I heard the moaning the second I opened the room access and, I'll be honest, I was pretty sure Helen was upstairs having sex with someone that wasn't me. You know how your encephalon immediately jumps to the whip guinea pig scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're thinking is almost statistically out of the question. But your brain doesn't care. It always thinks the worst matter first.

And that's what I thought when I opened the room access. I thought she was having an social occasion. I had no idea who it would be with, no one came to beware, but the way she was moaning, I was sure there was somebody up there going to town on her.

Now, some citizenry might have become immediately raging. They might have slammed the door and hurl their briefcase across the way before trudging upstairs like they wanted to kill person. nearly people would have lost their turd immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the handle. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the front door as quietly as I could and fawn up the stairs carefully trying to think of every spot that creaked.

And then I was in front of the door. I heard the bed creak and then another gentle groan. I stepped closer. I heard a slurping audio. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my mind was one of those fast-forward moving picture montages, my mastermind showed me a thousand memory board of my married woman's blowjob. God, she was good at giving straits. Always had been.

Then I had another idea. What if it's a woman ? Then I realized that I hadn't heard anything that led me to trust there was anyone else in the house. I got a sensation that I was ill-timed. Something didn't make sense.

I took a deep breath and reached for the doorway handle. Whatever was going on, I was about to find out. I opened the door and found Helen of Troy. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a tree trunk of physical body so large, she actually had the glans in her mouth. Yes, it had grown large enough that she could absorb it and was apparently enjoying the new recover mavin.

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

Naturally, the last few Day had been interesting. We had both done in insane amount of research, you know trying our best to visualize out what had caused the strange jutting. And we had talked about it around-the-clock.

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

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

My head shifted gears. My vexation and fear about an occasion were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the for the first time intellection that crossed my judgment was ... Oh my God, that is so fucking sexy. And then I thought that I should probably enjoin her how I felt about her new accessory. I mean, I had been very careful when her clit expanded. Every time she had gotten a boner over the past couple of days, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific oddity.

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

It took her a second to bring in that the door was open and I was standing there. I mean, it would cause taken me a second too.

She turned her pass and our eyes met. I saw awe, superfluity, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen of Troy's optic before. I don't really make out how to name it, it was like persuasiveness or self-confidence, maybe it was high-handedness, but whatever it was variety of intimidating.

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

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

There was a traffic jam of Word 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 have it away 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 enjoin you how many clock time I masturbated during those first few days. Every metre I took a shit, I masturbated. To be honest, I was a little disappointed when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My mouth watered.

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

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my head."It's OK, 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 chance, I could palpate it. I did n't take my center off it. It was mesmerizing watching her stroke herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to act too.

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

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

I stared at Helen of Troy, at the unit 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 fingerbreadth came away wet and shiny.

"Lucas ?"Helen of Troy looked at me and then at the jut along the front of my khaki."Are you heavy ?"

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

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

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

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

"ravisher,"I crawled closer,"I don't care."I reached out and wind my fingers around hers."I am yours thick or thin."Her fingers were quick. She kept her clutch and slowly moved her hand up and down.

But the increase pressure of my hand, made her tremor slightly. I looked over her trunk again. My cock had already left a wet mark on my pants. I could n't consider this was happening.

Helen was the most beautiful miss I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying didactics and I was studying architecture. I met her at a sorority function, she was a guest of one of the sisters. We has both been standing on the sideline of the company when the quarterback for the squad took a flying jump into the pool with all of his wearing apparel on. Helen had leaned over to me and said : I never saw that coming. And that was it. We had been together ever since.

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

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

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

I can not explain how dumbfound it felt to hold my wife's prick in my hand, to stroke it, or to see the look on her brass. I don't think I had ever brought someone such pleasure in my life.

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

"Oh, my God,"Helen put her hands over her promontory and arched her vertebral column. `` Yesss ... '' she whined.

I watched the pre rush from her hole again. I wanted to taste it. I moved closer to her, straddling her leg. I reached forward and slew a finger's breadth through the drib at her tip. I lifted it to my pry. I mean, what variety of pre did she have ? Was it like mine ? It looked like it.

With one hand stroking Helen's length, I wiped the digit across my glossa. The taste was sweet, almost like honey and it had a slippery texture, just for a second and then it was gone."More,"Helen reached over, took me by the wrist, and brought my other hand to her throbbing cock."Do n't stop,"she moaned as I ran the ribbon of my manus over her spongelike 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 have a cock like this ? And what else was happening to her ?

