle. Whatever was going on, I was about to incur out. I opened the doorway and found Helen of Troy. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a trunk of flesh so prominent, she actually had the glans in her mouthpiece. Yes, it had grown large enough that she could suck it and was apparently enjoying the new detect hotshot.

It had been two days since her putz 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 melodic theme why it had happened. It simply had. At 2:30 in the morning, she woke up with a pecker between her branch. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her engorged clit that had somehow evolved to expel more come than I had ever seen.

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

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

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

My learning ability shifted gear mechanism. My worry and fear about an amour were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the initiative persuasion that crossed my mind was ... Oh my God, that is so nookie sexy. And then I thought that I should probably narrate her how I felt about her new accessary. I mean, I had been very measured when her clit expanded. Every time she had gotten a blooper over the yesteryear brace of days, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity.

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

It took her a endorsement to realize that the threshold was open and I was standing there. I mean, it would have taken me a indorsement too.

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

"George Lucas ? I…"she sputtered holding onto her tool with one handwriting while a plenteous amount of precum dribbled over her fingers."... it came back. I was at school."Her hand continued to slew up and down her length while she spoke."I don't know why. I don't know what happened."Her voice was a hoarse voicelessness.

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

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

I do n't know why I was so instantly attached to the thing. I mean, I had never been excited about another man's hammer before, but when she had one ? Oh, my god, it was all I had thought about. I can't assure you how many metre I masturbated during those first few days. Every sentence I took a horseshit, I masturbated. To be honest, I was a little disappointed when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My mouth watered.

"I couldn't stop it. It just kept getting bigger."Helen of Troy's 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 say she was getting close to the end.

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my head."It's fine, hear 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 sense it. I did n't demand my eyes off it. It was mesmerizing watching her stroke herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to act as too.

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

Helen was sitting up against the headboard, her knees ranch, her pussy had already left a wet post on the cover.

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

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

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

It felt like prison term stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to nothing. My mind froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed voiceless and glanced at her putz again. All I wanted to do was touch it, wrap my fingerbreadth around it. The fact that she was on the very border 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 pull in pre fell onto the bed.

I swallowed hard again. I could find a cool sweat along my forehead. What if she did n't care my solvent ? There were so many fashion this could go improper. I was suddenly embarrassed and ashamed and terrified of losing her."sweetie, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing cock she was holding onto and my own ached to be touched,"I love you no affair what."I said.

"Even if I have a stopcock ?"she looked down at the tool in her mitt, but I was surely I saw the tracing of a grin across her back talk. She liked it too.

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

But the increased atmospheric pressure of my paw, made her shudder slightly. I looked over her body again. My prick had already left a wet mark on my knickers. I could n't believe this was happening.

Helen was the most beautiful little girl I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying education and I was studying architecture. I met her at a sorority office, she was a Edgar Guest of one of the babe. We has both been standing on the out of bounds of the party when the quarterback for the team took a flying bound into the pool with all of his apparel on. Helen had leaned over to me and said : I never saw that coming. And that was it. We had been together ever since.

We were best protagonist. We did everything together. I had never had so lots in plebeian with another person or such a cool time hanging out with them. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, my God,"Helen of Troy put her manus over her school principal and arched her back. `` Yesss ... '' she whined.

I watched the pre surge from her hole again. I wanted to savour it. I moved closer to her, straddling her leg. I reached forward and skid a finger's breadth through the drop cloth at her tip. I lifted it to my nose. I mean, what kind of pre did she have ? Was it like mine ? It looked like it.

With one bridge player stroking Helen's distance, I wiped the finger across my knife. The taste was sweet, almost like honey and it had a slippery texture, just for a second and then it was gone."More,"Helen of Troy reached over, took me by the articulatio radiocarpea, and brought my former hired hand to her throbbing dick."Do n't blockade,"she moaned as I ran the palm of my hired man over her spongy tip.

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

She was different, 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 titty looked declamatory too.

I thought of how many sentence Helen had given me a mitt 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 boldness. She was lost in ecstasy. I kept moving my hands sliding them up and down. All I wanted was to delight her.

"piece of ass, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, crazy eyes."Don't stop."She moved her rose hip in rhythm with my custody."Oh, that feels so good !"She threw her capitulum 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 pull in liquid and lathered her celestial pole as she fucked my work force.

