I heard the moaning the arcminute I opened the door and, I'll be honest, I was pretty certain Helen of Troy was up the stairs having sex with individual that wasn't me. You know how your brain immediately jumps to the defective case scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're mentation is almost statistically unimaginable. But your mind doesn't maintenance. It always thinks the unfit thing 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 bear in mind, but the way she was moaning, I was sure there was someone up there going to Ithiel Town on her.

Now, some people might induce become immediately angry. They might take slammed the door and thrown their briefcase across the elbow room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to kill someone. almost people would have lost their shit immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the handgrip. Instead, I went the former way. I shut the front door as quietly as I could and crept up the step carefully trying to think back every patch that creaked.

And then I was in front of the doorway. I heard the bed creak and then another flaccid moan. I stepped closer. I heard a slurping sound. I bet she's giving him a cock sucking. And then, like my mind was one of those fast-forward picture show montages, my brainiac showed me a thousand computer memory of my wife's cock sucking. God, she was good at giving head. Always had been.

Then I had another opinion. What if it's a fair sex ? Then I realized that I hadn't heard anything that led me to trust there was anyone else in the house. I got a sense that I was improper. Something didn't make sense.

I took a abstruse hint and reached for the door handle. Whatever was going on, I was about to find out. I opened the door and found Helen of Troy. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a trunk of flesh so gravid, 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 institute sensation.

It had been two days since her cock had somehow manifested. We had originally thought that we would go to the hospital about it, but then, we had n't. Neither one of us had any idea why it had happened. It simply had. At 2:30 in the morning, she woke up with a prick between her legs. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her binge 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 total of enquiry, you know trying our best to project out what had caused the foreign protrusion. And we had talked about it day-and-night.

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

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

My wit shifted cogwheel. My headache and concern about an involvement were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the first thought that crossed my idea was ... Oh my God, that is so fucking sexy. And then I thought that I should probably recount her how I felt about her new accessory. I mean, I had been very careful when her button expanded. Every time she had gotten a boo-boo over the past twosome of days, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity.

But in world, I could n't block thinking about her putz. Every clip I thought about it, my own dick would inspissate.

It took her a 2nd to realize that the doorway was afford and I was standing there. I mean, it would have taken me a second too.

She turned her forefront and our eyes met. I saw care, embarrassment, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen of Troy's eyes before. I don't really make out how to name it, it was ilk persuasiveness or self-assurance, maybe it was lordliness, but whatever it was sort of intimidating.

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

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

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

I do n't know why I was so instantly attached to the thing. I mean, I had never been excited about another man's cock before, but when she had one ? Oh, my god, it was all I had thought about. I can't tell apart you how many fourth dimension I masturbated during those first few day. Every time I took a shit, I masturbated. To be fair, 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 distinguish she was getting close to the end.

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my head."It's amercement, 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 feel it. I did n't pick out my eyes off it. It was mesmerizing watching her CVA herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to play too.

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

Helen was sitting up against the headboard, her knees cattle farm, her pussy had already left a wet spot on the mantle.

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

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

"George Lucas ?"Helen looked at me and then at the excrescence along the social movement of my khakis."Are you hard ?"

It felt corresponding sentence stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to aught. My brain froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed hard and glanced at her dick again. All I wanted to do was touch it, wrap my fingerbreadth around it. The fact that she was on the very bound of an climax 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 clear pre fell onto the bed.

I swallowed hard again. I could sense a cool sweat along my forehead. What if she did n't like my answer ? There were so many ways this could go ill-timed. I was suddenly abash 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 issue what."I said.

"Even if I have a peter ?"she looked down at the prick in her helping hand, but I was sure I saw the vestige of a grin across her sass. She liked it too.

"beauty,"I crawled closer,"I don't care."I reached out and wrapped my finger's breadth around hers."I am yours thickset or thin."Her digit were warm. She kept her grip and slowly moved her mitt up and down.

But the increased pressure of my hired hand, made her quiver slightly. I looked over her body again. My putz had already left a wet Mark on my knickers. I could n't conceive this was happening.

Helen was the most beautiful girl I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying education and I was studying architecture. I met her at a sorority function, she was a guest of one of the sisters. We has both been standing on the by-line of the party when the quarterback for the team took a flying saltation 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 a good deal in green with another person or such a cool down sentence hanging out with them. She was the better thing that had ever happened to me.

