I heard the moaning the mo I opened the door and, I'll be good, I was pretty sure Helen of Troy was upstairs having sex with person that wasn't me. You know how your psyche immediately jumps to the worst case scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're thinking is almost statistically unacceptable. But your brain doesn't care. It always thinks the mop up matter first.

And that's what I thought when I opened the door. I thought she was having an social function. 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 consume become immediately angry. They might give slammed the door and thrown their briefcase across the elbow room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to vote out somebody. nigh citizenry would have lost their jack immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the handle. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the look door as quietly as I could and cower up the stairs carefully trying to remember every stain that creaked.

And then I was in social movement of the room access. I heard the bed creak and then another soft groan. I stepped finisher. I heard a slurping auditory sensation. I bet she's giving him a cock sucking. And then, like my judgment was one of those fast-forward movie montages, my wit showed me a yard memories of my married woman's blowjobs. God, she was effective at giving top dog. Always had been.

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

I took a deep breathing time and reached for the threshold handle. Whatever was going on, I was about to notice out. I opened the door and found Helen. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a bole of flesh so with child, she actually had the glans in her back talk. Yes, it had grown large enough that she could blow it and was apparently enjoying the new found sensation.

It had been two daytime 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 estimate why it had happened. It simply had. At 2:30 in the dawn, she woke up with a cock between her legs. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her congested clit that had somehow evolved to expel more seed than I had ever seen.

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

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

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

My nous shifted power train. My worry and fear about an affair were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the first sentiment that crossed my mind was ... Oh my God, that is so fucking sexy. And then I thought that I should probably separate her how I felt about her new supplement. I mean, I had been very heedful when her clit expanded. Every fourth dimension she had gotten a boner over the past times couple of years, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific oddity.

But in reality, I could n't stop thinking about her peter. Every fourth dimension I thought about it, my own dick would inspissate.

It took her a second to clear that the threshold was receptive and I was standing there. I mean, it would have taken me a second too.

She turned her head and our centre 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 describe it, it was wish strength or confidence, maybe it was arrogance, but whatever it was form of intimidating.

"Lucas ? I…"she sputtered holding onto her turncock with one hand while a copious sum of money of precum dribbled over her fingerbreadth."... it came back. I was at school."Her script 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 dick was instantly gruelling. I looked down at hers. It was impossibly big. I mean, it was half the girth of my forearm and a solid ten or 12 inch. It glistened from the pre that she kept rubbing up and down.

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

I do n't sleep together why I was so instantly attached to the matter. 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 assure you how many times I masturbated during those first base few days. Every time I took a shit, I masturbated. To be honest, I was a piffling disappointed when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My rima oris watered.

"I couldn't break it. It just kept getting bigger."Helen's deal 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 forefront."It's fine, mind it's going to be okay."I moved toward the bed. I was apprehensive she was going to panic. I tried to unbutton my shirt as fast as I could. This was my chance, I could feel it. I did n't take my eyes off it. It was mesmerizing watching her stroke herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to play too.

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

Helen was sitting up against the headboard, her genu bedspread, her pussy had already left a wet berth on the blanket.

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

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

"George Lucas ?"Helen of Troy looked at me and then at the protrusion along the battlefront of my khakis."Are you hard ?"

It felt the like time stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to nothing. My brain froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed voiceless and glanced at her dick again. All I wanted to do was touch it, enwrap my digit around it. The fact that she was on the very edge of an coming 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 of clear pre fell onto the bed.

I swallowed hard again. I could feel a cool perspiration along my brow. What if she did n't care my resolution ? There were so many ways this could go wrong. I was suddenly block and ashamed and terrified of losing her."steady, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing turncock she was holding onto and my own ached to be touched,"I love you no subject what."I said.

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

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

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

Helen was the most beautiful girl I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying instruction and I was studying computer architecture. I met her at a sorority function, she was a guest of one of the sisters. We has both been standing on the sidelines of the party when the signal caller for the team took a flying leap into the puddle with all of his dress on. Helen of Troy 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 acquaintance. We did everything together. I had never had so much in rough-cut with another soul or such a cool prison term hanging out with them. She was the best matter that had ever happened to me.

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

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

I can not explain how baffle it felt to keep back my wife's turncock in my paw, to stroke it, or to see the look on her face. I don't think I had ever brought someone such pleasure in my life.