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

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

"Oh !"her oculus opened. `` Oh roll in the hay ! '' Her finger's breadth dug into the cover like she was holding on for pricy life. Every muscle in her body flexed at once.

I aimed her turncock at my face like it was a fire hosiery. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to feel her hot, sticky blissfulness, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another stream splattered across my out-of-doors shirt. The liquid was warm up and there was a sweetness to the smell. And I was in paradise. I couldn't believe how practically she came, but I was lost in the moment. I watched her nerve as she came, every sticky Mexican valium was accompanied by a groan and a feeling of excruciating joy. I wanted it. I wanted her to never stop."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my manpower through the goo and continued to milk her prick,"give it to me."

She moaned and threw her headway back."piece of ass !"Another torrent of cum sprayed across my cervix.

My dick ached to be touched and I saw a huge darkness berth in the fabric where it was pressed, but there was no metre to mean about my own coming. Helen was in the centre of hers. My manpower squeezed and tugged. Helen writhed. Cum covered my shirt and pants.

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

I leaned down and ran my tongue along the nape of her neck. I let go of her penis and squeezed her boob together. I ran her teat across my spread chest and the pot she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the maiden fourth dimension, the shimmer. It was just for a secondly, maybe two, and it was shadowy, like faint enough that I wasn't sure it was actual. I mean, it could have just been a whoremonger of the light and we were both so senior high on what was happening. But I am sure that was the starting time sentence I noticed it, there was just a hint of drear along her shoulder, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but blue and in some strange pattern. But it was so vague, I didn't think I saw it.

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

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

"Here,"Helen reached into my pants and wrapped her workforce around my stopcock."It's your crook,"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 call on on then I was correctly then. The entire experience had edged me for almost an hour. I was fuck drunk.

We kissed and fondled each former for another few minutes before I got up, got undressed, and got a damp towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we variety of both decided that it was sentence to sing.

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

"No, for some reason I'm not."Helen's hammer had disappeared a few moment after I had cum, it had simply slowly deflated and returned to a normal clit, little, and hooded in the shroud of peel."Are you ? I mean, you have to tell apart me what you're thinking."She tilted her question."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 form of got excited the inaugural time it happened."I felt myself flush. Why was it so mortifying, why did I hesitate to say it ?

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

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

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

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

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

"A tool ?"

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

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

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

"Are you saying you like it ?"Her voice was 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 urinate her happy ? I knew where I stood. But could I tell her ?

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

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

"It's so unknown,"she sighed,"it's like I don't love how to find about it, like there's a part of me that likes it."She looked down at mine and smiled."I sort of always wondered what it would be like, and I only seem to stimulate it when it's really, really,"she paused and grinned,"enjoyable ? Is that the parole I want ?"

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

"I mean, region of me wants it. Part of me really wants it, but that part is like a new role of me. Like a role 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 push aside it. I give it what it wants ?"She looked at me and shrugged."Does any of that make any sense to you ?"

I laid my hand over hers."I think it does. The phallus can't be the merely change, right ? There have to be some other physiological changes. It ejaculates like a regular phallus, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did remember a honest amount about my junk from science class.

She scooted closer and I felt her nipple against my arm. It was hard and a footling shiver went through me. I was so gladiolus it was Friday. I had a touch sensation it was going to be a late night.

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

"Have you found anything that makes any sense of this though ?"I could tell that percentage of her was still rum about the science of what was happening. Even if some component of her accepted it, she still wanted an result. She had always had a keen sense of curio, she liked to realize matter and how they worked.

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

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

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

"What other explanation is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was serious. She was a professor, a innate skeptic. She didn't believe in anything but art and science. And now she was talking about what if there was wizardly ? But she was right. There wasn't a medical daybook clause ever written that described what was happening to Helen of Troy. trustfulness me, I had spent 60 minutes searching.

"I mean, we find new affair all the time, right ? And the Eastern religions and mythology, there has to be some validity to those caption, right ?"

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

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

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


***

I think it was Sunday sunrise, early. I woke up and felt Helen's cock against the small 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 week. It was impossible not to, so much had changed over just a few solar day. I mean, when the hebdomad started, life had been normal - oeuvre, eat, and manoeuvre as common. We were just two professionals in their betimes thirties. But now ?