"Oh my god,"she pulled her hand away and suddenly I was holding her new, titan dick.

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

I can not explicate how astound it felt to guard my wife's cock in my mitt, to stroke it, or to see the spirit on her boldness. I don't think I had ever brought someone such pleasure in my life.

Another stream of unclouded 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 hands over her principal and arched her spine. `` Yesss ... '' she whined.

I watched the pre surge from her hole again. I wanted to try out it. I moved closer to her, straddling her leg. I reached forward and slid a finger through the drop at her tip. I lifted it to my nose. I mean, what form of pre did she bear ? Was it like mine ? It looked like it.

With one hand stroking Helen's distance, I wiped the fingerbreadth across my tongue. The predilection was sweet-flavored, almost like honey and it had a slippery texture, just for a second base and then it was gone."to a greater extent,"Helen of Troy reached over, took me by the wrist, and brought my other hand to her throbbing prick."Do n't stop,"she moaned as I ran the palm of my hired hand over her spongy tip.

I looked down at what I was doing and then back at my wife's case. It didn't seem possible. How could she take in a cock 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 breasts looked larger too.

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

"roll in the hay, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, crazy eyes."Don't stop."She moved her hips in rhythm with my helping hand."Oh, that flavor so sound !"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 brighten liquidness and lathered her terminal as she fucked my hands.

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

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

"Oh !"her eye opened. `` Oh fuck ! '' Her fingers dug into the mantle like she was holding on for pricy life. Every muscle in her body turn at once.

I aimed her stopcock at my face like it was a fire hosepipe. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to finger her hot, sticky cloud nine, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another stream splattered across my unfastened shirt. The liquidity was warm and there was a sweetness to the smell. And I was in heaven. I couldn't believe how much she came, but I was lost in the moment. I watched her face as she came, every sticky rope was accompanied by a groan and a look of excruciating joy. I wanted it. I wanted her to never stop."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my hands through the goo and continued to milk her cock,"give it to me."

She moaned and threw her head back."Fuck !"Another torrent of cum sprayed across my neck.

My putz ached to be touched and I saw a huge nighttime maculation in the fabric where it was pressed, but there was no meter to think about my own sexual climax. Helen of Troy was in the midriff of hers. My paw 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 tongue moved back and forth into each other's sass. The cushy pillows of her boob were pressed against my hand. And her rooster was still throbbing and jerking.

I leaned down and ran my knife along the scruff of her neck. I let go of her phallus and squeezed her titty together. I ran her nipple across my open chest and the heap she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the first base time, the play. It was just for a secondment, maybe two, and it was dim, like syncope enough that I wasn't sure it was real. I mean, it could sustain just been a joke of the light and we were both so highschool on what was happening. But I am sure that was the first time I noticed it, there was just a hint of spicy along her shoulder, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but blue and in some strange pattern. But it was so pass out, I didn't think I saw it.

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

It was so close-fitting, 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 breathing time and braced myself.

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

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

"Worried ?"It was an true question. I wasn't worried in the least that my married woman had a twelve inch shaft that was a strong three or four 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 crazy, right ?"I mean, I would care 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 phone it. I hadn't thought about it - did she think of it as something different ? What did she foretell it in her mind ?

"A rooster ?"

I liked the inclemency of the Holy Writ when she said it. My own began to plump. Cock.

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

Helen of Troy took a 2d. She just sort of stared into my center 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 severalize what she wanted. Did she want me to be excited or did she want me to be weirded out ? Which one was going to make her happy ? I knew where I stood. But could I tell her ?

"Yes,"I looked down between us. Her boob were half-covered by the blanket, the cleavage between them was dark and inviting. I thought of the way her penis could lay between them, how she could titty have intercourse herself anytime she wanted.

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

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

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

"I mean, component of me wants it. voice of me really wants it, but that persona 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 brush off 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 hired man over hers."I think it does. The penis can't be the only change, right ? There have to be some former physiological modification. It ejaculates like a regular penis, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did think of a fair total about my dust from science class.

She scooted nearer and I felt her nipple against my arm. It was laborious and a niggling shake went through me. I was so gladiola it was Friday. I had a feeling it was going to be a former night.

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

"wealthy person you found anything that makes any common sense of this though ?"I could tell that division of her was still curious about the science of what was happening. Even if some part of her accepted it, she still wanted an reply. She had always had a bully sentiency of oddity, she liked to understand thing and how they worked.

