I heard the moaning the min I opened the door and, I'll be reliable, I was pretty sure Helen was up the stairs having sex with someone that wasn't me. You know how your wit immediately jumps to the worst font scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're thought process is almost statistically impossible. But your mastermind doesn't care. It always thinks the unsound thing first.

And that's what I thought when I opened the doorway. I thought she was having an amour. 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 wild. They might have slammed the doorway and shake off their briefcase across the room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to toss off someone. Most mass would have lost their shucks immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the handgrip. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the front threshold as quietly as I could and fawn up the stairs carefully trying to remember every smear that creaked.

And then I was in front of the door. I heard the bed creak and then another soft moan. I stepped finisher. I heard a slurping sound. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my mind was one of those fast-forward movie collage, my brainiac showed me a thousand memories of my married woman's blowjob. 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 think there was anyone else in the house. I got a sense that I was wrong. Something didn't make sense.

I took a deep hint and reached for the door grip. Whatever was going on, I was about to find out. I opened the door and found Helen of Troy. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a luggage compartment of figure so large, she actually had the glans in her mouth. Yes, it had grown large enough that she could take in it and was apparently enjoying the new find 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 thought why it had happened. It simply had. At 2:30 in the sunrise, she woke up with a cock between her legs. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her engorged clit that had somehow evolved to kick out more come than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the death few solar day had been interesting. We had both done in insane total of research, you know trying our safe to figure out what had caused the foreign gibbousness. And we had talked about it nonstop.

But I think the rationality 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 meretricious, but I think we both knew it, right from the start.

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

My mentality shifted gear mechanism. My vexation and fear about an affair were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the firstly thought that crossed my mind was ... Oh my God, that is so ass sexy. And then I thought that I should probably say her how I felt about her new accessory. I mean, I had been very heedful when her clit expanded. Every time she had gotten a foul-up over the past times couple of sidereal day, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific peculiarity.

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 back to realize that the door was open and I was standing there. I mean, it would have taken me a second too.

She turned her head and our center met. I saw fear, embarrassment, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen's eyes before. I don't really know how to identify it, it was alike enduringness 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 copious amount of money of precum dribbled over her fingers."... it came back. I was at school."Her hand continued to slue up and down her length while she spoke."I don't know why. I don't know what happened."Her voice was a gruff rustle.

And my tool 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 twelve inches. It glistened from the pre that she kept rubbing up and down.

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

I do n't know why I was so instantly attached to the matter. I mean, I had never been excited about another man's turncock 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 commencement few mean solar day. Every time I took a shit, I masturbated. To be honest, I was a little let down when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My mouth watered.

"I couldn't stop it. It just kept getting bigger."Helen's bridge player kept sliding up and down."I don't know what to do ? I can't seem to ... it feels too good."Her intimation came faster and I could tell she was getting close to the end.

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my question."It's very well, listen it's going to be okay."I moved toward the bed. I was upset she was going to panic. I tried to unbutton my shirt as fast as I could. This was my luck, I could experience it. I did n't demand my eyes off it. It was mesmerizing watching her stroke herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to play too.

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

Helen was sitting up against the headboard, her human knee spread head, her pussy had already left a wet position on the blanket.

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

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

"Lucas ?"Helen looked at me and then at the protrusion along the nominal head of my khakis."Are you hard ?"

It felt like metre stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to nothing. My brain froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed strong and glanced at her dick again. All I wanted to do was touch it, wrap my fingers around it. The fact that she was on the very edge of an orgasm was driving me mad."I, um, you know, I mean you're obviously excited."

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

I swallowed hard again. I could feel a sang-froid sweat along my brow. What if she did n't like my resolution ? There were so many ways this could go wrong. I was suddenly embarrassed and ashamed and panicky of losing her."Sweetie, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing cock she was holding onto and my own ached to be touched,"I love you no matter what."I said.

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

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

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

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

We were best Quaker. We did everything together. I had never had so much in vernacular with another person or such a poise time hanging out with them. She was the best affair that had ever happened to me.

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

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

I can not explicate how flummox it felt to hold my wife's cock in my hand, to stroke it, or to see the flavor on her expression. I don't think I had ever brought mortal such pleasure in my life.

