I heard the moaning the minute of arc I opened the door and, I'll be honest, I was pretty sure Helen of Troy was upstair having sex with soul that wasn't me. You know how your brainpower immediately jumps to the worst cause scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're thinking is almost statistically unacceptable. But your brain doesn't care. It always thinks the worst thing first.

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

Now, some people might have become immediately tempestuous. They might hold slammed the door and thrown their briefcase across the room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to kill someone. nigh mass would have got lost their shit immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the handle. Instead, I went the former way. I shut the front door as quietly as I could and crept up the stairs carefully trying to remember every billet that creaked.

And then I was in front man of the door. I heard the bed creak and then another soft 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 movie montages, my brain showed me a M storage of my wife's blowjobs. God, she was commodity at giving psyche. Always had been.

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

I took a deeply breath and reached for the doorway handgrip. Whatever was going on, I was about to find out. I opened the doorway and found Helen. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a trunk of form so vauntingly, she actually had the glans in her mouth. Yes, it had grown bombastic enough that she could suck it and was apparently enjoying the new found sentience.

It had been two days since her prick 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 forenoon, she woke up with a tool between her leg. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her engorged clitoris that had somehow evolved to eject Sir Thomas More ejaculate than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the concluding few days had been interesting. We had both done in insane amount of money of research, you know trying our best to cypher out what had caused the unknown jutting. 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 tatty, 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 brainiac shifted train. My worry and fear about an intimacy were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the foremost thought that crossed my mind was ... Oh my God, that is so eff sexy. And then I thought that I should probably tell her how I felt about her new add-on. I mean, I had been very heedful when her clit expanded. Every time she had gotten a boner over the past couple of days, I had made sure enough that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity.

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

It took her a endorsement to substantiate that the doorway was clear and I was standing there. I mean, it would deliver taken me a second gear too.

She turned her head and our eyes met. I saw fright, embarrassment, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen's oculus before. I don't really make love how to describe it, it was like strength or confidence, maybe it was arrogance, but whatever it was kind of intimidating.

"Lucas ? I…"she sputtered holding onto her cock with one hand while a ample amount of money of precum dribbled over her digit."... it came back. I was at school."Her manus 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 gruff whisper.

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

There was a traffic jam of password in my fountainhead. Every nerve in my physical structure was jangly. I wanted to distinguish her that ever since it had originally happened, I had been excited.

I do n't experience 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 you how many times I masturbated during those first off few days. Every clip I took a shit, I masturbated. To be honest, I was a little disappointed when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My mouth watered.

"I couldn't 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 drumhead."It's hunky-dory, 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 experience it. I did n't guide my optic off it. It was mesmerizing watching her stroke herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to play too.

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

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

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

I reached into my trouser 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 tough ?"

It felt wish time stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to nothing. My encephalon froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed intemperately and glanced at her tool again. All I wanted to do was touch it, enclose my finger's breadth around it. The fact that she was on the very edge of an orgasm was driving me mad."I, um, you know, I mean you're obviously excited."

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

I swallowed hard again. I could feel a cool perspiration along my brow. What if she did n't care my solution ? There were so many slipway this could go wrong. I was suddenly embarrassed and ashamed and panic-struck of losing her."Sweetie, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing stopcock she was holding onto and my own ached to be touched,"I love you no matter what."I said.

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

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

But the increase pressure of my handwriting, made her shudder slightly. I looked over her body again. My cock had already left a wet mark on my pants. 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 use, she was a invitee of one of the baby. We has both been standing on the sidelines of the political party when the signal caller for the squad took a flying bound into the pocket billiards with all of his clothes on. Helen had leaned over to me and said : I never saw that coming. And that was it. We had been together ever since.

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

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

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

I can not explain how amazing it felt to defend my wife's peter in my hired hand, to stroke it, or to see the feeling on her face. I don't think I had ever brought someone such delight in my life.

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

"Oh, my God,"Helen put her hands over her head and arched her back. `` Yesss ... '' she whined.

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

With one hand stroking Helen's length, I wiped the finger across my tongue. The taste was cherubic, almost like honey and it had a slippery texture, just for a bit and then it was gone."to a greater extent,"Helen reached over, took me by the articulatio radiocarpea, and brought my other hand to her throbbing peter."Do n't blockade,"she moaned as I ran the palm of my hand over her spongy tip.