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

"No,"she shook her head and kind of stared up at the roof."What if it's one of the myths, like one of those dazed 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 internet site devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent 60 minutes on them, flipping through the independent drift of hentai and futa, reading the tarradiddle posted across the internet.

"What former 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 trick ? But she was right. There wasn't a medical examination journal article ever written that described what was happening to Helen. cartel me, I had spent hours searching.

"I mean, we find new things all the time, right ? And the Eastern religion and mythology, there has to be some rigor to those caption, right ?"

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

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

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


***

I think it was Sunday morning, early. I woke up and felt Helen of Troy's turncock against the small of my backbone. It wasn't fully put up, it was probably six or seven inch, plump but not hard. We were curled up in bed, her arm draped over me, her breath at the backrest of my cervix.

I laid there and quietly thought about the hebdomad. It was impossible not to, so very much had changed over just a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I mean, when the week started, spirit had been formula - work, eat, and play as usual. We were just two pro in their ahead of time thirty-something. 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 programme already. It was early, simple lies that gave us a few Day to figure out what was happening and what we were going to do. But as I laid there staring off into the shadow of our room, I wondered about our living, like what was going to transfer ?

It wasn't an easy question to guess at. I mean, Helen was changing, not just her new summation 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 affair. I wasn't complaining that was for sure. ) She was changing physically. It was slight, but I think we both noticed it. When her penis presented she kind of changed. She grew a little taller, a piddling thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her fingers seemed a small foresightful. It happened slowly, like you didn't really point out it until it was over.

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

But there were more changes than just to her exterior. That was one of the matter Helen did talk about. She was heedful when she described it. She liked to mean of it as a component of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared her. She liked to be a picayune dominant. She liked to be impregnable.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me have a go at it her. I would accept her from posterior, grabbing her hips and thrusting. And she would get roughly. She wanted me to read her wrist, to pull her backwards and bed her as hard as I could.

Her mammoth cock would bounce and slap against her chest, oozing a steadily current of pre. But I could differentiate it wasn't enough. No topic what I did, how I fucked her, I could distinguish it was less than she wanted.

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

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

I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. I shifted a niggling to get more well-fixed and Helen of Troy slipped her handwriting around my pectoral and squeezed,

I couldn't William Tell if she was awake or not but her cock was still hard and touching my back.

And then she shifted her organic structure, pulled herself closer to me, and dropped her hips so that her pecker was sitting right on top of my ass, lengthwise along the valley of my ass. I froze.

Whether she was awake or not, I form of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the situation was wrong. I knew the grease monkey of such a thing would be painful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the section where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my back and Milk her ten inches of John Rock surd dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the first fourth dimension I had thought about her cock and my ass meeting. It wasn't my first thought when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the foremost few. commencement I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to taste it. But by Sunday break of day, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a natural progression.

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

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like, what it would palpate like to give birth her push into me. I had no idea. I had never played with my whoreson before, it had never crossed my intellect. But now ? Now it seemed like the succeeding footstep, right ? A raw progression.

And then Helen rolled back over. Within a breathing place her body had conformed to my shape, except she reached down between our bodies. She shifted her hips and pulled back a few column inch.

I waited, unsure of what she was doing.

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

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

I pulled away and turned over to look at her. Her eyes were closed. She was still asleep, her cock half-erect in her 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 of the mark with surprise."What ?"She looked down to where she was holding her hard-on."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 want her to try and fuck me. Just not right now, not this second.

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

I liked it, the 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 somebody else ?"You, um, made a drama for my ass,"I explained.

"Well,"she looked down at my erection,"how do you finger about that ?"Her cock 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 mentation 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 piddling embarrassed. 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 goose egg about my own ass.

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

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

"hokum, come here. I'll be gentle."The expression in her centre was playful.

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

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

The adjacent daybreak, Monday, when I woke up, Helen of Troy was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser shorts."Good cockcrow,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the breaking ball of her body.

She turned and smiled at me sans penis."dayspring, 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 mean ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

When I opened my eyes on Tuesday, I knew something was different. I felt lighter, like I was a little floaty. It was weird. I sat up half-expecting my stomach to flip, but it didn't. I wasn't nauseated, I just felt lighter, like I was either dramatically hard, which didn't look 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 eyes. The last few days had been so foreign, maybe it was all in my mental imagery. I mean, there was nothing visibly wrong with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary-eyed and fatigued. Next to the coffee bean God Almighty were two coffee loving cup set out on the heel counter so I would notice them. One was discharge and one had a note in battlefront of it.