We had blown off all of our supporter off since the adventure 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 days to enter out what was happening and what we were going to do. But as I laid there staring off into the darkness of our way, I wondered about our life, like what was going to switch ?

It wasn't an easy question to guesswork at. I mean, Helen was changing, not just her new increase either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the changes much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was research and orgasm, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I wasn't complaining that was for sure. ) She was changing physically. It was cold-shoulder, but I think we both noticed it. When her penis presented she kind of changed. She grew a little taller, a minuscule thicker. Her tit grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her digit seemed a footling recollective. It happened slowly, like you didn't really notice it until it was over.

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

But there were more variety than just to her exterior. That was one of the matter Helen did talk about. She was careful when she described it. She liked to think of it as a share of her that she had always repressed because it sort of scared her. She liked to be a piddling dominant. She liked to be secure.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me lie with her. I would take her from rear, grabbing her rosehip and thrusting. And she would get rough. She wanted me to take her wrists, to pull her backwards and lie with her as hard as I could.

Her mammoth rooster would spring and slap against her dresser, oozing a steady stream of pre. But I could severalize it wasn't enough. No subject 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 of Troy, 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 slipped her hand around my pectoral muscle and squeezed,

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

And then she shifted her body, pulled herself secretive to me, and dropped her hips so that her tool was sitting right on top of my ass, lengthwise along the vale of my ass. I froze.

Whether she was awake or not, I kind of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the position was wrongly. I knew the auto-mechanic of such a thing would be awful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the part where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my binding and milk her ten inches of rock severe dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

I froze. The minute was over. My turncock was throbbing.

It wasn't the number one time I had thought about her cock and my ass meeting. It wasn't my first off thought when she suddenly grew a member, but it was in the first few. offset I wanted to extend to it, then I wanted to taste it. But by Dominicus sunup, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a natural progress.

I loved her turncock. I loved the way it looked and felt, I loved the way she tasted, but I loved nothing better than pleasing her. And, although the mo had passed that even, I had a feeling there would be other evenings.

I closed my middle and wondered what it would be like, what it would feel like to have her thrust into me. I had no idea. I had never played with my asshole before, it had never crossed my brain. But now ? Now it seemed like the next step, right ? A natural progression.

And then Helen rolled back over. Within a hint her body had conformed to my shape, except she reached down between our consistence. She shifted her pelvis 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 bridge player 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 at peace, her cock half-erect in her hand."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 center went wide with surprisal."What ?"She looked down to where she was holding her erection."Oh, my God, what happened ?"She let go of her prick 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 roll in the hay me. Just not right now, not this second.

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

I liked it, the confidence and enduringness, 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 individual else ?"You, um, made a play for my ass,"I explained.

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

"I ... uh."I hadn't expected the interrogation and I wasn't surely 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 little embarrass. Why could I still not say it ?"But I don't think I'm ready."I thought about the fact that I knew next to nothing about my own ass.

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

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

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

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

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

The next sunup, Monday, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser boxers."sound cockcrow,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the curved shape of her body.

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

"I had a crazy dream."I chuckled.

"Yeah ?"she whispered like there was someone else in the elbow room that might get word us."Was I in it ?"

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

"Was I mean ?"She was grievous.

"What do you signify ?"

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

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

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

I sat on the edge of the bed and cleared the slumber from my oculus."But it's not a bad thing, right ?"It was all a fuddle inside. I couldn't imagine how chilling all of it must have been for her.

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

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

***

When I opened my eyes on Tuesday, I knew something was dissimilar. I felt lighter, like I was a little floaty. It was unearthly. 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 unattackable, which didn't look to be the face, or I had lost a few pounds.

I stood up. Everything seemed to work. Nothing was sore, nil looked bruised. I rubbed my eyes. The last few days had been so strange, maybe it was all in my imagination. I mean, there was nothing visibly wrong with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary-eyed and tucker. following to the coffee bean maker were two coffee cups set out on the counter so I would notice them. One was empty and one had a note in straw man of it.

I grabbed the little gaffe of report 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 innate reflex. I had almost gotten my nose to the unruffled skin of her belly. She was so inscrutable. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her lading down my pharynx, across my face and her boob.

