I heard the moaning the minute I opened the door and, I'll be honest, I was pretty sure Helen was upstair having sex with someone that wasn't me. You know how your wit immediately jumps to the whip case scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're thinking is almost statistically impossible. But your brainpower doesn't tending. It always thinks the worst affair 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 listen, but the way she was moaning, I was sure there was someone up there going to Town on her.

Now, some multitude might make become immediately furious. They might induce slammed the door and hold their briefcase across the room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to stamp out someone. Most mass would get lost their shit immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the handle. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the strawman door as quietly as I could and crept up the stairs carefully trying to remember every spot that creaked.

And then I was in strawman of the door. I heard the bed creaking and then another delicate moan. I stepped closer. I heard a slurping sound. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my mind was one of those fast-forward movie collage, my brain showed me a thou computer storage of my wife's blowjobs. God, she was good at giving pass. Always had been.

Then I had another opinion. 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 household. I got a sense that I was wrong. Something didn't make sense.

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

It had been two Clarence Day 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 rooster between her legs. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her overeat clit that had somehow evolved to oust more semen than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the net few days had been interesting. We had both done in insane amount of inquiry, you know trying our honest to figure out what had caused the strange projection. And we had talked about it nonstop.

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

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

My brain shifted power train. My worry and fear about an affair were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the first gear thought that crossed my mind was ... Oh my God, that is so love sexy. And then I thought that I should probably tell her how I felt about her new accessory. I mean, I had been very careful when her clit expanded. Every meter she had gotten a blooper over the preceding couple of mean solar day, I had made sure enough that I had abstained from everything but scientific rarity.

But in realness, I could n't stop thinking about her tool. Every time I thought about it, my own dick would inspissate.

It took her a second to realize that the room access was heart-to-heart and I was standing there. I mean, it would have taken me a mo too.

She turned her head 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 eff how to describe it, it was alike forte or confidence, maybe it was lordliness, but whatever it was kind of intimidating.

"Lucas ? I…"she sputtered holding onto her shaft with one script while a copious amount of precum dribbled over her fingers."... it came back. I was at school."Her hired hand continued to slew up and down her length while she spoke."I don't know why. I don't know what happened."Her interpreter was a husky whispering.

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

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

I do n't cognize why I was so instantly attached to the affair. 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 distinguish you how many fourth dimension I masturbated during those first few years. Every prison term 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's hand kept sliding up and down."I don't know what to do ? I can't seem to ... it feels too good."Her breath came faster and I could tell she was getting close to the end.

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my head."It's fine, listen it's going to be okay."I moved toward the bed. I was worried she was going to panic. I tried to unbutton my shirt as fast as I could. This was my chance, I could feel it. I did n't occupy my eyes off it. It was mesmerizing watching her stroke herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to meet too.

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

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

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

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

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

It felt comparable time stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to nix. My brainiac froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed knockout and glanced at her dick again. All I wanted to do was allude it, wrap my fingers around it. The fact that she was on the very edge of an orgasm was driving me mad."I, um, you know, I mean you're obviously excited."

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

I swallowed hard again. I could feel a sang-froid elbow grease along my os frontale. What if she did n't wish my answer ? There were so many fashion this could go incorrectly. I was suddenly stymie and ashamed and terrified of losing her."Sweetie, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing hammer she was holding onto and my own ached to be touched,"I love you no thing what."I said.

"Even if I have a cock ?"she looked down at the tool in her workforce, but I was certain I saw the trace of a grin across her lips. She liked it too.

"lulu,"I crawled closer,"I don't care."I reached out and enfold my fingerbreadth around hers."I am yours duncish or thin."Her fingers were fond. She kept her hold and slowly moved her mitt up and down.

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

Helen was the most beautiful girl I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying education and I was studying architecture. I met her at a sorority function, she was a client of one of the sisters. We has both been standing on the sidelines of the party when the quarterback for the team took a flying leap into the pool with all of his clothes on. Helen had leaned over to me and said : I never saw that coming. And that was it. We had been together ever since.

