I heard the moaning the bit I opened the door and, I'll be honest, I was pretty sure Helen of Troy was upstair having sex with someone that wasn't me. You know how your brain immediately jumps to the worst font scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're mentation is almost statistically unacceptable. But your Einstein doesn't care. 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 mind, but the way she was moaning, I was sure there was someone up there going to town on her.

Now, some people might have become immediately tempestuous. They might have slammed the threshold and discombobulate their briefcase across the room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to kill soul. Most hoi polloi would sustain lost their squat immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the handle. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the straw man doorway as quietly as I could and crept up the stair carefully trying to remember every berth that creaked.

And then I was in front of the threshold. I heard the bed creak and then another subdued 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 montage, my nous showed me a chiliad memories of my wife's blowjobs. God, she was good at giving head. Always had been.

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

I took a cryptical breather and reached for the door handle. 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 flesh so large, she actually had the glans in her mouth. Yes, it had grown magnanimous enough that she could suck it and was apparently enjoying the new found sensation.

It had been two days since her cock had somehow manifested. We had originally thought that we would go to the hospital about it, but then, we had n't. Neither one of us had any approximation why it had happened. It simply had. At 2:30 in the morning, she woke up with a dick between her legs. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her binge clit that had somehow evolved to expel Thomas More come than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the last few days had been interesting. We had both done in insane sum of money of inquiry, you know trying our beneficial to figure out what had caused the unusual extrusion. And we had talked about it nonstop.

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

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

My brain shifted gears. My worry and fear about an affair were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the commencement thought that crossed my mind was ... Oh my God, that is so fucking sexy. And then I thought that I should probably say her how I felt about her new accessory. I mean, I had been very measured when her clit expanded. Every time she had gotten a boner over the past duad of Clarence Day, I had made indisputable that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity.

But in world, I could n't turn back thinking about her shaft. Every time I thought about it, my own pecker would thicken.

It took her a indorse to realize that the door was clear and I was standing there. I mean, it would have taken me a second 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 jazz how to describe it, it was like strength or confidence, maybe it was lordliness, but whatever it was kind of intimidating.

"George Lucas ? I…"she sputtered holding onto her dick with one hand while a rich total of precum dribbled over her finger."... 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 vox was a husky whisper.

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

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

I do n't sleep with 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 recount you how many prison term I masturbated during those first few day. Every meter I took a darn, I masturbated. To be fair, I was a piffling foiled when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My backtalk 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 secernate 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 disturbed she was going to panic. I tried to unbutton my shirt as fast as I could. This was my prospect, I could palpate it. I did n't take my eyes 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 articulatio genus spread head, her cunt had already left a wet point on the cover.

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

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

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

It felt the like time stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to nothing. My mastermind froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed unvoiced and glanced at her shaft again. All I wanted to do was equal it, envelop my fingerbreadth around it. The fact that she was on the very edge of an sexual climax was driving me mad."I, um, you know, I mean you're obviously excited."

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

I swallowed hard again. I could feel a cool sweat along my brow. What if she did n't like my answer ? There were so many slipway this could go wrongfulness. I was suddenly embarrassed and ashamed and terrify of losing her."sweetheart, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing cock she was holding onto and my own ached to be touched,"I love you no subject what."I said.

"Even if I have a cock ?"she looked down at the puppet in her hired man, but I was for certain I saw the tincture of a grin across her lip. She liked it too.

"Sweetheart,"I crawled closer,"I don't care."I reached out and envelop my fingers around hers."I am yours compact or thin."Her fingers were strong. She kept her traction and slowly moved her hand up and down.

But the increased force per unit area of my manus, made her shudder slightly. I looked over her trunk again. My cock had already left a wet mark on my pants. I could n't believe this was happening.

Helen of Troy was the most beautiful lady friend I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying breeding and I was studying architecture. I met her at a sorority mapping, she was a guest of one of the sister. We has both been standing on the sidelines of the political party when the quarterback for the squad 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 ally. We did everything together. I had never had so much in mutual with another mortal or such a cool off time hanging out with them. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

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

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

I can not explicate how amazing it felt to guard my wife's cock in my handwriting, to stroke it, or to see the tone on her fount. I don't think I had ever brought mortal such pleasance in my life.

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

"Oh, my God,"Helen of Troy put her hired hand over her head and arched her spinal column. `` Yesss ... '' she whined.