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

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

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

With one hand stroking Helen's length, I wiped the fingerbreadth across my tongue. The gustatory sensation was sweet, almost like honey and it had a slippery texture, just for a irregular and then it was gone."more,"Helen reached over, took me by the wrist, and brought my early hand to her throbbing dick."Do n't stop,"she moaned as I ran the medal of my bridge player 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 hold a tool like this ? And what else was happening to her ?

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

I thought of how many time Helen of Troy had given me a mitt job, how she had stroked me, her clutches and how she concentrated on exactly what I liked. I glanced back at Helen 's nerve. She was lost in ecstasy. I kept moving my handwriting sliding them up and down. All I wanted was to please her.

"nookie, George Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, crazy eyes."Don't stop."She moved her rose hip in rhythm with my paw."Oh, that feels so in force !"She threw her nous back and her shaft jerked another stream of precum.

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

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

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

"Oh !"her eyes opened. `` Oh fuck ! '' Her finger's breadth dug into the blanket like she was holding on for earnest life. Every brawn in her body turn at once.

I aimed her cock at my aspect like it was a fervor hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to feel her hot, viscid bliss, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another watercourse splattered across my open shirt. The liquid was warm and there was a fragrance to the smell. And I was in Heaven. I couldn't believe how much she came, but I was lost in the here and now. I watched her face as she came, every gummy forget me drug was accompanied by a moan and a look of excruciating pleasure. I wanted it. I wanted her to never stop."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my handwriting through the goo and continued to milk her hammer,"give it to me."

She moaned and threw her straits back."piece of tail !"Another torrent of cum sprayed across my neck opening.

My cock ached to be touched and I saw a huge dark pip in the fabric where it was pressed, but there was no time to think about my own orgasm. Helen was in the midsection of hers. My hands squeezed and tugged. Helen writhed. Cum covered my shirt and drawers.

When it was over, she leaned forward and kissed me like I had been gone for weeks. Our knife moved back and forth into each early's mouth. The soft pillows of her white meat 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 breasts together. I ran her nipples across my open chest of drawers and the mess she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the initiative time, the shimmer. It was just for a second, 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 antic of the tripping and we were both so high on what was happening. But I am for certain that was the 1st time I noticed it, there was just a hint of blue along her articulatio humeri, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but gamey and in some unusual pattern. But it was so faint, I didn't think I saw it.

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

It was so shut, and I wanted to so bad. But I didn't. I didn't know how easy 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 reached into my pants and wrapped her mitt around my cock."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 aid it. I don't know that I had ever been more turned on then I was right-hand then. The intact experience had edged me for almost an time of day. I was fuck drunk.

We kissed and fondled each other for another few minutes before I got up, got undressed, and got a weaken towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we sort of both decided that it was fourth dimension to spill the beans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Worried ?"It was an fair doubtfulness. I wasn't worried in the least that my married woman had a XII inch dick that was a solid three or four in in diam. I wasn't worried at all. I don't know exactly why I wasn't but the fact was - I was excited about it. But how do you say that without sounding crazy, right ?"I mean, I would like to have sex what's going on, but if that's the way ... I mean, if you are going to have a…"I didn't know what to call it. I hadn't thought about it - did she think of it as something different ? What did she foretell it in her psyche ?

"A putz ?"

I liked the hardness of the word 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 large, right ?"I tried not to sound nervous, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as slenderize as newspaper publisher and that everything was going to pause in the adjacent prison term or two.

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

"Are you saying you like it ?"Her voice was droning and I couldn't recount what she wanted. Did she want me to be excited or did she want me to be weirded out ? Which one was going to make her happy ? I knew where I stood. But could I recite her ?

"Yes,"I looked down between us. Her white meat were half-covered by the blanket, the cleavage between them was dark and inviting. I thought of the way her member could lay between them, how she could titty be intimate herself anytime she wanted.

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

"It's so strange,"she sighed,"it's like I don't know how to feel about it, like there's a voice 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 consume it when it's really, really,"she paused and grinned,"enjoyable ? Is that the Word of God I want ?"

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

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

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

She scooted penny-pinching and I felt her tit against my arm. It was hard and a petty quiver went through me. I was so sword lily it was Friday. I had a feeling it was going to be a late night.

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

"rich person you found anything that makes any sense of this though ?"I could order that voice of her was still curious about the science of what was happening. Even if some section of her accepted it, she still wanted an answer. She had always had a great horse sense of peculiarity, she liked to understand things and how they worked.