I grabbed the short moorage of paper 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. I had almost gotten my nose to the smooth skin of her stomach. She was so deep. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her load down my pharynx, across my brass and her titty.

I picked up the coffee cup. The liquid interior was unintelligible and there was the tenuous change in density throughout. I smiled. It was her seventh heaven, she must sustain jacked off before she left. I was sorry I had missed it. I was addicted to the stuff.

I dipped my digit into the warm liquid and slipped it into my sassing. The honey-textured sweetness coated my tongue. My dick immediately began to tighten up. I dipped another digit 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 rima oris. How I had put one deal on the merchant ship of her cock, sucking hard, going up and down, using my clapper everywhere. How my other hand had skid three fingerbreadth into her dripping hole, forcing her further into my sass, making her fuck my face harder and faster. How I had brought her to the knife's sharpness 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 last week had been a intimate tornado and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost impossible to consider. Nothing as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger in my wife's spunk and thought back over it all, her member coming into court, the first cock sucking I had ever given, and how I was pretty for sure she was going to get it on me - at some point.

I had already started inquiry on the subject. Although even that proved to be daunting at clip. ( Is it still called pegging even when your wife has an literal 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 to come out all of this, but I was also interested in a telephone number of gay look that our relationship would now admit.

For instance, I had been learning how to develop my ass for Helen's attention. Of course of action, I hadn't mentioned any of my research to her. I kept that part a confidential and came up with all variety of justifications for doing so.

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific purpose to fuck me. I'm not sure the thinking had ever crossed her creative thinker before Lord's Day night. I, on the other mitt, had thought of small else. I mean, the aurora after her cock made its first appearance, I had already considered the possibility.

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

My hand worked up and down my own length and I lifted the cup to my back talk. It smelled like honey. I took a long sup, swirling the goo across my tongue before swallowing it down. God, it was so affectionate and honeyed. Why wasn't my own cum sweet ? I put the methamphetamine hydrochloride down and took a oceanic abyss breath. 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 faint, my font stuck in a grin. I felt great.

I drank a cup of coffee while I stood there fantasizing about Helen bending me over the kitchen board. Then I wandered off to the bath. I couldn't quit thinking about what it would feel like to have Helen behind me. I stepped into the john, closed the doorway, and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

That was the world-class metre I saw it. The very first time I wondered, even if only for a moment, if magic wasn't real. It was weird. For a split endorse, I thought I saw something glow along the mirror, right on the reflection, something light blue. It was just for a second gear, a flare, 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 position effect of Helen's condition.

But then I kind of got caught up in the thoughtfulness, the young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty good, if I did say so myself. I flexed my arms and watched the muscles bulge. I changed the airs and noticed that I was lithe, like I was a cat, a tiger or a chetah.

Now, don't get me wrong. I worked out three times a hebdomad, I was pretty well built. Helen always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was different. This was lean, leaner than I normally was. And the matter that made it especially strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt stronger, thin, 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 things to do, important things to do before Helen got home and I felt a lilliputian guilty for the self-indulgence I had just spent ten minutes on. I turned on the pee and closed the curtain.

The hot water felt thoroughly. 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 impertinence. It had only been a dream but my head was still running with it. My eager dick immediately began to beg for care, staring up at me like a one-eyed puppy. But I wanted something else.

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


I got to the shop by just around lunch. There was a wet spot 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 ? Was it the fact that I had never, in fact, been to a sex store 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 avail me get Helen of Troy inside me - I was all in.

The little girl behind the counter was in her deep twenties. She had long earrings that touched her articulatio humeri which in twist made her head look disproportionately close to her chest. She had on an old T-shirt, a isthmus or cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the t-shirt but because I didn't make love how to discuss intimate things with a stranger.

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

The girl behind the counter kind of sighed the third clock time that I glanced over at her. She tucked a informal filament of what appeared to be a single dreadlock behind her ear."Hey,"her tone was authoritative, brusque even."semen here. What are you looking for ?"

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty sure the spirit I was having was fly ! And for a split back, I almost went that way, but instead, I realized what she was doing. She was helping me. We were alone. This was lead. Efficient. We were adults.

"Butt quid,"I said the word, alone. I just kind of threw it out there.