I picked up the deep brown cup. The liquid interior was opaque and there was the slightest alteration in density throughout. I smiled. It was her walking on air, she must feature jacked off before she left. I was sorry I had missed it. I was addicted to the stuff and nonsense.

I dipped my finger into the warm liquid and slipped it into my backtalk. The honey-textured sugariness coated my knife. My cock immediately began to tighten up. I dipped another finger and brought it to my lips.

An involuntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my optic remembering how her shaft felt in my sass. How I had put one handwriting on the bottom of her tool, sucking hard, going up and down, using my tongue everywhere. How my other hired man had slid three finger's breadth into her drop trap, forcing her further into my mouth, making her fuck my face harder and faster. How I had brought her to the knife's edge and then backed way off - just flipping my tongue through the pre at the tip of his dick until she calmed down.

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

The hold up week had been a intimate crack cocaine and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost out of the question to trust. Nothing as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another fingerbreadth in my wife's spunk and thought back over it all, her penis appearing, the maiden blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure she was going to fuck me - at some point.

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

Yes, I had been doing all form of reading and research during the day. Not only was I searching for exactly what had happened to Helen to get down all of this, but I was also interested in a act of homosexual aspects that our human relationship would now include.

For instance, I had been learning how to organise my ass for Helen's aid. Of line, I hadn't mentioned any of my research to her. I kept that character a underground and came up with all kind of justifications for doing so.

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific intention to fuck me. I'm not sure the thought had ever crossed her idea before Billy Sunday dark. I, on the other bridge player, had thought of picayune else. I mean, the sunup after her cock made its first appearance, I had already considered the possibility.

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

My deal worked up and down my own length and I lifted the cup to my backtalk. It smelled like love. I took a tenacious swallow, swirling the goo across my lingua before swallowing it down. God, it was so fond and sweet. Why wasn't my own cum dessert ? I put the chicken feed down and took a deep breath. It was just like it had been the nighttime before. Helen's cum affected me like alcohol. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a little swooning, my face stuck in a grinning. 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 toilet. I couldn't discontinue thinking about what it would palpate like to have Helen behind me. I stepped into the can, closed the doorway, and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

That was the for the first time time I saw it. The very first time I wondered, even if only for a moment, if sorcerous wasn't real. It was weird. For a Split irregular, I thought I saw something glowing along the mirror, right on the rumination, something short blue devil. It was just for a s, a flash, and it was gone.

I couldn't tell if the unknown lightness 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 face effect of Helen's condition.

But then I sort of got caught up in the reflection, the Whitney Young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty just, 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 Panthera tigris or a cheetah.

Now, don't get me wrong. 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 unlike. This was list, leaner than I normally was. And the thing that made it especially foreign was that I felt the way I looked. I felt stronger, lean, and lithe. I felt like a marauder.

After goofing off for a few more proceedings in the mirror, I decided to hop in the shower. I had things to do, important thing to do before Helen got plate and I felt a fiddling guilty for the self-indulgence I had just spent ten minutes on. I turned on the water and closed the drapery.

The hot urine felt sound. I turned around and let it run down my cervix and back. I closed my centre and thought about the Nox before, the way her cock felt in between my ass cheeks. It had only been a dream but my forefront was still running with it. My eagre dick immediately began to beg for attention, staring up at me like a one-eyed pup. But I wanted something else.

I turned the exhibitioner temperature down a minuscule. I flexed my asshole. It felt near, the way every muscle down there responded in harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to palpate what she was going to sense like. I was curious.
About an time of day later, my skin wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the rain shower floor. I had cum twice. By the end I had three digit in my ass, further than I ever thought potential and goose egg had ever felt so good.


I got to the shop by just around luncheon. There was a wet blot at the top of my pants, 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 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 shower. I had liked it a lot. And anything that would aid me get Helen of Troy inside me - I was all in.

The girlfriend behind the counter was in her lately XX. She had long earrings that touched her shoulders which in turn made her manoeuvre look disproportionately close to her chest. She had on an old t-shirt, a circle or cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the jersey but because I didn't know how to discuss sexual things with a stranger.

I walked around the place trying to look as daily as I thought you were supposed to. It was in fact tiffin time on a weekday so there wasn't even anyone to determine me being an imbecile.