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

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

"Fuck, George Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, crazy eyes."Don't stop."She moved her rose hip in rhythm with my hands."Oh, that look so good !"She threw her head back and her shaft jerked another watercourse of precum.

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

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

I looked down just as her whole consistence trembled and the first base dash of cum surged into the air.

"Oh !"her oculus opened. `` Oh fuck ! '' Her fingers dug into the blankets like she was holding on for dear life. Every sinew in her dead body flex at once.

I aimed her tool at my face like it was a blast hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to feel her hot, viscous walking on air, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another stream splattered across my exposed shirt. The liquid was warm and there was a sweetness to the olfactory sensation. And I was in heaven. I couldn't believe how much she came, but I was lost in the moment. I watched her boldness as she came, every sticky rope was accompanied by a moan and a aspect of excruciating delight. I wanted it. I wanted her to never stop."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my hands through the goo and continued to milk her tool,"give it to me."

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

My cock ached to be touched and I saw a huge shadow place in the fabric where it was pressed, but there was no time to retrieve about my own orgasm. Helen was in the middle of hers. My hands squeezed and tugged. Helen writhed. Cum covered my shirt and knickers.

When it was over, she leaned forward and kissed me like I had been gone for weeks. Our clapper moved back and forth into each early's mouths. The easygoing pillows of her breasts were pressed against my paw. And her tool was still throbbing and jerking.

I leaned down and ran my tongue along the nape of her neck opening. I let go of her penis and squeezed her breasts together. I ran her nipples across my receptive chest and the mess she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the first meter, the shimmer. It was just for a endorse, maybe two, and it was vague, like deliquium enough that I wasn't sure it was veridical. I mean, it could have just been a trick of the light and we were both so luxuriously on what was happening. But I am sure that was the firstly time I noticed it, there was just a hint of puritanic along her berm, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but low-spirited 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 get down my head down on her cock.

It was so come together, and I wanted to so bad. But I didn't. I didn't know how well-to-do she was and besides she had just let go. Then I thought of her puss, the glistening snatch below her still rigid tissue.

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

I did. No sooner had she gotten her fingers around my dick and I was spraying my ecstasy into the waistline of my khaki's. I couldn't helper it. I don't know that I had ever been more turned on then I was right on then. The full 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 damp towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we kind of both decided that it was time to verbalise.

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

"No, for some intellect I'm not."Helen's tool had disappeared a few second after I had cum, it had simply slowly deflated and returned to a convention clit, fiddling, and hooded in the winding-sheet of hide."Are you ? I mean, you have to tell apart me what you're thinking."She tilted her question."I'm serious."

It was her teacher case and I almost laughed."Are you kidding me ? I mean, Helen,"I reached over and tucked a divagate hair behind her ear."I kind of got excited the beginning prison term it happened."I felt myself blush. Why was it so embarrassing, why did I hesitate to say it ?

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

I swallowed. This was it. This was the mo where I told my wife 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 word and I immediately regretted it.

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

"Worried ?"It was an honest enquiry. I wasn't worried in the to the lowest degree that my married woman had a twelve inch tool that was a solidness three or four inches 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 loony, right ?"I mean, I would care to know what's going on, but if that's the way ... I mean, if you are going to throw a…"I didn't know what to call it. I hadn't thought about it - did she recollect of it as something different ? What did she call it in her thinker ?

"A cock ?"

I liked the hardness of the discussion 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 putz that's dandy, right ?"I tried not to sound nervous, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as slim as paper and that everything was going to fail in the succeeding sentence or two.

Helen of Troy took a second. She just sorting of stared into my eyes like she was running over her reaction, making surely it was exactly what she wanted to say.

"Are you saying you like it ?"Her voice was drone and I couldn't tell what she wanted. Did she require me to be excited or did she desire me to be weirded out ? Which one was going to spend a penny her happy ? I knew where I stood. But could I tell her ?

"Yes,"I looked down between us. Her breasts were half-covered by the cover, the segmentation between them was dark and inviting. I thought of the way her phallus could lay between them, how she could titty roll in the hay herself anytime she wanted.

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

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

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

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

I laid my mitt over hers."I think it does. The member can't be the only change, right ? There have to be some other physiological changes. It ejaculates like a fixture penis, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did call up a fair measure about my debris from science class.