"First time ?"She raised her eyebrow but that was her exclusively facial expression and we still hadn't made eye liaison. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a ledge, one of the many reminder positioned around the store to wee sure no one stole anything.

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

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

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

The Brigham Young ma'am with the gloomy pilus and a exclusive dreadlock made a sound I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped plug but magnanimous. It was closer to three, lissome fingerbreadth.

I glanced back at the shelf.

"Are you serious ?"She looked me in the eye for the 3rd time since I had come in the door.

"Yes,"I thought of Helen of Troy's twelve inch. It was ludicrous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to spread me astray. I wanted to see the pleasure on her face when she came. Oh, my god, I was so wind up to find out what that would sense like !

"Then this one, but Christ, take it slow up, ok ?"There was genuine concern in the young woman's voice.


When I got rest home it was after two. I went straight to the bathroom. No, I disappeared into the john for twenty minutes, stuck that number 1 hack in my ass, jerked off two more meter, and then got into some jeans 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 of Troy presented. I had just closed out a last payment on a multi-building business office park.

So, Monday was gardening in the back yard. I had a treillage of rosebush that needed a fair amount of attention and it was a everlasting day - cloudy, in the high school sixties, and barely a snap. And I had my starting time butt male plug in, which meant I was as hard as a stone.

I was careful with the rosebush. I had been training them for two years, gently guiding them around the trellis'Emily Price Post and over the delicate arch. I had to reset my aching boner more than I thought possible. It was incredible, the way the fire hydrant stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate gland every once in a while. I was in Eden.

I wondered when Helen would be home. I debated back and forth whether or not I was going to secernate her. It felt so blue 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 venture 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 form of talked about it. Would it bechance after dinner ?

It was the other thing that I variety of liked about the new Helen, she became dominant allele when her tool was around. She was unassailable, more demanding and aggressive. I loved it. The new side of her made me happy, a new prospect to us.

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

Within five minutes though, I was on my knees, her pecker in my mouth while I arched my back and adjusted my pelvic girdle to put my butt plug against my prostate gland.

It didn't take her prospicient to cum. I had her just deep in my throat, as far as my jaws would leave. Her hands were on the back of my pass and her coxa were working in and out. I moaned as my own dick spasmed and darkened a circle along near the waist of my dungaree.
And then I felt it spraying down my throat. I swallowed and Helen groaned and pressed deeper. My jaw ached but I didn't tending.

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

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

"Makes horse sense,"I finished off my plate 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 much could I ingest in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my center across her consistence. She was so hot. The past 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 guard and I sat back down at the table."That's the girl's name that filed the claim thing ?"

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

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

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

I followed her up to the sleeping room. I'll be honest, I was a niggling disappointed. I mean, I had enjoyed the deep brown cup present and the opportunity to give her oral sex the moment she walked in the door, but I had been hoping the even was just getting started.

I walked her into the chamber and she started to get divest. She unbuttoned her top and threw it over by the closet. Then she unclipped her bra and tossed it in the same commission."Are you going to snuggle with me for a piddling while ?"

I looked down at her tits.

Helen's titty were one of her scoop features before her new body, but now ? Now they were ilk rockets, missiles ready to launch off and they were huge, a fully smattering more than than a week before.

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

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

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

Helen grinned."Maybe once before I go to sleep ?"She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her finger's breadth touched the edge of the nag. She pulled away from me, just a twosome of inches while her fingers explored the border of my underground.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

"Butt stopple,"the Word of God had served me well earlier and I hadn't even owned one yet.

"Oh my god, are you life-threatening ?"Her cock continued to grow. It was already farsighted than mine.

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

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

A quiver ran through my full body.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

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

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

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

The detail are not authoritative. phonograph needle to say, there were a few pretended scratch line, property where Helen had to stop, but she was so patient. It took some work. I hadn't planned on the pain, but eventually, Helen had to a greater extent than half of her length in me. I felt full. I was panting and trying to relax.

And as Helen gave me sentence to aline, she intertwined her fingers with mine. She stretched my implements of war over my head and covered me. Her body felt so good. Her rooster so thrilling. It was the most intimate moment I had ever felt.

"I love you,"I said.

"I love you too,"Helen whispered.

Helen started slowly sliding in and out of me. Her body was still draped over me, covering me from foreland to toe, and a cut lustre of travail spread between us.

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

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

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

I could finger every venous blood vessel, 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 experience 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 lode onto the blankets.

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