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

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

"Like the level with legerdemain and goddesses and stuff ?"It was all either of us had found, a million websites devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent minute on them, flipping through the main galleries of hentai and futa, reading the chronicle posted across the net.

"What other explanation is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was serious. She was a prof, a cancel skeptic. She didn't believe in anything but art and science. And now she was talking about what if there was magic ? But she was right. There wasn't a health check journal clause ever written that described what was happening to Helen of Troy. Trust me, I had spent time of day searching.

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

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

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

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


***

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

I laid there and quietly thought about the hebdomad. It was inconceivable not to, so practically had changed over just a few days. I mean, when the workweek started, life had been pattern - work, eat, and play as usual. We were just two professionals in their other 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, dim-witted lies that gave us a few days to forecast 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 liveliness, like what was going to vary ?

It wasn't an easy question to supposition at. I mean, Helen was changing, not just her new gain either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the modification much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was research and sexual climax, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I wasn't complaining that was for sure as shooting. ) She was changing physically. It was slight, but I think we both noticed it. When her penis presented she variety of changed. She grew a little taller, a little thicker. Her knocker grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her digit seemed a footling longer. It happened slowly, like you didn't really point out it until it was over.

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

But there were more changes than just to her outside. That was one of the things Helen did blab about. She was thrifty when she described it. She liked to believe of it as a part of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared her. She liked to be a lilliputian dominant. She liked to be strong.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me lie with her. I would take her from behind, grabbing her rose hip and thrusting. And she would get approximate. She wanted me to take her articulatio radiocarpea, to commit her backwards and have it away her as backbreaking as I could.

Her mammoth cock would bounce and slap against her chest, oozing a steady current of pre. But I could say it wasn't enough. No matter what I did, how I fucked her, I could tell it was less 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 position of Helen of Troy, especially when we were all sex-crazed.

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

I couldn't Tell if she was awake or not but her dick was still punishing 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 variety of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the situation was wrong. I knew the machinist of such a matter would be abominable, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the part where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my back and milk her ten inches of rock backbreaking dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

I froze. The instant was over. My shaft was throbbing.

It wasn't the first time I had thought about her pecker and my ass coming together. It wasn't my first thinking when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the first few. First I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to savor it. But by Sun good morning, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a natural patterned advance.

I loved her dick. I loved the way it looked and felt, I loved the way she tasted, but I loved zero better than pleasing her. And, although the bit had passed that evening, I had a impression there would be other evenings.

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like, what it would experience like to throw her push into me. I had no idea. I had never played with my asshole before, it had never crossed my mind. But now ? Now it seemed like the next footfall, right ? A natural progression.

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

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 impression, it tickled and surprised me. I moved away but her handwriting held onto my hip and she tried to re-position herself.

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

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

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

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

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

But the look 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 to the lowest degree, the Helen I was used to. This was the new Helen.

I liked it, the confidence and strength, but it also scared me because I didn't know it well. Could I trust it ? Was it still mostly the Helen of Troy I loved or person else ?"You, um, made a bid for my ass,"I explained.

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

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

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

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

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

My eye pulsation against my bureau like I had just run a 5k."I think I need to, you know, develop, practice…"

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

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

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

The following morning, Monday, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser drawers."unspoilt morning,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the curves of her body.

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

"I had a crazy dream."I chuckled.

"Yeah ?"she whispered like there was somebody else in the way 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 serious.

"What do you mean ?"

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

"No, it's fine."I got up from the bed, my good morning wood 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 part and her face was grievous."Sometimes I feel like I'm a different person."

I sat on the border of the bed and cleared the sleep from my eyes."But it's not a bad thing, right ?"It was all a welter interior. I couldn't opine 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 concern in her eyes."I don't understand what's happening and when it's here,"she looked down between her peg."I can't seem to control myself."

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

***

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

I stood up. Everything seemed to work. Nothing was sore, nothing looked bruised. I rubbed my eyes. The last few Clarence Day had been so strange, maybe it was all in my imagination. I mean, there was cipher visibly unseasonable with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all blear-eyed and exhausted. following to the coffee Godhead were two coffee bean cups set out on the counterpunch so I would mark them. One was evacuate and one had a musical note in front of it.

I grabbed the little slip of paper and opened it. After last night's fun, I thought you might enjoy this with your breakfast.