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

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

"wealthy person you found anything that makes any sense of this though ?"I could tell that part of her was still curious about the science of what was happening. Even if some office of her accepted it, she still wanted an answer. She had always had a keen good sense of curiosity, she liked to empathize matter and how they worked.

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

"No,"she shook her headway 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 stories with magic and goddesses and stuff ?"It was all either of us had found, a million web site devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent hours on them, flipping through the principal galleries of hentai and futa, reading the report posted across the cyberspace.

"What other explanation is there ?"

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

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

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

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

Helen of Troy threw the covers back and rolled on top of me."Give me another hand job,"she pressed her rim against mine and I felt her cock twitching to life.


***

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

I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was inconceivable not to, so much had changed over just a few days. I mean, when the week started, lifespan had been normal - work, eat, and play as usual. We were just two master in their former 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, round-eyed lies that gave us a few twenty-four hours 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 alter ?

It wasn't an loose question 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 coming, which wasn't necessarily a bad affair. I wasn't complaining that was for for certain. ) She was changing physically. It was thin, but I think we both noticed it. When her penis presented she variety of changed. She grew a picayune taller, a little thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she sort of stretched-out, like her fingers seemed a little longer. It happened slowly, like you didn't really notice it until it was over.

It was strange. It felt life-threatening and I loved it.

But there were more variety than just to her exterior. That was one of the things Helen of Troy did talk about. She was careful when she described it. She liked to recall of it as a part of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared her. She liked to be a trivial dominant. She liked to be strong.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me fuck her. I would subscribe to her from behind, grabbing her hips and thrusting. And she would get rough. She wanted me to take her articulatio radiocarpea, to pull her backwards and fuck her as punishing as I could.

Her mammoth stopcock would take a hop and slap against her chest, oozing a unwavering flow of pre. But I could tell it wasn't enough. No matter what I did, how I fucked her, I could evidence 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 make a new side of Helen, especially when we were all sex-crazed.

I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. I shifted a fiddling to get more comfy and Helen of Troy slipped her handwriting around my musculus pectoralis and squeezed,

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

And then she shifted her body, pulled herself closer to me, and dropped her rosehip 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 sort of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the situation was untimely. I knew the car-mechanic of such a thing would be painful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the division where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my back and milk her ten inches of rock hard dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the first of all time I had thought about her cock and my ass meeting. It wasn't my first thinking when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the first few. low gear I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to taste it. But by Sunday morning, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a rude advancement.

I loved her cock. I loved the way it looked and felt, I loved the way she tasted, but I loved aught better than pleasing her. And, although the moment had passed that eventide, 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 idea. I had never played with my son of a bitch before, it had never crossed my judgment. But now ? Now it seemed like the next step, right ? A natural progression.

And then Helen rolled back over. Within a breath her torso had conformed to my shape, except she reached down between our organic structure. 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 nerve.

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

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

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

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

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

I watched her, conflicted. Now I felt guilty. This was not going to serve my display case later. You know, where I tried to explain to her that I did want her to try and have it off me. Just not right now, not this second.

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

I liked it, the authority and strong point, but it also scared me because I didn't know it well. Could I trust it ? Was it still mostly the Helen I loved or soul else ?"You, um, made a manoeuvre for my ass,"I explained.

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

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

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

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

She grinned."Let's see out,"she wrapped her foresightful fingers around the al-Qa'ida of her cock."dorsum up."

My kernel beat against my breast like I had just run a 5k."I think I need to, you know, prepare, practice…"

"nonsense, hail here. I'll be gentle."The smell in her eyes was playful.

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

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

The next good morning, Monday, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser pants."right morning,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the curvature of her body.

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

"I had a crazy dream."I chuckled.

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

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

"Was I mean ?"She was severe.

"What do you mean ?"

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

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

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

I sat on the edge of the bed and cleared the sleep from my eyes."But it's not a bad thing, right ?"It was all a jumble interior. I couldn't imagine how scarey 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 pegleg."I can't seem to control myself."

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

***

When I opened my eyes on Tuesday, I knew something was different. I felt lighter, like I was a lilliputian floaty. It was weird. I sat up half-expecting my breadbasket to turn over, 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 sheath, or I had lost a few pounds.

I stood up. Everything seemed to exploit. nil was sore, cipher looked bruised. I rubbed my eyes. The final stage few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. had been so foreign, maybe it was all in my resource. I mean, there was zip visibly unseasonable with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary-eyed and exhausted. Next to the coffee God Almighty were two coffee tree loving cup set out on the retort so I would notice them. One was abandon and one had a note in nominal head of it.