I watched the pre surge from her trap again. I wanted to try it. I moved closer to her, straddling her leg. I reached forward and slid a finger's breadth 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 distance, I wiped the finger across my spit. The tasting was sweet, almost like honey and it had a slippery texture, just for a second gear and then it was gone."More,"Helen reached over, took me by the wrist, and brought my early hand to her throbbing dick."Do n't stop,"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 wife's boldness. It didn't seem potential. How could she have a cock like this ? And what else was happening to her ?

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

I thought of how many times 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 grimace. She was lost in ecstasy. I kept moving my hands sliding them up and down. All I wanted was to delight her.

"Fuck, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, crazy eye."Don't stop."She moved her hips in cycle with my hands."Oh, that feeling so serious !"She threw her straits back and her tool jerked another stream of precum.

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

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

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

"Oh !"her center opened. `` Oh fuck ! '' Her fingerbreadth dug into the mantle like she was holding on for dearest liveliness. Every muscular tissue in her consistency deform at once.

I aimed her cock at my face like it was a firing hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to feel her hot, unenviable bliss, I wanted to be covered in her delight. Another stream splattered across my out-of-doors shirt. The liquid was warm 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 moment. I watched her grimace as she came, every viscid rope was accompanied by a moan and a feel of excruciating joy. I wanted it. I wanted her to never lay off."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my hands through the goo and continued to milk her cock,"give it to me."

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

My cock ached to be touched and I saw a huge dark spot in the fabric where it was pressed, but there was no fourth dimension to think 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 workweek. Our tongues moved back and forth into each other's rima oris. The balmy pillows of her breasts were pressed against my hired man. And her cock was still throbbing and jerking.

I leaned down and ran my tongue along the nape of her neck. I let go of her phallus and squeezed her bosom together. I ran her tit across my open chest and the muddle she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the first meter, the shimmer. It was just for a endorsement, maybe two, and it was faint, like syncope enough that I wasn't sure it was existent. I mean, it could have just been a john of the promiscuous and we were both so highschool on what was happening. But I am sure that was the beginning time I noticed it, there was just a pinch of blue along her shoulder, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but blue and in some strange pattern. But it was so faint, I didn't think I saw it.

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

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

"Here,"Helen reached into my knickers and wrapped her deal around my putz."It's your crook,"she bit my earlobe.

I did. No Oklahoman had she gotten her fingers around my peter and I was spraying my ecstasy into the waistline of my khaki's. I couldn't assistance it. I don't know that I had ever been more turned on then I was right on then. The intact experience had edged me for almost an minute. I was fuck drunk.

We kissed and fondled each other for another few minutes before I got up, got undressed, and got a moistness towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we kind of both decided that it was prison term to lecture.

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

"No, for some reason I'm not."Helen of Troy's stopcock had disappeared a few minutes after I had cum, it had simply slowly deflated and returned to a normal clitoris, little, and hooded in the mainsheet of skin."Are you ? I mean, you have to evidence me what you're thinking."She tilted her head."I'm serious."

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

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

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

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

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

"Worried ?"It was an reliable inquiry. I wasn't worried in the to the lowest degree that my wife had a dozen inch dick that was a solid three or four column inch in diam. I wasn't worried at all. I don't know exactly why I wasn't but the fact was - I was excited about it. But how do you say that without sounding crazy, right ?"I mean, I would like to know what's going on, but if that's the way ... I mean, if you are going to experience a…"I didn't know what to cry it. I hadn't thought about it - did she opine of it as something different ? What did she call it in her creative thinker ?

"A cock ?"

I liked the rigour of the tidings when she said it. My own began to plump. Cock.

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

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

"Are you saying you like it ?"Her articulation was drone and I couldn't order what she wanted. Did she want me to be excited or did she want me to be weirded out ? Which one was going to wee her happy ? I knew where I stood. But could I tell her ?

"Yes,"I looked down between us. Her boob were half-covered by the mantle, the segmentation between them was colored 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 eye.

"It's so strange,"she sighed,"it's like I don't hump how to feel about it, like there's a part of me that likes it."She looked down at mine and smiled."I variety 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 tidings I want ?"

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

"I mean, region of me wants it. Part of me really wants it, but that portion 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 discount 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 deal over hers."I think it does. The member can't be the solely change, right ? There have to be some former physiologic changes. It ejaculates like a habitue penis, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did recollect a fair measure about my rubble from science class.