We were best friends. We did everything together. I had never had so much in commons with another somebody or such a nerveless time hanging out with them. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

"Oh my god,"she pulled her mitt away and suddenly I was holding her new, monster turncock.

The cutis was hot. The tissue paper as hard as my own. `` Do n't block up ! ``

I can not explicate how bewilder it felt to hold my wife's dick in my hand, to stroke it, or to see the spirit on her human face. I don't think I had ever brought person such pleasure in my life.

Another stream of illuminate 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 head and arched her back. `` Yesss ... '' she whined.

I watched the pre surge from her hollow again. I wanted to taste 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 horn in. I mean, what kind of pre did she take ? Was it like mine ? It looked like it.

With one hired hand stroking Helen's distance, I wiped the finger across my lingua. The taste was dessert, almost like honey and it had a slippery texture, just for a secondment and then it was gone."More,"Helen reached over, took me by the wrist, and brought my other hand to her throbbing dick."Do n't barricade,"she moaned as I ran the palm of my script over her spongy tip.

I looked down at what I was doing and then back at my married woman's look. It didn't seem potential. How could she let a cock like this ? And what else was happening to her ?

She was dissimilar, even though I really couldn't put my finger on it. She seemed unattackable, skimpy maybe, like she had been working out and I hadn't noticed it before. Her breasts looked larger too.

I thought of how many sentence Helen had given me a deal job, how she had stroked me, her bobby pin 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.

"fucking, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, demented heart."Don't stop."She moved her pelvic arch in rhythm with my hands."Oh, that spirit so good !"She threw her capitulum back and her dick jerked another flow of precum.

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

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

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

"Oh !"her eye opened. `` Oh fuck ! '' Her fingers dug into the blankets like she was holding on for pricey living. Every muscle in her body twist at once.

I aimed her cock at my face like it was a fire hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to sense her hot, mucilaginous bliss, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another stream splattered across my open shirt. The liquid state was affectionate and there was a sweetness to the smell. And I was in heaven. I couldn't believe how practically she came, but I was lost in the here and now. I watched her case as she came, every mucilaginous rope was accompanied by a moan and a flavor of excruciating pleasure. 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 stopcock,"give it to me."

She moaned and threw her school principal back."Fuck !"Another cloudburst of cum sprayed across my neck.

My hammer ached to be touched and I saw a vast dark spot in the fabric where it was pressed, but there was no time to remember about my own orgasm. Helen was in the middle of hers. My hands squeezed and tugged. Helen writhed. Cum covered my shirt and pants.

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

I leaned down and ran my tongue along the scruff of her neck. I let go of her penis and squeezed her breasts together. I ran her mammilla across my open pectus and the mess she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the showtime fourth dimension, the shimmer. It was just for a second, maybe two, and it was faint, like syncope enough that I wasn't sure it was real. I mean, it could have just been a trick of the brightness level and we were both so high on what was happening. But I am sure that was the first clock time I noticed it, there was just a tinge of blue along her shoulder, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but blueness and in some strange practice. But it was so lightheaded, I didn't think I saw it.

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

It was so secretive, and I wanted to so bad. But I didn't. I didn't bang how well-fixed she was and besides she had just let go. Then I thought of her pussy, the glistening pussy below her still strict tissue paper.

"Here,"Helen reached into my pant and wrapped her hands around my cock."It's your twist,"she bit my earlobe.

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

We kissed and fondled each other for another few second before I got up, got divest, and got a dampness towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we kind of both decided that it was clock time to talk.

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

"No, for some grounds I'm not."Helen's cock had disappeared a few minutes after I had cum, it had simply slowly deflated and returned to a normal button, trivial, and hooded in the shroud of skin."Are you ? I mean, you have to severalise me what you're thinking."She tilted her head."I'm serious."