I grabbed the little pillow slip of theme and opened it. After last Night's fun, I thought you might love this with your breakfast.

I thought about the night before, the way I had finally sucked her peter past my gag unconditioned reflex. I had almost gotten my nose to the smooth pelt of her belly. She was so deep. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her load down my throat, across my case and her chest.

I picked up the coffee berry cup. The liquid inside was opaque and there was the thin change in denseness throughout. I smiled. It was her bliss, she must own jacked off before she left. I was lamentable I had missed it. I was addicted to the stuff.

I dipped my finger into the warm liquid state and slipped it into my mouth. The honey-textured sweetness coated my glossa. My cock immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another digit and brought it to my lip.

An involuntary groan 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 hand on the butt of her peter, sucking toilsome, going up and down, using my tongue everywhere. How my early paw had slid three fingers into her dripping hole, forcing her further into my rima oris, making her piece of tail my face harder and faster. How I had brought her to the knife's bound and then backed way off - just flipping my tongue through the pre at the tip of his tool until she calmed down.

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

The cobbler's last week 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 spunk and thought back over it all, her member appearing, the world-class blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure she was going to fuck me - at some tip.

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

Yes, I had been doing all kinds of reading and inquiry during the day. Not only was I searching for exactly what had happened to Helen to start all of this, but I was also interested in a number of homosexual facial expression that our human relationship would now include.

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

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific purpose to make out me. I'm not sure the idea had ever crossed her nous before Sunday Nox. I, on the other hired man, had thought of little else. I mean, the morning after her putz 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 inch. What was she thinking about ? Me ?

My helping hand worked up and down my own duration and I lifted the cup to my backtalk. It smelled like dearest. I took a foresightful swallow, swirling the goo across my tongue before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and sugariness. Why wasn't my own cum sweet ? I put the methamphetamine down and took a deep breath. It was just like it had been the night before. Helen's cum affected me like alcohol. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a footling empty-headed, my side stuck in a grin. I felt great.

I drank a cup of burnt umber while I stood there fantasizing about Helen of Troy bending me over the kitchen table. Then I wandered off to the bath. I couldn't block up thinking about what it would feel like to hold Helen behind me. I stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, and caught a coup d'oeil of myself in the mirror.

That was the beginning metre I saw it. The very first time I wondered, even if only for a second, if magic wasn't rattling. It was unearthly. For a split second, I thought I saw something glow along the mirror, right on the reflection, something light source amobarbital sodium. It was just for a endorsement, a flash, and it was gone.

I couldn't William Tell if the unknown light was on them mirror on if had been on me. I looked myself over, but there was nix.

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

But then I kind of got caught up in the thoughtfulness, the Whitney Young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty good, if I did say so myself. I flexed my subdivision and watched the muscular tissue bulge. I changed the pose and noticed that I was lithe, like I was a cat, a Panthera tigris or a cheetah.

Now, don't get me wrong. I worked out three multiplication a hebdomad, I was pretty well built. Helen of Troy always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was different. This was angle, thin than I normally was. And the thing that made it especially unknown was that I felt the way I looked. I felt potent, thin, and lithe. I felt like a marauder.

After goofing off for a few More minute of arc in the mirror, I decided to hop in the exhibitioner. I had matter to do, authoritative affair to do before Helen got home and I felt a trivial guilty for the intemperance I had just spent ten minutes on. I turned on the weewee and closed the drapery.

The hot water felt expert. I turned around and let it run down my neck and back. I closed my heart and thought about the night before, the way her cock felt in between my ass cheeks. It had only been a dream but my promontory was still running with it. My bore 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 fiddling. I flexed my asshole. It felt upright, the way every muscle down there responded in harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to feel what she was going to experience like. I was curious.
About an hour later, my tegument wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the shower floor. I had cum twice. By the end I had three finger's breadth in my ass, encourage than I ever thought possible and zippo had ever felt so good.


I got to the shop by just around tiffin. There was a wet office at the top of my pant, but my t-shirt hid it. My precum had gushed the stallion driving force. I was so unrestrained. 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 shop before ? Or maybe it was just the fact that I had liked the way it felt in the shower. I had liked it a lot. And anything that would help me get Helen inside me - I was all in.

The girl behind the counter was in her late twenties. She had long earrings that touched her shoulder joint which in turn made her chief flavour disproportionately close to her chest of drawers. She had on an old jersey, a band or animated cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the jersey but because I didn't know how to discuss sexual things with a unknown.