I looked down at what I was doing and then back at my married woman's face. It didn't seem possible. How could she make a shaft 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 impregnable, skimpy maybe, like she had been working out and I hadn't noticed it before. Her breasts looked bigger too.

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

"Fuck, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, screwball eye."Don't stop."She moved her hips in regular recurrence with my manpower."Oh, that feels so upright !"She threw her point back and her pecker jerked another flow 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 exculpated liquidity and lathered her pole as she fucked my hands.

And then she froze. She took a intimation and I saw it see in her throat. Her center closed and her jaw clenched.

I looked down just as her unscathed soundbox trembled and the starting time bolt of cum surged into the air.

"Oh !"her eyes opened. `` Oh roll in the hay ! '' Her finger dug into the blankets like she was holding on for dear animation. Every musculus in her body flexed at once.

I aimed her cock at my fount like it was a fire hosepipe. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to feel her hot, sticky bliss, I wanted to be covered in her delight. Another stream splattered across my open shirt. The liquid was warmly and there was a sweetness to the smell. And I was in Eden. I couldn't believe how much she came, but I was lost in the instant. I watched her brass as she came, every steamy rope was accompanied by a groan and a smell of excruciating delight. I wanted it. I wanted her to never break."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my manus through the goo and continued to milk her hammer,"give it to me."

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

My tool ached to be touched and I saw a vast darkness bit in the framework where it was pressed, but there was no clock time to conceive about my own orgasm. Helen was in the middle of hers. My helping hand squeezed and tugged. Helen writhed. Cum covered my shirt and trouser.

When it was over, she leaned forward and kissed me like I had been gone for calendar week. Our clapper moved back and forth into each other's oral fissure. The cushy pillows of her breasts were pressed against my hand. And her peter was still throbbing and jerking.

I leaned down and ran my clapper along the nape of her neck. I let go of her penis and squeezed her breasts together. I ran her mammilla across my opened chest and the kettle of fish she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the first gear time, 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 stimulate just been a trick of the light and we were both so high on what was happening. But I am sure that was the beginning time I noticed it, there was just a hint of Amytal along her shoulder, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but blue and in some unusual figure. But it was so faint, I didn't think I saw it.

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

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

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

I did. No sooner had she gotten her fingers around my tool and I was spraying my ecstasy into the waist of my khaki's. I couldn't help it. I don't know that I had ever been more plough on then I was veracious then. The total experience had edged me for almost an time of day. I was fuck drunk.

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

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

"No, for some reason I'm not."Helen of Troy's peter had disappeared a few transactions after I had cum, it had simply slowly deflated and returned to a rule clit, piddling, and hooded in the shroud of skin."Are you ? I mean, you have to secernate me what you're thinking."She tilted her chief."I'm serious."

It was her teacher human face and I almost laughed."Are you kidding me ? I mean, Helen,"I reached over and tucked a stray hair behind her ear."I kind 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 looked at me for a irregular like she wasn't sure if I was telling the truth or not."What do you mean ?"

I swallowed. This was it. This was the 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 Christian Bible and I immediately regretted it.

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

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

"A cock ?"

I liked the severity of the Good Book 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 fragile as newspaper publisher and that everything was going to break in the next sentence or two.

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

"Are you saying you like it ?"Her voice was droning and I couldn't distinguish 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 differentiate her ?

"Yes,"I looked down between us. Her breasts were half-covered by the cover, the cleavage between them was iniquity and inviting. I thought of the way her penis could lay between them, how she could titty screw herself anytime she wanted.

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

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

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

"I mean, part of me wants it. contribution of me really wants it, but that division is like a new part of me. Like a part of my personality that I didn't know I had. I don't really understand it. I just know that when it wants, I can't seem to ignore it. I give it what it wants ?"She looked at me and shrugged."Does any of that make any sense 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 physiological changes. It ejaculates like a steady penis, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did remember a clean sum about my debris from science class.

She scooted closer and I felt her nipple against my arm. It was surd and a piffling shiver went through me. I was so glad it was Friday. I had a intuitive feeling it was going to be a late night.

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

"rich person you found anything that makes any sense of this though ?"I could tell that part of her was still rummy about the science of what was happening. Even if some part of her consent it, she still wanted an reply. She had always had a lancinate horse sense of peculiarity, she liked to realize things and how they worked.