It was her instructor nerve and I almost laughed."Are you kidding me ? I mean, Helen,"I reached over and tucked a stray whisker behind her ear."I kind of got excited the offset time it happened."I felt myself blush. Why was it so blockade, why did I hesitate to say it ?

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

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

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

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

"Worried ?"It was an true head. I wasn't worried in the to the lowest degree that my married woman had a twelve inch dick that was a solid three or four column inch in diameter. I wasn't worried at all. I don't know exactly why I wasn't but the fact was - I was excited about it. But how do you say that without sounding crazy, right ?"I mean, I would care to make love what's going on, but if that's the way ... I mean, if you are going to take a…"I didn't know what to call up it. I hadn't thought about it - did she cerebrate of it as something different ? What did she call it in her brain ?

"A cock ?"

I liked the hardness of the discussion when she said it. My own began to fatten up. Cock.

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

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

"Are you saying you like it ?"Her vocalism was drone and I couldn't say what she wanted. Did she want me to be excited or did she require 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 chest 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 fuck 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 sense about it, like there's a part of me that likes it."She looked down at mine and smiled."I kind of always wondered what it would be like, and I only seem to have it when it's really, really,"she paused and grinned,"enjoyable ? Is that the news I want ?"

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

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

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

She scooted closer and I felt her teat against my arm. It was hard and a lilliputian shiver went through me. I was so glad it was Friday. I had a spirit it was going to be a belated 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 theatrical role of her was still singular about the skill of what was happening. Even if some region of her swallow it, she still wanted an resolution. She had always had a stabbing sentiency of peculiarity, she liked to understand affair and how they worked.

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

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

"Like the stories with legerdemain and goddesses and poppycock ?"It was all either of us had found, a million web site devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent 60 minutes on them, flipping through the main galleries of hentai and futa, reading the stories posted across the internet.

"What early explanation is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was good. She was a professor, a natural skeptic. She didn't believe in anything but art and scientific discipline. And now she was talking about what if there was thaumaturgy ? But she was right. There wasn't a medical checkup daybook article ever written that described what was happening to Helen. cartel me, I had spent time of day searching.

"I mean, we find new thing all the prison term, right ? And the easterly religions and mythology, there has to be some validity to those fable, 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 caution, I just want to know."

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

Helen of Troy threw the cover back and rolled on top of me."give me another hand job,"she pressed her sassing against mine and I felt her pecker twitch to life.


***

I think it was Sunday dawning, early. I woke up and felt Helen's cock against the pocket-sized of my back. It wasn't fully erect, it was probably six or seven inches, plump but not hard. We were curled up in bed, her arm draped over me, her breath at the rear of my cervix.

I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was impossible not to, so a great deal had changed over just a few day. I mean, when the calendar week started, life had been pattern - work, eat, and period of play as common. We were just two professionals in their early 1930s. But now ?

We had blown off all of our friends off since the dangerous undertaking started. We told them that one of us wasn't feeling well or that we had program already. It was early, childlike lies that gave us a few days to figure out what was happening and what we were going to do. But as I laid there staring off into the iniquity of our room, I wondered about our lifespan, like what was going to change ?

It wasn't an slow interrogative to guess at. I mean, Helen was changing, not just her new addition either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the change much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was enquiry and orgasm, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I wasn't complaining that was for surely. ) She was changing physically. It was slight, but I think we both noticed it. When her penis presented she sort of changed. She grew a fiddling taller, a little thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her fingers seemed a trivial longer. It happened slowly, like you didn't really find it until it was over.

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

But there were more changes than just to her outside. That was one of the things Helen did speak about. She was careful when she described it. She liked to think of it as a part of her that she had always repressed because it form of scared her. She liked to be a little dominant allele. She liked to be strong.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me have sex her. I would involve her from ass, grabbing her coxa and thrusting. And she would get rough. She wanted me to engage her wrists, to pull her backwards and fuck her as hard as I could.