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

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

I watched the pre surge from her mess again. I wanted to taste it. I moved closer to her, straddling her leg. I reached forward and slue a finger through the pearl at her tip. I lifted it to my nuzzle. 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 sensation was afters, almost like honey and it had a slippery texture, just for a minute and then it was gone."to a greater extent,"Helen reached over, took me by the wrist joint, and brought my other bridge player to her throbbing gumshoe."Do n't stop,"she moaned as I ran the medal of my helping hand over her spongy tip.

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

She was unlike, even though I really couldn't put my finger on it. She seemed stronger, skimpy 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 of Troy 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 of Troy 's cheek. She was lost in X. I kept moving my hands sliding them up and down. All I wanted was to please her.

"nooky, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, crazy eyes."Don't stop."She moved her hips in rhythm with my workforce."Oh, that feels so good !"She threw her headspring back and her prick jerked another stream of precum.

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

And then she froze. She took a breather and I saw it trip up in her pharynx. Her eyes closed and her jaw clenched.

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

"Oh !"her eye opened. `` Oh fuck ! '' Her fingers dug into the blankets like she was holding on for dear life. Every muscular tissue in her body deform at once.

I aimed her shaft at my face like it was a fire hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to feel her hot, sticky blissfulness, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another flow splattered across my opened shirt. The liquid was warm and there was a fragrance to the flavour. And I was in heaven. I couldn't believe how practically she came, but I was lost in the moment. I watched her face as she came, every viscous roofy was accompanied by a moan and a look of excruciating pleasure. I wanted it. I wanted her to never check."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 drumhead back."Fuck !"Another torrent of cum sprayed across my cervix.

My cock ached to be touched and I saw a immense nighttime dapple in the fabric where it was pressed, but there was no fourth dimension to recall about my own sexual climax. Helen was in the middle of hers. My hands 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 workweek. Our glossa moved back and forth into each other's mouths. The soft pillows of her breasts were pressed against my hand. And her cock was still throbbing and jerking.

I leaned down and ran my lingua along the nape of her neck. I let go of her penis and squeezed her white meat together. I ran her nipples across my heart-to-heart pectus and the jam she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the starting time time, the shimmer. It was just for a endorsement, maybe two, and it was faint, like faint enough that I wasn't sure it was real. I mean, it could have just been a trick of the light and we were both so high on what was happening. But I am sure that was the first of all time I noticed it, there was just a hint of blue along her shoulder joint, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but blue and in some strange approach 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 teacher down on her cock.

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

"Here,"Helen of Troy reached into my gasp and wrapped her bridge player around my putz."It's your turn,"she bit my earlobe.

I did. No sooner had she gotten her finger around my tool and I was spraying my X 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 field then. The full experience had edged me for almost an hour. I was fuck drunk.

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

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

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

It was her teacher grimace and I almost laughed."Are you kidding me ? I mean, Helen,"I reached over and tucked a vagabond hairsbreadth behind her ear."I kind of got excited the first time it happened."I felt myself bloom. Why was it so embarrassing, why did I hesitate to say it ?

Helen looked at me for a endorsement like she wasn't sure if I was telling the the true or not."What do you have in mind ?"

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

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

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

"Worried ?"It was an honest enquiry. I wasn't worried in the least that my wife had a dozen in dick that was a solid three or four in in diameter. I wasn't worried at all. I don't know exactly why I wasn't but the fact was - I was excited about it. But how do you say that without sounding crazy, right ?"I mean, I would like to have a go at it 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 call it. I hadn't thought about it - did she consider of it as something different ? What did she call it in her nous ?

"A cock ?"

I liked the hardness of the word of honor 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 cracking, right ?"I tried not to sound anxious, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as thin as paper and that everything was going to let out in the next time or two.

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

"Are you saying you like it ?"Her interpreter was monotone and I couldn't tell apart what she wanted. Did she desire me to be excited or did she desire me to be weirded out ? Which one was going to throw her happy ? I knew where I stood. But could I separate her ?

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

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

"It's so foreign,"she sighed,"it's like I don't know how to feel about it, like there's a part of me that likes it."She looked down at mine and smiled."I 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,"enjoyable ? Is that the news I want ?"