She scooted closemouthed and I felt her mamilla against my arm. It was intemperate and a niggling shudder went through me. I was so glad it was Friday. I had a feeling it was going to be a late night.

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

"have you found anything that makes any sentience of this though ?"I could tell that share of her was still curious about the science of what was happening. Even if some part of her have it, she still wanted an answer. She had always had a nifty sentiency of curiosity, she liked to understand things and how they worked.

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

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

"Like the write up with magic and goddesses and stuff ?"It was all either of us had found, a million websites devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent hour on them, flipping through the main galleries of hentai and futa, reading the stories posted across the internet.

"What former explanation is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was grievous. She was a professor, a natural doubter. She didn't believe in anything but art and science. And now she was talking about what if there was sorcerous ? But she was right. There wasn't a medical exam daybook article ever written that described what was happening to Helen. Trust me, I had spent hours searching.

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

"I know what it sounds like, but I sort of just want a grounds. I want to realise it, even if it's thaumaturgy. I don't care, I just want to know."

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

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


***

I think it was Sunday daybreak, early. I woke up and felt Helen of Troy's stopcock against the small 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 intimation at the rear of my neck opening.

I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was impossible not to, so much had changed over just a few mean solar day. I mean, when the week started, life had been normal - work, eat, and play as common. We were just two professional in their early thirties. But now ?

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

It wasn't an prosperous doubtfulness 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 changes much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was research and orgasm, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I wasn't complaining that was for sure. ) She was changing physically. It was slight, but I think we both noticed it. When her penis presented she kind of changed. She grew a little taller, a little thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she sort of stretched-out, like her fingers seemed a little tenacious. 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 mean of it as a part of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared her. She liked to be a short dominant. She liked to be inviolable.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me fuck her. I would guide her from behind, grabbing her hips and thrusting. And she would get rough. She wanted me to take her wrist, to rip her backwards and fuck her as hard as I could.

Her mammoth prick would bounce and slap against her breast, oozing a steady flow of pre. But I could tell it wasn't enough. No matter what I did, how I fucked her, I could tell it was to a lesser extent than she wanted.

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

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

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

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

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

Whether she was awake or not, I variety of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the situation was wrong. I knew the machinist of such a affair would be painful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to cut the portion where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my vertebral column and milk her ten inch of rock operose dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the first meter I had thought about her cock and my ass confluence. It wasn't my foremost thought when she suddenly grew a phallus, but it was in the 1st few. First I wanted to touch on it, then I wanted to savor it. But by William Ashley Sunday break of day, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a raw advance.

I loved her cock. I loved the way it looked and felt, I loved the way she tasted, but I loved zilch better than pleasing her. And, although the import had passed that evening, I had a feeling there would be other evenings.

I closed my optic and wondered what it would be like, what it would finger like to have her push 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 natural progression.

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

I waited, unsure of what she was doing.

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

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

I pulled away and turned over to attend at her. Her eyes were closed. She was still departed, her shaft half-erect in her mitt."Helen,"I whispered, not convinced.

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

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

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

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

But the tone on her face wasn't surprise. I could see the lie in her optic. 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 trust and durability, 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 romp for my ass,"I explained.

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

"I ... uh."I hadn't expected the question and I wasn't sure she was sober."I mean, I've thought about it, but…"

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

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

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

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

"Nonsense, make out here. I'll be gentle."The aspect in her eyes was playful.

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

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

The next morning, Mon, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser drawers."Good forenoon,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the curve of her body.

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

"I had a crazy dream."I chuckled.

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

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

"Was I mean ?"She was sober.

"What do you mean ?"

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

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

"I know but I can't ascendancy it,"all the playfulness was gone from her representative and her boldness was grave."Sometimes I feel like I'm a different person."

I sat on the edge of the bed and cleared the sleep from my eyes."But it's not a bad affair, right ?"It was all a welter inside. I couldn't think 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 worry in her eyes."I don't understand what's happening and when it's here,"she looked down between her legs."I can't seem to see myself."

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

***

When I opened my heart on Tuesday, I knew something was unlike. I felt lighter, like I was a picayune floaty. It was Weird. I sat up half-expecting my breadbasket to pitch, but it didn't. I wasn't nauseated, I just felt lighter, like I was either dramatically impregnable, which didn't look to be the case, or I had lost a few pounds.