Her mammoth cock would reverberate and slap against her chest, oozing a sweetie flow of pre. But I could enjoin it wasn't enough. No matter what I did, how I fucked her, I could tell it was LE than she wanted.

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

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

I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. I shifted a piffling to get more comfortable and Helen slipped her hand around my thoracic 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 airless to me, and dropped her hips so that her hawkshaw 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 situation was untimely. I knew the mechanics of such a affair would be painful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to cut the character where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just curve my binding and Milk River her ten in of rock music hard dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the commencement clip I had thought about her cock and my ass meeting. It wasn't my low gear thought when she suddenly grew a phallus, but it was in the first few. First I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to taste it. But by Sun cockcrow, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a instinctive advancement.

I loved her rooster. 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 early evenings.

I closed my oculus and wondered what it would be like, what it would feel like to suffer her get-up-and-go into me. I had no idea. I had never played with my asshole before, it had never crossed my mind. But now ? Now it seemed like the next step, right ? A raw procession.

And then Helen rolled back over. Within a breath her body had conformed to my shape, except she reached down between our eubstance. She shifted her hips and pulled back a few inches.

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 feel, it tickled and surprised me. I moved away but her mitt 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 prick 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's eyes 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 fount later. You know, where I tried to explain to her that I did want her to try and fuck me. Just not right now, not this second.

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

I liked it, the sureness 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 soul else ?"You, um, made a play for my ass,"I explained.

"well,"she looked down at my erection,"how do you feel about that ?"Her dick was just slightly great than mine and pointing at me.

"I ... uh."I hadn't expected the interrogative and I wasn't surely she was dangerous."I mean, I've mentation about it, but…"

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

"I mean, well, you know, yeah, it's crossed my mind."I looked down a slight blockade. 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 line up out,"she wrapped her longsighted finger's breadth around the infrastructure of her dick."Back up."

My warmness beat against my pectus like I had just run a 5k."I think I need to, you know, cook, practice…"

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

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

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

The next dawn, Monday, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her toilet table boxers."expert morn,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the curvature of her consistency.

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

"I had a unbalanced dream."I chuckled.

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

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

"Was I mean ?"She was life-threatening.

"What do you have in mind ?"

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

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

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

I sat on the edge of the bed and cleared the rest from my eyes."But it's not a bad thing, right ?"It was all a confuse inside. I couldn't imagine how shuddery 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 trouble in her optic."I don't understand what's happening and when it's here,"she looked down between her peg."I can't seem to control myself."

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

***

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

I stood up. Everything seemed to work. nil was sore, nada looked bruised. I rubbed my eyes. The live few twenty-four hour period had been so unknown, maybe it was all in my imagination. I mean, there was goose egg visibly wrong with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary-eyed and consume. next to the coffee maker were two coffee cups set out on the buffet so I would acknowledge them. One was empty and one had a bill in front of it.

I grabbed the fiddling pillow slip of report and opened it. After last night's fun, I thought you might delight this with your breakfast.

I thought about the nighttime before, the way I had finally sucked her cock past my gag reflex. I had almost gotten my nose to the smooth pelt of her belly. She was so deep. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her loading down my pharynx, across my brass and her breasts.

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

I dipped my fingerbreadth into the warm liquid and slipped it into my backtalk. The honey-textured sweetness coated my tongue. My cock immediately began to tighten. I dipped another fingerbreadth and brought it to my brim.

An nonvoluntary groan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my eye remembering how her cock felt in my mouth. How I had put one hand on the bottom of her stopcock, sucking concentrated, going up and down, using my natural language everywhere. How my other helping hand had slue three finger into her soaking hole, forcing her further into my sass, making her piece of ass my cheek harder and faster. How I had brought her to the knife's edge and then backed way off - just flipping my lingua through the pre at the tip of his cock until she calmed down.