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

"I mean, division of me wants it. Part of me really wants it, but that part is like a new share of me. Like a share 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 neglect 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 bridge player over hers."I think it does. The phallus can't be the only change, right ? There have to be some former physiological changes. It ejaculates like a steady penis, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did remember a fair amount of money about my junk from scientific discipline class.

She scooted snug and I felt her nipple against my arm. It was laborious and a little shiver 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 subject what."

"wealthy person you found anything that makes any sense of this though ?"I could recount that part of her was still curious about the skill of what was happening. Even if some part of her accepted it, she still wanted an answer. She had always had a keen horse sense of peculiarity, she liked to sympathise things and how they worked.

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

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

"Like the chronicle with conjuring trick 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 chief galleries of hentai and futa, reading the chronicle posted across the cyberspace.

"What other explanation is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was severe. She was a professor, a raw doubter. She didn't believe in anything but art and scientific discipline. And now she was talking about what if there was magic ? But she was right. There wasn't a aesculapian journal article ever written that described what was happening to Helen. confidence me, I had spent hours searching.

"I mean, we find new matter all the time, right ? And the Eastern religious belief and mythology, there has to be some cogency to those fable, right ?"

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

"legerdemain,"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 lips against mine and I felt her cock twitching to life.


***

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

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

We had blown off all of our friend off since the risky venture 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 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 life, like what was going to commute ?

It wasn't an well-off motion to shot at. I mean, Helen of Troy 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 flimsy, but I think we both noticed it. When her penis presented she variety of changed. She grew a little taller, a little thicker. Her white meat grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her fingers seemed a niggling foresighted. It happened slowly, like you didn't really posting it until it was over.

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

But there were Thomas More changes than just to her exterior. That was one of the affair Helen did blab about. She was thrifty when she described it. She liked to cogitate of it as a part of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared her. She liked to be a little dominant. She liked to be strong.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me have it off her. I would take her from behind, grabbing her articulatio coxae and thrusting. And she would get rough. She wanted me to take her articulatio radiocarpea, to pull in her backwards and have it off her as hard as I could.

Her mammoth peter would bounce and slap against her chest, oozing a unshakable watercourse of pre. But I could tell it wasn't enough. No affair what I did, how I fucked her, I could assure it was LE than she wanted.

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

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

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

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

And then she shifted her body, pulled herself closelipped 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 kind of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the office 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 pass over the part where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my rear and milk 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 inaugural time I had thought about her stopcock and my ass meeting. It wasn't my first thought when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the first few. beginning I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to sample it. But by Billy Sunday dawning, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a natural advance.

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

I closed my center and wondered what it would be like, what it would feel like to have her push into me. I had no musical theme. I had never played with my motherfucker before, it had never crossed my head. But now ? Now it seemed like the next step, right ? A natural progression.

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

I waited, unsure of what she was doing.

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

I wasn't ready for the 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 oculus were closed. She was still numb, her stopcock half-erect in her hand."Helen of Troy,"I whispered, not convinced.

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

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

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

I watched her, conflicted. Now I felt guilty. This was not going to help my typesetter's case later. You know, where I tried to excuse to her that I did require her to try and bonk me. Just not right now, not this second.

But the looking on her face 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 authority and persuasiveness, 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 manoeuvre for my ass,"I explained.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No,"I swatted at her hired hand,"soon."

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

The next morning, Monday, when I woke up, Helen of Troy was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser shorts."honest sunup,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the bend 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 somebody else in the room that might get a line us."Was I in it ?"

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

"Was I mean ?"She was dangerous.

"What do you mean ?"

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

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

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

I sat on the bound of the bed and cleared the eternal sleep from my eyes."But it's not a bad thing, right ?"It was all a hodgepodge inside. I couldn't imagine how scary 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 optic."I don't understand what's happening and when it's here,"she looked down between her legs."I can't seem to control myself."

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

***

When I opened my eye on Tuesday, I knew something was different. I felt lighter, like I was a little floaty. It was Weird. I sat up half-expecting my stomach to toss, 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 example, or I had lost a few pounds.

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

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary-eyed and discharge. adjacent to the coffee bean maker were two coffee bean cupful set out on the counter so I would notice them. One was empty and one had a musical note in battlefront of it.

I grabbed the little cutting of newspaper and opened it. After endure dark's fun, I thought you might savor this with your breakfast.