I thought about the night before, the way I had finally sucked her cock past my gag instinctive reflex. I had almost gotten my nozzle to the smooth skin of her abdomen. She was so mystifying. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her onus down my throat, across my face and her bosom.

I picked up the coffee cup. The liquid inside was opaque and there was the tenuous change in density throughout. I smiled. It was her bliss, she must have jacked off before she left. I was good-for-nothing I had missed it. I was addicted to the stuff.

I dipped my finger into the affectionate liquidity and slipped it into my rima oris. The honey-textured pleasantness coated my tongue. My dick immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another finger and brought it to my mouth.

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

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

The last hebdomad had been a sexual tornado and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost unsufferable to consider. Nothing as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger's breadth in my wife's spunk and thought back over it all, her member appearing, the first blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure she was going to know me - at some point.

I had already started inquiry on the guinea pig. 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 sort 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 occupy in a number of homosexual prospect that our human relationship would now let in.

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

Helen hadn't mentioned an particular intention to be intimate me. I'm not sure the thinking had ever crossed her nous before Dominicus night. I, on the other hand, had thought of minuscule else. I mean, the first light after her turncock made its first appearance, I had already considered the possibility.

I swirled my digit through her nectar again and imagined her stroking herself into the cup while I slept, standing in the kitchen gripping her 12 inches. What was she thinking about ? Me ?

My hand worked up and down my own length and I lifted the cup to my rim. It smelled like love. I took a retentive swallow, swirling the goo across my spit before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and sweet. Why wasn't my own cum sugariness ? I put the glass down and took a late intimation. It was just like it had been the night before. Helen's cum affected me like inebriant. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a little swooning, my brass stuck in a smile. I felt great.

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

That was the first time I saw it. The very first time I wondered, even if only for a minute, if wizardly wasn't real. It was unearthly. For a split indorsement, I thought I saw something glow along the mirror, right on the reflection, something light Amytal. It was just for a s, a flash, and it was gone.

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

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

But then I form of got caught up in the reflexion, the vernal man staring back at me. I was looking pretty good, if I did say so myself. I flexed my arm and watched the muscle bulge. I changed the pose and noticed that I was lithe, like I was a cat, a tiger or a chetah.

Now, don't get me wrong. I worked out three meter 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 skimpy, leaner than I normally was. And the thing that made it especially strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt stronger, leaner, and lithe. I felt like a predator.

After goofing off for a few Thomas More transactions in the mirror, I decided to hop in the shower. I had things to do, important things to do before Helen got home and I felt a trivial guilty for the self-indulgence I had just spent ten arcminute on. I turned on the urine and closed the curtain.

The hot piddle felt good. I turned around and let it run down my neck and back. I closed my eyes and thought about the dark before, the way her turncock felt in between my ass cheeks. 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 little. I flexed my asshole. It felt good, the way every sinew down there responded in harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to experience what she was going to feel like. I was curious.
About an hour later, my cutis wrinkled from the weewee, I picked myself up off the exhibitioner floor. I had cum twice. By the end I had three fingerbreadth in my ass, foster than I ever thought possible and nothing had ever felt so good.


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

The girl behind the counterpunch was in her latterly twenties. She had long earrings that touched her shoulders which in spell made her head looking at disproportionately close to her bureau. She had on an old T-shirt, a band or sketch that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the t-shirt but because I didn't fuck how to discuss sexual matter with a stranger.

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

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

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty sure as shooting the touch I was having was fly ! And for a split second, I almost went that way, but instead, I realized what she was doing. She was helping me. We were alone. This was place. Efficient. We were adults.

"stern spark plug,"I said the Son, alone. I just form of threw it out there.

"kickoff time ?"She raised her eyebrow but that was her only manifestation and we still hadn't made eye contact. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a ledge, one of the many proctor positioned around the storage to make sure no one stole anything.

"Yes, please. My, uh, partner's dong is huge."I couldn't believe how unvoiced 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 small and exactly like the I I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a fingerbreadth and a half all-inclusive.

The immature lady with the dark hair and a single dreadlock made a auditory sensation I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped plug but prominent. It was closer to three, slender fingers.

I glanced back at the shelf.

"Are you serious ?"She looked me in the eye for the one-third fourth dimension since I had come in the door.

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

"Then this one, but Jesus, take it slow, ok ?"There was genuine concern in the young cleaning woman's voice.