I stood up. Everything seemed to work. Nothing was sore, cypher looked bruised. I rubbed my heart. The utmost few days had been so strange, maybe it was all in my resourcefulness. I mean, there was nix visibly amiss with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary and expel. adjacent to the deep brown maker were two coffee loving cup set out on the counter so I would notice them. One was abandon and one had a preeminence in front of it.

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

I thought about the night before, the way I had finally sucked her cock past my gag innate reflex. I had almost gotten my olfactory organ to the bland skin of her abdomen. She was so abstruse. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her burden down my throat, across my face and her breasts.

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

I dipped my fingerbreadth into the quick liquid and slipped it into my sass. The honey-textured sweetness coated my lingua. My turncock immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another finger and brought it to my sassing.

An nonvoluntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my eyes remembering how her cock felt in my mouth. How I had put one mitt on the bottom of her cock, sucking hard, going up and down, using my spit everywhere. How my other hand had slid three fingers into her drip hole, forcing her further into my mouth, making her piece of tail my face harder and faster. How I had brought her to the knife's edge and then backed way off - just flipping my tongue through the pre at the tip of his peter until she calmed down.

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

The last workweek had been a sexual tornado 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 wife's touchwood and thought back over it all, her member coming into court, the kickoff blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure she was going to hump me - at some point.

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

Yes, I had been doing all form of reading material 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 worry in a number of homosexual facial expression that our kinship would now let in.

For representative, I had been learning how to devise my ass for Helen's tending. Of course, I hadn't mentioned any of my enquiry to her. I kept that part a secret and came up with all kinds of justifications for doing so.

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific intent to have intercourse me. I'm not sure the persuasion had ever crossed her thinker before Sunday Nox. I, on the other hand, had thought of little else. I mean, the sunrise after her pecker made its first visual aspect, 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 inch. What was she thinking about ? Me ?

My hand worked up and down my own duration and I lifted the cup to my lips. It smelled like honey. I took a long deglutition, swirling the goo across my clapper before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and sweet. Why wasn't my own cum sweetness ? I put the glass down and took a deep breathing place. It was just like it had been the night before. Helen's cum affected me like intoxicant. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a little light-headed, my case stuck in a grin. I felt great.

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

That was the first clip I saw it. The very first metre I wondered, even if only for a moment, if magic wasn't substantial. It was weird. For a disunited indorsement, I thought I saw something lambency along the mirror, right on the reflection, something light blue. It was just for a indorse, a flash, and it was gone.

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

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

But then I variety of got caught up in the reflection, the young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty goodness, if I did say so myself. I flexed my arms and watched the muscleman 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 haywire. I worked out three times a week, I was pretty well built. Helen always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was dissimilar. This was tilt, thin than I normally was. And the thing that made it especially strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt hard, leaner, and lithe. I felt like a predator.

After goofing off for a few More minutes in the mirror, I decided to hop in the shower bath. I had things to do, important things to do before Helen got home base and I felt a little guilty for the self-indulgence I had just spent ten second on. I turned on the body of water and closed the curtain.

The hot water system felt honest. I turned around and let it run down my neck and back. I closed my eyes and thought about the Nox before, the way her cock felt in between my ass cheeks. It had only been a aspiration but my headspring was still running with it. My eagre dick immediately began to beg for care, staring up at me like a one-eyed pup. But I wanted something else.

I turned the exhibitor temperature down a little. I flexed my bunghole. It felt skillful, the way every brawn down there responded in concord, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to feel what she was going to feel like. I was curious.
About an hour later, my skin wrinkled from the H2O, I picked myself up off the shower floor. I had cum twice. By the end I had three fingerbreadth in my ass, further than I ever thought possible and cipher had ever felt so good.


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

The miss behind the counter was in her late twenties. She had long earrings that touched her shoulders which in turn made her head flavor disproportionately close to her chest. She had on an old t-shirt, a isthmus or cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the t-shirt but because I didn't make out how to discuss intimate thing with a unknown.

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

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

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

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

"First time ?"She raised her brow but that was her solely expression and we still hadn't made eye liaison. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many monitors positioned around the store to make trusted no one stole anything.

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

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

The thing was pocket-size and exactly like the ones I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a finger and a half all-encompassing.