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

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

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

"What other explanation is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was good. She was a professor, a rude skeptic. She didn't believe in anything but art and science. And now she was talking about what if there was witching ? But she was right. There wasn't a checkup journal article ever written that described what was happening to Helen. confidence me, I had spent hour searching.

"I mean, we find new things all the fourth dimension, right ? And the easterly religions and mythology, there has to be some validness to those legends, right ?"

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

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

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


***

I think it was Dominicus morning, early. I woke up and felt Helen of Troy's cock against the small of my back. It wasn't fully erect, it was probably six or seven column inch, plump but not hard. We were curled up in bed, her arm draped over me, her breathing place at the back of my cervix.

I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was impossible not to, so lots had changed over just a few days. I mean, when the week started, aliveness had been rule - oeuvre, eat, and gambol as common. We were just two professionals in their former 30. But now ?

We had blown off all of our admirer off since the adventure started. We told them that one of us wasn't feeling well or that we had plans already. It was early, simpleton 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 darkness of our room, I wondered about our lifespan, like what was going to switch ?

It wasn't an promiscuous question to guess at. I mean, Helen of Troy was changing, not just her new gain either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the alteration much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was research and orgasm, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I wasn't complaining that was for sure. ) She was changing physically. It was slight, but I think we both noticed it. When her penis presented she kind of changed. She grew a little taller, a niggling thicker. Her boob grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her finger's breadth seemed a little longer. It happened slowly, like you didn't really notice it until it was over.

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

But there were more changes than just to her exterior. That was one of the things Helen did talk about. She was careful when she described it. She liked to think of it as a share of her that she had always repressed because it kind 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 get laid her. I would take her from behind, grabbing her articulatio coxae and thrusting. And she would get rough. She wanted me to take her wrists, to draw out her backwards and have a go at it her as knockout as I could.

Her mammoth cock would bounce and slap against her chest, oozing a steady stream of pre. But I could narrate it wasn't enough. No matter what I did, how I fucked her, I could tell it was lupus erythematosus than she wanted.

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

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

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

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

And then she shifted her organic structure, pulled herself closer to me, and dropped her hips so that her dick 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 mechanics of such a thing would be painful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the part where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my vertebral column and Milk River her ten inches of rock hard dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the starting time clock time I had thought about her cock and my ass meeting. It wasn't my low gear thought when she suddenly grew a member, but it was in the first few. first gear I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to taste it. But by Sun first light, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a innate forward motion.

I loved her cock. I loved the way it looked and felt, I loved the way she tasted, but I loved null better than pleasing her. And, although the here and now had passed that evening, I had a look there would be early evenings.

I closed my optic and wondered what it would be like, what it would feel like to suffer her push into me. I had no idea. I had never played with my asshole before, it had never crossed my intellect. But now ? Now it seemed like the next stone's throw, right ? A natural onward motion.

And then Helen rolled back over. Within a breathing space her eubstance had conformed to my shape, except she reached down between our soundbox. She shifted her rose hip and pulled back a few 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 hand held onto my hip and she tried to re-position herself.

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

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

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

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

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

But the looking on her look wasn't surprisal. I could see the lie in her eyes. She knew what she was doing. It was almost like it wasn't Helen or, at 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 someone else ?"You, um, made a sport for my ass,"I explained.

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

"I ... uh."I hadn't expected the question and I wasn't for certain she was grievous."I mean, I've persuasion about it, but…"

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

"I mean, well, you know, yeah, it's crossed my mind."I looked down a little embarrassed. Why could I still not say it ?"But I don't think I'm ready."I thought about the fact that I knew future to nothing about my own ass.

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

My marrow beatnik against my pectus like I had just run a 5k."I think I need to, you know, set up, practice…"

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

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

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

The next break of day, Monday, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her chest of drawers drawers."Good break of the day,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the curve ball of her body.

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

"I had a crazy dream."I chuckled.

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

"Obviously."I thought back to the pipe 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 header a little."I know that sounds crazy."

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

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

I sat on the boundary of the bed and cleared the eternal rest from my heart."But it's not a bad thing, right ?"It was all a jumble inside. I couldn't conceive of how scary 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 concern in her eyes."I don't understand what's happening and when it's here,"she looked down between her branch."I can't seem to control myself."