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

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

So, Mon was gardening in the game thou. I had a treillage of roses that needed a sightly measure of aid and it was a perfective tense day - cloudy, in the high 60, and barely a breeze. And I had my first tooshie chew in, which meant I was as hard as a Rock.

I was careful with the rose. I had been training them for two old age, gently guiding them around the treillage'military post and over the delicate arch. I had to readjust my aching boner more than I thought potential. It was unbelievable, the way the quid stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate every once in a while. I was in heaven.

I wondered when Helen of Troy would be home. I debated back and forth whether or not I was going to tell her. It felt so blue keeping a clandestine 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 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 kind of talked about it. Would it happen after dinner ?

It was the other thing that I variety of liked about the new Helen, she became predominant when her dick was around. She was unattackable, more demanding and aggressive. I loved it. The new side of her made me felicitous, a new aspect to us.

When she came home she was already turned on. Her button had not gone through its splendid translation, 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 feel on me.

Within five mo though, I was on my knees, her hammer in my oral cavity while I arched my backbone and adjusted my rose hip to put my stub plug against my prostate.

It didn't take her foresighted to cum. I had her just deep in my pharynx, as far as my jaws would leave. Her hands were on the back of my head and her coxa were working in and out. I moaned as my own dick spasmed and darkened a circle along near the shank of my denim.
And then I felt it spraying down my throat. I swallowed and Helen of Troy groaned and pressed deeper. My jaw ached but I didn't care.

I wore the chew through dinner. Helen was pretty muted while we ate. She said that Robert had gotten in trouble with some fille, Mika. Something like harassment. She didn't think it was going to be a huge softwood, but she said it was concerning.

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

"Makes sense,"I finished off my home and took a farseeing sip of wine.

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

I thought of the coffee cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How a great deal could I ingest in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my eye across her trunk. 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 board and kissed her.

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

It caught me off precaution and I sat back down at the table."That's the girl's name that filed the title thing ?"

Helen of Troy looked like I had just snapped her out of some mesmeric commonwealth."What ?"She asked.

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

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

I followed her up to the sleeping accommodation. I'll be honest, I was a little disappoint. I mean, I had enjoyed the burnt umber cup present and the chance to give her head the minute she walked in the doorway, but I had been hoping the evening was just getting started.

I walked her into the bedchamber and she started to get unattired. She unbuttoned her top and threw it over by the closet. Then she unclipped her bra and tossed it in the Lapp counselling."Are you going to cuddle with me for a fiddling while ?"

I looked down at her knocker.

Helen of Troy's nipple were one of her best feature film before her new body, but now ? Now they were like rockets, missiles ready to set up off and they were huge, a full smattering Thomas More than a week before.

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

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

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

Helen grinned."Maybe once before I go to catch some Z's ?"She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her fingerbreadth touched the edge of the cud. She pulled away from me, just a couple of inches while her fingers explored the edge of my secret.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

"Butt sparking plug,"the Word of God had served me well earlier and I hadn't even owned one yet.

"Oh my god, are you severe ?"Her hammer continued to grow. It was already longer than mine.

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

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

A shiver ran through my entire body.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

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

She put a hired man on my hip and lined herself up.

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

The detail are not important. Needless to say, there were a few fictitious starts, places where Helen had to break off, but she was so patient. It took some employment. I hadn't planned on the pain, but eventually, Helen had Thomas More than half of her length in me. I felt to the full. I was panting and trying to make relaxed.

And as Helen gave me meter to correct, she intertwined her finger's breadth with mine. She stretched my implements of war over my head and covered me. Her soundbox felt so good. Her turncock so thrilling. It was the most intimate moment I had ever felt.

"I love you,"I said.

"I love you too,"Helen of Troy whispered.

Helen started slowly sliding in and out of me. Her body was still draped over me, covering me from head to toe, and a slim down sheen of sweat bed cover between us.

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

I reached up and tweet my own pap. The pain slashed through me."I'm close,"a great cliff of solve precum oozed onto the mantle.

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

I could feel every mineral 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 got been my resourcefulness, but I thought I could feel her cum gushing inside of me.

She reached around and squeezed my phallus. That was all it took. She moaned as I clamped down around her and pip my load onto the blanket.

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Thanks for reading. Bob Hope you enjoyed the story. This story was lifted from the series : Little Monster on virago. If you would like to see how all of this began and what happens side by side, check it out - it is electric current on chapter 17 !