I thought about the Night before, the way I had finally sucked her cock past my gag inborn reflex. I had almost gotten my nozzle to the smooth peel of her belly. She was so deep. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her load down my throat, across my human face and her breasts.

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

I dipped my fingerbreadth into the warm liquidity and slipped it into my rima oris. The honey-textured sweetness coated my spit. My cock immediately began to tighten. I dipped another finger and brought it to my lip.

An involuntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my eyes remembering how her cock felt in my sass. How I had put one helping hand on the prat of her cock, sucking hard, going up and down, using my knife everywhere. How my other script had slid three finger's breadth into her drip hollow, 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 sharpness and then backed way off - just flipping my tongue through the pre at the tip of his dick until she calmed down.

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

The net week had been a sexual crack cocaine and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost out of the question to consider. cipher as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger in my wife's kindling and thought back over it all, her penis appearing, the first blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure as shooting she was going to roll in the hay me - at some 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 actual phallus ? )

Yes, I had been doing all kinds of recital and research during the day. Not only was I searching for exactly what had happened to Helen to originate all of this, but I was also interested in a identification number of homosexual vista that our relationship would now include.

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

Helen of Troy hadn't mentioned an specific design to fuck me. I'm not sure the idea had ever crossed her mind before Billy Sunday night. I, on the former hand, had thought of trivial else. I mean, the morning after her cock made its first visual aspect, I had already considered the possibility.

I swirled my finger 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 script worked up and down my own distance and I lifted the cup to my lips. It smelled like honey. I took a long drink, swirling the goo across my tongue before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and sweet. Why wasn't my own cum sweet ? I put the chalk down and took a deep breath. It was just like it had been the Nox before. Helen's cum affected me like intoxicant. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a minuscule light-headed, my font stuck in a smiling. I felt great.

I drank a cup of coffee tree while I stood there fantasizing about Helen bending me over the kitchen mesa. Then I wandered off to the bath. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like to accept Helen behind me. I stepped into the bathroom, closed the threshold, and caught a coup d'oeil of myself in the mirror.

That was the initiative clip I saw it. The very first sentence I wondered, even if only for a moment, if magic wasn't real. It was uncanny. For a Split second, I thought I saw something gleaming along the mirror, right on the reflection, something light blue. It was just for a second base, a newsflash, and it was gone.

I couldn't tell if the unusual light source 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 effect 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 weapon system and watched the brawniness bulge. I changed the mannerism 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 workweek, I was pretty well built. Helen of Troy always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was unlike. This was tend, skimpy than I normally was. And the matter that made it especially strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt stronger, thin, and lithe. I felt like a predator.

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

The hot body of water felt sound. I turned around and let it run down my neck and back. I closed my optic and thought about the nighttime before, the way her prick felt in between my ass impertinence. It had only been a dream but my head was still running with it. My eager dick immediately began to beg for care, staring up at me like a one-eyed puppy. But I wanted something else.

I turned the shower temperature down a minuscule. I flexed my asshole. It felt good, the way every heftiness down there responded in harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to palpate what she was going to feel like. I was curious.
About an hour later, my skin wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the exhibitioner story. I had cum twice. By the end I had three fingerbreadth in my ass, further than I ever thought possible and zilch had ever felt so good.


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

The female child behind the counterpunch was in her later 1920s. She had prospicient earrings that touched her shoulders which in turn made her capitulum spirit disproportionately close to her thorax. She had on an old t-shirt, a band or cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the tee shirt but because I didn't experience how to talk about sexual things with a stranger.

I walked around the place trying to expect as chance as I thought you were supposed to. It was in fact lunch sentence on a weekday so there wasn't even anyone to check me being an idiot.

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

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty sure the touch I was having was flee ! And for a break 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 adults.

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

"First fourth dimension ?"She raised her brow but that was her merely expression and we still hadn't made eye contact. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many admonisher positioned around the stock to make sure no one stole anything.

"Yes, please. My, uh, cooperator'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 following to where I was."You want to lead off here."She waited until I caught up and then pointed.

The thing was small and exactly like the 1 I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a finger and a half spacious.

The young gentlewoman with the moody hair's-breadth and a single dreadlock made a phone I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped plug but larger. It was closer to three, slight fingers.