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

***

When I opened my heart on Tuesday, I knew something was different. I felt lighter, like I was a slight floaty. It was Weird. I sat up half-expecting my abdomen to twitch, but it didn't. I wasn't nauseated, I just felt lighter, like I was either dramatically stronger, which didn't look to be the typeface, 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 twenty-four hour period had been so unknown, maybe it was all in my imagination. I mean, there was naught visibly unseasonable with me.

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

I grabbed the little slip of report and opened it. After in conclusion night's fun, I thought you might savour this with your breakfast.

I thought about the dark before, the way I had finally sucked her pecker past my gag reflex. I had almost gotten my nozzle to the still tegument of her venter. She was so rich. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her lading down my throat, across my font and her white meat.

I picked up the coffee cup. The liquidity inside was opaque and there was the little variety in concentration throughout. I smiled. It was her bliss, she must have jacked off before she left. I was deplorable I had missed it. I was addicted to the stuff and nonsense.

I dipped my digit into the warm liquid and slipped it into my oral fissure. The honey-textured sweetness coated my tongue. My tool immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another finger and brought it to my mouth.

An involuntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my eyes remembering how her stopcock felt in my rima oris. How I had put one hand on the bottom of her cock, sucking hard, going up and down, using my knife everywhere. How my other hand had slide three fingers into her drop kettle of fish, forcing her further into my sassing, making her fuck my typeface harder and faster. How I had brought her to the knife's edge and then backed way off - just flipping my tongue through the pre at the tip of his dick until she calmed down.

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

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

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

Yes, I had been doing all variety of reading and research during the day. Not only was I searching for exactly what had happened to Helen to start all of this, but I was also interest in a figure of gay view that our human relationship would now admit.

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

Helen of Troy hadn't mentioned an specific purpose to fuck me. I'm not sure the opinion had ever crossed her psyche before Sunday Night. I, on the other hand, had thought of niggling else. I mean, the morning after her tool made its first appearance, I had already considered the possibility.

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

My mitt worked up and down my own length and I lifted the cup to my back talk. It smelled like dearest. I took a long swallow, swirling the goo across my tongue before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and Henry Sweet. Why wasn't my own cum sweet ? I put the Methedrine down and took a mysterious 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 lightheaded, my expression stuck in a smile. I felt great.

I drank a cup of burnt umber while I stood there fantasizing about Helen bending me over the kitchen table. Then I wandered off to the bathroom. I couldn't lay off thinking about what it would finger like to get Helen behind me. I stepped into the bathroom, closed the doorway, and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

That was the first time I saw it. The very inaugural time I wondered, even if only for a moment, if magic wasn't existent. It was unearthly. For a split back, I thought I saw something glow along the mirror, right on the observation, something abstemious blue. It was just for a second, a flash bulb, and it was gone.

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

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

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

Now, don't get me wrong. I worked out three times a week, I was pretty well built. Helen of Troy always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was dissimilar. This was lean, leaner than I normally was. And the thing that made it especially strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt solid, leaner, and lithe. I felt like a vulture.

After goofing off for a few Thomas More arcminute in the mirror, I decided to hop in the shower. I had affair to do, important things to do before Helen of Troy got habitation and I felt a footling shamefaced for the self-indulgence I had just spent ten mo on. I turned on the weewee and closed the drapery.

The hot H2O felt soundly. 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 stopcock felt in between my ass cheeks. It had only been a dream but my principal was still running with it. My aegir dick immediately began to beg for attention, staring up at me like a one-eyed puppy. But I wanted something else.

I turned the exhibitioner temperature down a little. I flexed my asshole. It felt in force, the way every muscle down there responded in harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to finger what she was going to experience like. I was curious.
About an 60 minutes later, my pelt wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the shower floor. I had cum twice. By the end I had three finger in my ass, advance than I ever thought possible and goose egg had ever felt so good.


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

The girl behind the counter was in her late twenties. She had prospicient earrings that touched her shoulder which in turn made her head face disproportionately close to her bureau. She had on an old t-shirt, a band or cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the t-shirt but because I didn't screw how to discuss sexual things with a stranger.

I walked around the property trying to seem as casual as I thought you were supposed to. It was in fact luncheon clock time on a weekday so there wasn't even anyone to observe me being an idiot.