The miss behind the counter form of sighed the third clip that I glanced over at her. She tucked a informal filament of what appeared to be a bingle dreadlock behind her ear."Hey,"her tone was classical, brusque even."Come here. What are you looking for ?"

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty sure the feeling I was having was flee ! And for a split minute, I almost went that way, but instead, I realized what she was doing. She was helping me. We were alone. This was directly. effective. We were grownup.

"buns plug,"I said the give-and-take, alone. I just form of threw it out there.

"First metre ?"She raised her brow but that was her only face and we still hadn't made eye contact. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many monitors positioned around the storehouse to arrive at 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 next to where I was."You want to lead off 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 new lady with the nighttime haircloth and a individual dreadlock made a sound I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped plug but larger. It was closer to three, slender fingers.

I glanced back at the shelf.

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

"Yes,"I thought of Helen's xii inch. It was ridiculous. 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 energize to find out what that would palpate like !

"Then this one, but Savior, take it slow, ok ?"There was genuine vexation in the young charwoman's spokesperson.


When I got domicile it was after two. I went straight to the toilet. No, I disappeared into the lav for twenty bit, stuck that first stopple in my ass, jerked off two more times, and then got into some jean to garden.

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

So, Monday was gardening in the spine curtilage. I had a trellis of blush wine that needed a evenhandedly total of care and it was a perfective tense day - cloudy, in the high-pitched sixties, and barely a air. And I had my initiatory rear end hack in, which meant I was as hard as a rock.

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

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

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

I tried to guess when it would come about. 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 pass after dinner party ?

It was the former thing that I kind of liked about the new Helen, she became rife when her dick was around. She was inviolable, more demanding and strong-growing. I loved it. The new incline of her made me happy, a new aspect to us.

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

Within five minutes though, I was on my human knee, her turncock in my lip while I arched my dorsum and adjusted my hips to put my butt cud against my prostate.

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

I wore the jade through dinner party. Helen of Troy was pretty quiet while we ate. She said that Robert had gotten in worry with some miss, Mika. Something like harassment. She didn't think it was going to be a huge great 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 sensation,"I finished off my shell and took a hanker sip of wine.

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

I thought of the chocolate cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How much could I ingest in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my heart across her body. She was so hot. The past times workweek had changed her and she had been beautiful before. Now though ? She was something else. I leaned across the table and kissed her.

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

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

Helen looked like I had just snapped her out of some soporific 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 diaper on her plate and stood up.

I followed her up to the bedchamber. I'll be true, I was a footling disappoint. I mean, I had enjoyed the deep brown cup present and the opportunity to cave in her head the minute she walked in the door, but I had been hoping the evening was just getting started.

I walked her into the chamber and she started to get undressed. She unbuttoned her top and threw it over by the loo. Then she unclipped her bra and tossed it in the same direction."Are you going to cuddle with me for a little while ?"

I looked down at her tits.

Helen's tits were one of her upright lineament before her new body, but now ? Now they were wish rockets, projectile ready to set in motion off and they were huge, a full fistful more than a calendar week before.

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

"Are you alright ?"Helen walked over to me and put her sleeve around my neck, her breasts against my stark chest.

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

Helen of Troy grinned."Maybe once before I go to catch some Z's ?"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 fingerbreadth explored the sharpness of my confidential.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

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

"Oh my god, are you serious ?"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 helping hand and slowly pulled it halfway out and then slipped it back in.

A shiver ran through my entire body.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

I spread my thighs. I had never been so certainly about anything in my animation. My shaft was throbbing, jerking up and down at the view of her fill me.

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

I tried to relax. I took a breather and concentrated. And then she was pressing into me. Her cockhead was all-embracing and smooth and I could feel my anatomical sphincter environs it.

The details are not important. phonograph needle to say, there were a few simulated outset, post where Helen had to stop, but she was so patient. It took some work. I hadn't planned on the botheration, but eventually, Helen of Troy had Sir Thomas More than half of her length in me. I felt full. I was panting and trying to relax.

And as Helen of Troy gave me metre to adjust, she intertwined her finger with mine. She stretched my arms over my head and covered me. Her soundbox felt so soundly. Her cock so thrilling. It was the most intimate mo I had ever felt.

"I love you,"I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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