I glanced back at the shelf.

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

"Yes,"I thought of Helen's twelve in. It was ridiculous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to disperse me all-inclusive. I wanted to see the pleasure on her face when she came. Oh, my god, I was so excited to detect out what that would feel like !

"Then this one, but Savior, take it slow, ok ?"There was unfeigned concern in the unseasoned woman's voice.


When I got family it was after two. I went straight to the lav. No, I disappeared into the bathroom for XX hour, stuck that world-class plug in my ass, jerked off two more than times, and then got into some jeans to garden.

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

So, Monday was gardening in the back thou. I had a trellis of roses that needed a fairish amount of attention and it was a double-dyed day - cloudy, in the high-pitched 1960s, and barely a breeze. And I had my initiative butt plug in, which meant I was as hard as a rock.

I was careful with the roses. I had been training them for two years, gently guiding them around the treillage'mail and over the delicate arch. I had to readjust my aching boner Sir Thomas More than I thought possible. It was incredible, the way the stopple stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate every once in a while. I was in heaven.

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

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

I tried to guess when it would bump. Would it be like the dark before ? Would I come alive up just as she was getting hard ? Or would it be earlier ? I mean, we had already kind of talked about it. Would it bechance after dinner ?

It was the other thing that I kind of liked about the new Helen, she became dominant when her gumshoe was around. She was secure, more demanding and strong-growing. I loved it. The new side of meat of her made me well-chosen, a new face to us.

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

Within five transactions though, I was on my knee joint, her tool in my mouth while I arched my spinal column and adjusted my hips to put my butt plug against my prostate.

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

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

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

"shuffling 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 burnt umber cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How a lot could I assimilate in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my eyes across her consistence. She was so hot. The past week had changed her and she had been beautiful before. Now though ? She was something else. I leaned across the table and kissed her.

"That girl Mika though,"Helen said."She's difficulty. 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 affair ?"

Helen looked like I had just snapped her out of some mesmerizing res publica."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 serviette 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 acquaint and the chance to chip in her promontory the minute of arc she walked in the doorway, but I had been hoping the even was just getting started.

I walked her into the bedroom and she started to get strip. She unbuttoned her top and threw it over by the closet. Then she unclipped her bra and tossed it in the same guidance."Are you going to nestle with me for a niggling while ?"

I looked down at her titmouse.

Helen of Troy's tits were one of her secure characteristic before her new body, but now ? Now they were alike garden rocket, missiles ready to set up off and they were huge, a full handful to a greater extent than a calendar week before.

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

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

My penis rose against her thigh and then I felt hers get-up-and-go against mine."Oh ?"

Helen grinned."Maybe once before I go to sleep ?"She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her finger touched the edge of the fire hydrant. She pulled away from me, just a couple of column inch while her fingers explored the border of my hidden.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

"tail end male plug,"the Holy Scripture had served me well earlier and I hadn't even owned one yet.

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

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

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

A shiver ran through my full body.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

I spread my thigh. I had never been so certainly about anything in my life. My prick was throbbing, jerking up and down at the cerebration of her filling me.

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

I tried to relax. I took a breath and concentrated. And then she was pressing into me. Her cockhead was wide and unruffled and I could feel my anatomical sphincter surround it.

The details are not crucial. Needless to say, there were a few false startle, places where Helen had to stop, but she was so patient. It took some work. I hadn't planned on the infliction, but eventually, Helen had Sir Thomas More than half of her length in me. I felt full. I was panting and trying to loosen up.

And as Helen gave me time to adjust, she intertwined her finger with mine. She stretched my arms over my head and covered me. Her organic structure felt so good. Her putz 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 soundbox was still draped over me, covering me from nous to toe, and a sparse sheen of travail spread between us.

"You feel so good,"Helen of Troy 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 great drop of exonerated precum oozed onto the blanket.

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

I could feel every vein, every inch and curve of her as she pushed and pulled. And then she did it. She pushed into me as deeply as she could. It may have been my imaging, but I thought I could find 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 buck my load onto the blanket.

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Thanks for reading. Bob Hope you enjoyed the chronicle. This story was lifted from the series : small Monster on Amazon. If you would like to see how all of this began and what happens next, check it out - it is stream on chapter 17 !