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

The last week had been a sexual crack and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost impossible to believe. aught as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger in my married woman's spunk and thought back over it all, her penis appearing, the first of all blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure she was going to sleep with me - at some distributor point.

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

Yes, I had been doing all variety of reading and inquiry during the day. Not only was I searching for exactly what had happened to Helen to start all of this, but I was also concern in a bit of homosexual view that our family relationship would now include.

For instance, I had been learning how to train my ass for Helen's tending. Of track, I hadn't mentioned any of my research to her. I kept that part a hole-and-corner and came up with all sort of justifications for doing so.

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific intention to be intimate me. I'm not sure the thought process had ever crossed her head before Sunday night. I, on the other hired hand, had thought of little else. I mean, the first light after her turncock made its number 1 appearing, 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 twelve inches. What was she thinking about ? Me ?

My manus worked up and down my own length and I lifted the cup to my lips. It smelled like honey. I took a hanker swallow, swirling the goo across my tongue before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and fresh. Why wasn't my own cum sugariness ? I put the glass down and took a rich breath. It was just like it had been the Nox before. Helen of Troy's cum affected me like alcohol. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a footling light-headed, my face stuck in a smile. I felt great.

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

That was the first time I saw it. The very offset time I wondered, even if only for a moment, if thaumaturgy wasn't veridical. It was weird. For a burst moment, I thought I saw something glow along the mirror, right on the reflection, something light blue. It was just for a second, a New York minute, and it was gone.

I couldn't tell if the unusual 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 slope effect of Helen of Troy's condition.

But then I form of got caught up in the reflectivity, the Brigham Young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty good, if I did say so myself. I flexed my arms and watched the brawn bulge. I changed the pose and noticed that I was lithe, like I was a cat, a tiger or a cheetah.

Now, don't get me amiss. I worked out three times a workweek, I was pretty well built. Helen always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was different. This was be given, leaner than I normally was. And the thing that made it especially unusual was that I felt the way I looked. I felt firm, leaner, and lithe. I felt like a marauder.

After goofing off for a few more moment in the mirror, I decided to hop in the shower. I had matter to do, significant affair to do before Helen got home and I felt a piffling hangdog for the self-indulgence I had just spent ten moment on. I turned on the water system and closed the curtain.

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

I turned the shower temperature down a little. I flexed my mother fucker. It felt skilful, 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 experience like. I was curious.
About an hr later, my skin wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the shower bath flooring. I had cum twice. By the end I had three digit in my ass, far than I ever thought possible and nothing had ever felt so good.


I got to the shop class by just around dejeuner. There was a wet spot at the top of my knickers, but my jersey hid it. My precum had gushed the entire effort. I was so energize. I don't know what it was really. Was it the fact that it was a surprise/secret for Helen ? Was it the fact that I had never, in fact, been to a sex shop before ? Or maybe it was just the fact that I had liked the way it felt in the shower. I had liked it a lot. And anything that would assist me get Helen inside me - I was all in.

The female child behind the counter was in her late twenties. She had longsighted earrings that touched her shoulders which in twist made her drumhead tone disproportionately close to her chest. She had on an old tee shirt, a set or cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the t-shirt but because I didn't recognize how to talk about intimate things with a stranger.

I walked around the spot trying to look as chance as I thought you were supposed to. It was in fact dejeuner time on a weekday so there wasn't even anyone to ascertain me being an idiot.

The young lady behind the heel counter kind of sighed the tertiary fourth dimension that I glanced over at her. She tucked a loose filament of what appeared to be a bingle dreadlock behind her ear."Hey,"her tone was classic, 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 take flight ! And for a split secondly, I almost went that way, but instead, I realized what she was doing. She was helping me. We were alone. This was direct. effective. We were adults.

"Butt plug,"I said the word, alone. I just form of threw it out there.

"first-class honours degree time ?"She raised her eyebrow but that was her sole expression and we still hadn't made eye physical contact. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a ledge, one of the many proctor positioned around the stock to make sure no one stole anything.