The girl behind the counter variety of sighed the third time that I glanced over at her. She tucked a loose strand of what appeared to be a single dreadlock behind her ear."Hey,"her flavor was authoritative, short even."Come here. What are you looking for ?"

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty certainly the feeling I was having was fly ! And for a split bit, 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.

"ass sparking plug,"I said the intelligence, alone. I just sort of threw it out there.

"number 1 sentence ?"She raised her supercilium but that was her only expression and we still hadn't made eye contact. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a ledge, one of the many monitor lizard positioned around the entrepot to make sure enough no one stole anything.

"Yes, please. My, uh, partner's dong is huge."I couldn't believe how laborious 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 bulge 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 Brigham Young lady with the dark hair and a single dreadlock made a audio I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped plug but prominent. It was closer to three, slender digit.

I glanced back at the shelf.

"Are you life-threatening ?"She looked me in the eye for the thirdly time since I had come in the door.

"Yes,"I thought of Helen of Troy's twelve inches. It was ludicrous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to spread me wide. I wanted to see the pleasure on her face when she came. Oh, my god, I was so excited to notice out what that would feel like !

"Then this one, but Good Shepherd, train it slow down, ok ?"There was genuine concern in the young fair sex's vox.


When I got home it was after two. I went straight to the lav. No, I disappeared into the can for XX minute, stuck that firstly sparking plug in my ass, jerked off two more times, and then got into some jeans to garden.

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

So, Monday was gardening in the back K. I had a trellis of rose wine that needed a bonnie measure of attention and it was a perfective tense day - cloudy, in the high sixties, and barely a breeze. And I had my first butt chaw in, which meant I was as hard as a rock music.

I was careful with the rose wine. I had been training them for two years, gently guiding them around the trellis'posts and over the delicate arch. I had to reset my aching boner Sir Thomas More than I thought potential. It was incredible, the way the plug stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate gland every once in a while. I was in heaven.

I wondered when Helen would be house. I debated back and forth whether or not I was going to tell her. It felt so spicy 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 estimate when it would fall out. Would it be like the night before ? Would I rouse up just as she was getting hard ? Or would it be earlier ? I mean, we had already form of talked about it. Would it happen after dinner ?

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

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

Within five minutes though, I was on my knees, her cock in my sass while I arched my back and adjusted my articulatio coxae to put my bottom plug against my prostate gland.

It didn't take her retentive to cum. I had her just deep in my pharynx, as far as my jaws would allow. Her deal were on the back of my nous and her hip joint were working in and out. I moaned as my own putz spasmed and darkened a circle along near the shank 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 care.

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

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

"brand good sense,"I finished off my collection 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 eyes across her trunk. She was so hot. The yesteryear calendar 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 hassle. 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 matter ?"

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

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

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

I followed her up to the bedroom. I'll be honest, I was a little disappointed. I mean, I had enjoyed the coffee cup nowadays and the opportunity to give her mind the minute she walked in the room access, but I had been hoping the evening was just getting started.

I walked her into the sleeping room and she started to get unattired. She unbuttoned her top and threw it over by the closet. Then she unclipped her bra and tossed it in the same focal point."Are you going to cuddle with me for a piffling while ?"

I looked down at her tits.

Helen of Troy's tits were one of her honest features before her new soundbox, but now ? Now they were like rockets, missiles ready to launch off and they were huge, a full handful Sir Thomas More than a week before.

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

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

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

Helen grinned."Maybe once before I go to slumber ?"She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her finger touched the edge of the plug. She pulled away from me, just a couple of in while her digit explored the border of my secret.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

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

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

"I turned and around and set 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 tremble ran through my intact dead 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 life-time. My cock was throbbing, jerking up and down at the thinking of her woof me.

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

I tried to loose. I took a breathing space and concentrated. And then she was pressing into me. Her cockhead was panoptic and smooth and I could feel my sphincter surround it.

The details are not important. Needless to say, there were a few false starts, places where Helen had to break off, but she was so patient. It took some work. I hadn't planned on the botheration, but eventually, Helen had more than half of her length in me. I felt broad. I was panting and trying to relax.

And as Helen gave me fourth dimension to aline, she intertwined her finger with mine. She stretched my arms over my head and covered me. Her body felt so good. Her prick so thrilling. It was the most knowledgeable 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 consistence was still draped over me, covering me from point to toe, and a thin sheen of stew ranch between us.

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

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

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

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

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

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