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

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

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

"rear end fireplug,"I said the word, alone. I just kind of threw it out there.

"First time ?"She raised her supercilium but that was her simply expression and we still hadn't made eye contact. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many monitors positioned around the shop to shit sure no one stole anything.

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

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

The thing was modest and exactly like the I I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a finger and a one-half wide.

The young lady with the dark hair and a single dreadlock made a sound I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped stopper but great. It was closer to three, lissom 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 of Troy's twelve column inch. It was preposterous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to scatter me wide. I wanted to see the pleasure on her grimace when she came. Oh, my god, I was so excited to find out what that would feel like !

"Then this one, but Christ, carry it slow down, ok ?"There was genuine business concern in the immature womanhood's articulation.


When I got menage it was after two. I went straight to the lavatory. No, I disappeared into the bathroom for twenty minute, stuck that first jade in my ass, jerked off two more than times, and then got into some blue jean to garden.

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

So, Monday was gardening in the hind yard. I had a treillage of roses that needed a fairish amount of attention and it was a perfect day - cloudy, in the high gear sixties, and barely a breeze. And I had my first 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 trellis'spot and over the delicate arch. I had to readjust my aching boner Thomas More than I thought possible. It was incredible, the way the quid stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate every once in a patch. I was in paradise.

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

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

I tried to guess when it would happen. Would it be like the night before ? Would I wake up just as she was getting hard ? Or would it be earlier ? I mean, we had already variety of talked about it. Would it happen after dinner ?

It was the other thing that I kind of liked about the new Helen of Troy, she became dominant when her gumshoe was around. She was potent, more demanding and belligerent. I loved it. The new side of meat of her made me happy, a new prospect to us.

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

Within five minutes though, I was on my stifle, her shaft in my mouth while I arched my spine and adjusted my articulatio coxae to put my buttocks hoopla against my prostate gland.

It didn't take her prospicient to cum. I had her just deep in my throat, as far as my jaws would allow. Her hands were on the back of my head and her hips were working in and out. I moaned as my own pecker spasmed and darkened a rophy 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 care.

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

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

"shuffle good 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 bean cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How very much could I assimilate in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my eyes across her torso. She was so hot. The past tense calendar week had changed her and she had been beautiful before. Now though ? She was something else. I leaned across the board and kissed her.

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

It caught me off guard and I sat back down at the table."That's the young lady's name that filed the claim thing ?"

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

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

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

I followed her up to the bedroom. I'll be honest, I was a little disappointed. I mean, I had enjoyed the coffee cup present and the chance to give her chief the minute she walked in the doorway, 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 wardrobe. Then she unclipped her bra and tossed it in the same management."Are you going to nestle with me for a minuscule while ?"

I looked down at her titmouse.

Helen's pap were one of her unspoiled feature article before her new physical structure, but now ? Now they were corresponding rockets, missiles ready to set in motion off and they were huge, a full handful more than a workweek before.

"Yeah,"I unbuttoned my denim and lifted my leg to consider them off. I remembered the plug or, rather, the hoopla 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 implements of war around my neck, her breasts against my spare chest.

My phallus rose against her thigh and then I felt hers push against mine."Oh ?"

Helen grinned."Maybe once before I go to kip ?"She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her digit touched the edge of the nag. She pulled away from me, just a couple of inches while her fingers explored the edge of my confidential.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

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

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

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

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

A shiver ran through my integral body.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

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

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

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

The details are not important. Needless to say, there were a few false starts, lieu where Helen had to finish, but she was so patient. It took some work. I hadn't planned on the pain, but eventually, Helen of Troy had more than half of her length in me. I felt full. I was panting and trying to slow down.

And as Helen of Troy gave me metre to align, she intertwined her fingers with mine. She stretched my subdivision over my question and covered me. Her trunk felt so full. Her cock so thrilling. It was the most intimate here and now I had ever felt.

"I love you,"I said.

"I love you too,"Helen whispered.

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

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

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

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

I could experience every vena, every inch and breaking ball of her as she pushed and pulled. And then she did it. She pushed into me as deeply as she could. It may give been my imaginativeness, 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 blanket.

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Thanks for reading. hope you enjoyed the story. This story was lifted from the series : Little Monster on Amazon. If you would wish to see how all of this began and what happens following, check over it out - it is flow on chapter 17 !