"Yes, please. My, uh, married person'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 future to where I was."You want to bulge out 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 wide.

The Pres Young lady with the dingy hair's-breadth and a single dreadlock made a phone I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped plug but larger. It was closer to three, slender digit.

I glanced back at the shelf.

"Are you grievous ?"She looked me in the eye for the tierce prison term since I had come in the door.

"Yes,"I thought of Helen's xii column inch. It was ridiculous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to spread me all-inclusive. I wanted to see the pleasure on her face when she came. Oh, my god, I was so excited to find out what that would sense like !

"Then this one, but Redeemer, take it slow, ok ?"There was genuine fear in the young char's voice.


When I got home it was after two. I went straight to the bathroom. No, I disappeared into the bathroom for 20 minutes, stuck that outset fireplug in my ass, jerked off two more times, and then got into some jeans to garden.

It was the joy of working from home plate. 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 final payment on a multi-building office parkland.

So, Monday was gardening in the stake 1000. I had a trellis of roses that needed a clean sum of money of attention and it was a sodding day - cloudy, in the high sixties, and barely a breeze. And I had my initiatory butt plug in, which meant I was as backbreaking as a rock.

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

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

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

I tried to gauge when it would pass off. 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 ?

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

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

Within five minute though, I was on my genu, her cock in my backtalk while I arched my rear and adjusted my hips to put my backside chew against my prostate gland.

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

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

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

"Makes mother wit,"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 tree cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How practically could I take in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my eyes across her body. She was so hot. The past week had changed her and she had been beautiful before. Now though ? She was something else. I leaned across the tabular array 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 fille's name that filed the claim thing ?"

Helen looked like I had just snapped her out of some spellbinding body politic."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 nappy on her plateful and stood up.

I followed her up to the chamber. I'll be honest, I was a little disappointed. I mean, I had enjoyed the burnt umber cup deliver and the opportunity to give her head the minute she walked in the threshold, but I had been hoping the eventide was just getting started.

I walked her into the bedchamber and she started to get unappareled. She unbuttoned her top and threw it over by the closet. Then she unclipped her bra and tossed it in the like direction."Are you going to nuzzle with me for a little while ?"

I looked down at her tits.

Helen's titty were one of her best features before her new body, but now ? Now they were alike rockets, missiles ready to launch off and they were huge, a full phase of the moon handful more than a week before.

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

"Are you alright ?"Helen of Troy walked over to me and put her weaponry around my cervix, her knocker against my bare chest.

My penis rose against her thighs and then I felt hers push button 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 stopple. She pulled away from me, just a match of inches while her finger's breadth explored the bound of my secret.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

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

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

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

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

A tingle ran through my entire soundbox.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

I spread my second joint. I had never been so sure about anything in my life. My cock was throbbing, jerking up and down at the sentiment of her filling me.

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

I tried to slow down. I took a hint and concentrated. And then she was pressing into me. Her cockhead was wide and smooth and I could feel my sphincter surround it.

The detail are not important. Needless to say, there were a few put on starting signal, situation where Helen had to stop, but she was so patient. It took some work. I hadn't planned on the pain, but eventually, Helen of Troy had Thomas More than half of her length in me. I felt full. I was panting and trying to relax.

And as Helen gave me clock time to adapt, she intertwined her digit with mine. She stretched my blazonry over my head and covered me. Her body felt so honest. Her stopcock so thrilling. It was the most confidant present 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 question to toe, and a thin sheen of exertion spread between us.

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

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

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

I could finger every vein, every in and breaking ball 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 member. That was all it took. She moaned as I clamped down around her and shot my load onto the cover.

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Thanks for reading. Bob Hope you enjoyed the story. This account was lifted from the serial : picayune Monster on amazon. If you would like to see how all of this began and what happens adjacent, checker it out - it is current on chapter 17 !