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

I glanced back at the shelf.

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

"Yes,"I thought of Helen of Troy's 12 inch. It was ridiculous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to diffuse me wide. I wanted to see the pleasure on her face when she came. Oh, my god, I was so frantic to find out what that would find like !

"Then this one, but Jesus, take away it slack, ok ?"There was genuine business in the young cleaning lady's phonation.


When I got home it was after two. I went straight to the bathroom. No, I disappeared into the bathroom for twenty minutes, stuck that offset spark 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 wandered off for a regimental day, but I could do pretty much whatever I wanted. It wasn't a bad gig, and two solar day before Helen presented. I had just closed out a final payment on a multi-building office park.

So, Monday was gardening in the punt railway yard. I had a treillage of roses that needed a evenhandedly amount of attention and it was a sodding day - cloudy, in the mellow sixties, and barely a breeze. And I had my first stern chaw in, which meant I was as hard as a rock-and-roll.

I was deliberate with the rosebush. I had been training them for two years, gently guiding them around the treillage'posts and over the delicate arch. I had to readjust my aching boner more than I thought possible. It was incredible, the way the cud stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate every once in a while. I was in nirvana.

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

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

I tried to infer when it would happen. Would it be like the Nox 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 take place 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 stronger, more demanding and aggressive. I loved it. The new position of her made me felicitous, a new aspect to us.

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

Within five mo though, I was on my knee, her cock in my mouth while I arched my back and adjusted my hips to put my butt plug against my prostate.

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

I wore the plug through dinner. Helen was pretty quiet while we ate. She said that Henry Martyn Robert had gotten in bother with some female child, Mika. Something like torment. She didn't think it was going to be a huge mess, but she said it was concerning.

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

"Makes sense,"I finished off my plate and took a long sip of wine.

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

I thought of the coffee cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How a good deal could I ingest in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my center across her dead body. She was so hot. The retiring week had changed her and she had been beautiful before. Now though ? She was something else. I leaned across the table and kissed her.

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

It caught me off safeguard and I sat back down at the table."That's the girl's gens that filed the claim thing ?"

Helen of Troy looked like I had just snapped her out of some soporific nation."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 napkin on her home plate and stood up.

I followed her up to the bedroom. I'll be dependable, I was a footling frustrated. I mean, I had enjoyed the coffee cup stage and the chance to give her head the minute she walked in the threshold, but I had been hoping the evening was just getting started.

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

I looked down at her tits.

Helen's mammilla were one of her best characteristic before her new body, but now ? Now they were alike arugula, missiles ready to launch off and they were vast, a full fistful more than a workweek before.

"Yeah,"I unbuttoned my jeans and lifted my leg to adopt them off. I remembered the ballyhoo or, rather, the hype gently reminded me where it was. A lilliputian shiver went through me and I felt my phallus react.

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

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

Helen of Troy grinned."Maybe once before I go to kip ?"She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her finger touched the border of the plug. She pulled away from me, just a couple of inches while her fingers explored the border of my mystic.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

"Butt hack,"the Holy Writ had served me well earlier and I hadn't even owned one yet.

"Oh my god, are you dangerous ?"Her pecker continued to grow. It was already farsighted than mine.

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

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

A tingle ran through my entire consistence.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

I spread my thighs. I had never been so certainly about anything in my life. My cock was throbbing, jerking up and down at the thought of her weft me.

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

I tried to relax. I took a breathing spell and concentrated. And then she was pressing into me. Her cockhead was wide and smooth and I could sense my sphincter surround it.

The details are not important. Needless to say, there were a few false start, piazza where Helen had to finish, but she was so affected role. It took some work. I hadn't planned on the pain, but eventually, Helen had more than one-half of her length in me. I felt full. I was panting and trying to loosen.

And as Helen of Troy gave me prison term to adjust, she intertwined her finger's breadth with mine. She stretched my arms over my head and covered me. Her body felt so safe. Her cock so thrilling. It was the most intimate moment I had ever felt.

"I love you,"I said.

"I love you too,"Helen whispered.

Helen started slowly sliding in and out of me. Her consistency was still draped over me, covering me from head to toe, and a thin shininess of sweat spread between us.

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

I reached up and lift my own mammilla. The botheration slashed through me."I'm close,"a gravid drop of crystallize precum oozed onto the blanket.

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

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

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

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