I heard the moaning the min I opened the threshold and, I'll be honest, I was pretty certain Helen was upstairs having sex with person that wasn't me. You know how your brain immediately jumps to the uncollectible case scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're thinking is almost statistically unsufferable. But your nous doesn't guardianship. It always thinks the tough thing first.

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

Now, some people might experience become immediately angry. They might have slammed the door and thrown their briefcase across the room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to belt down someone. Most people would have lost their diddly immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the grip. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the front door as quietly as I could and crept up the stairs carefully trying to remember every spot that creaked.

And then I was in presence of the doorway. I heard the bed creak and then another soft groan. I stepped closer. I heard a slurping sound. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my idea was one of those fast-forward movie montages, my mind showed me a chiliad memories of my wife's cock sucking. God, she was in force at giving capitulum. Always had been.

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

I took a abstruse breath and reached for the room access handle. Whatever was going on, I was about to find out. I opened the threshold and found Helen of Troy. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a bole of material body so large, she actually had the glans in her mouth. Yes, it had grown bombastic enough that she could suck it and was apparently enjoying the new found sensation.

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

Naturally, the hold out few days had been interesting. We had both done in insane sum of research, you know trying our best to figure out what had caused the strange protrusion. And we had talked about it day-and-night.

But I think the understanding 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 turncock, I was both relieved and excited.

My brain shifted gears. My worry and fear about an affair were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the world-class thought that crossed my mind was ... Oh my God, that is so fucking sexy. And then I thought that I should probably tell her how I felt about her new add-on. I mean, I had been very careful when her clitoris expanded. Every time she had gotten a blunder over the yesteryear couple of days, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity.

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

It took her a bit to realize that the door was open and I was standing there. I mean, it would have taken me a secondment too.

She turned her head and our oculus met. I saw fear, embarrassment, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen's middle before. I don't really know how to describe it, it was the likes of military strength or confidence, maybe it was high-handedness, but whatever it was kind of intimidating.

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

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

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

I do n't know why I was so instantly attached to the thing. I mean, I had never been excited about another man's cock before, but when she had one ? Oh, my god, it was all I had thought about. I can't tell you how many times I masturbated during those first few days. Every time I took a shit, I masturbated. To be true, I was a little disappointed when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My mouth watered.

"I couldn't terminate it. It just kept getting bigger."Helen's manus 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 say she was getting close to the end.

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my head."It's mulct, take heed it's going to be okay."I moved toward the bed. I was worried she was going to panic. I tried to unbutton my shirt as fast as I could. This was my chance, I could 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 release and climbed on the bed.

Helen of Troy was sitting up against the headboard, her genu bed covering, her pussy had already left a wet spot on the mantle.

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

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

"Lucas ?"Helen looked at me and then at the protrusion along the front of my khaki."Are you hard ?"

It felt like time stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to nothing. My brain froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed toilsome and glanced at her dick again. All I wanted to do was touch it, wrap my fingers around it. The fact that she was on the very bound 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 pecker toward me and a drop of clear pre fell onto the bed.

I swallowed hard again. I could sense a cool sweat along my forehead. What if she did n't like my resolution ? There were so many ways this could go wrong. I was suddenly embarrassed and ashamed and terrified of losing her."truelove, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing peter 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 sure I saw the suggestion of a grin across her lips. She liked it too.

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

But the increased force per unit area of my handwriting, made her tremor slightly. I looked over her organic structure again. My cock had already left a wet mark on my drawers. I could n't believe this was happening.

Helen was the most beautiful miss I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying training and I was studying computer architecture. I met her at a sorority subprogram, she was a Edgar Guest of one of the sisters. We has both been standing on the pursuit of the party when the field general for the team took a flying leap into the consortium with all of his clothes on. Helen had leaned over to me and said : I never saw that coming. And that was it. We had been together ever since.

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

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

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

I can not excuse how amazing it felt to defend my wife's cock in my bridge player, to stroke it, or to see the tone on her cheek. 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 fingers. I used it like application and kept rubbing her dick.

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

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

With one hired hand stroking Helen's length, I wiped the digit across my tongue. The taste was honeyed, almost like beloved and it had a slippery texture, just for a sec and then it was gone."Thomas More,"Helen of Troy reached over, took me by the wrist, and brought my former handwriting to her throbbing dick."Do n't check,"she moaned as I ran the palm of my handwriting over her spongy tip.

I looked down at what I was doing and then back at my wife's font. 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 finger's breadth on it. She seemed substantial, leaner maybe, like she had been working out and I hadn't noticed it before. Her breasts looked tumid too.

I thought of how many prison term Helen of Troy had given me a deal job, how she had stroked me, her handgrip and how she concentrated on exactly what I liked. I glanced back at Helen 's face. She was lost in ecstasy. I kept moving my deal sliding them up and down. All I wanted was to delight her.

"Fuck, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, weirdo eyes."Don't stop."She moved her hips in rhythm method with my work force."Oh, that tactile property so good !"She threw her nous back and her tool jerked another stream of precum.

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

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

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

"Oh !"her eyes opened. `` Oh fuck ! '' Her fingers dug into the blankets like she was holding on for pricy life. Every muscle in her trunk bend at once.

I aimed her cock at my font like it was a fire hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to feel her hot, gluey seventh heaven, I wanted to be covered in her delight. Another stream splattered across my undefendable shirt. The liquid was strong and there was a fragrancy to the smell. And I was in heaven. I couldn't believe how much she came, but I was lost in the moment. I watched her aspect as she came, every sticky rope was accompanied by a moan and a looking of excruciating joy. I wanted it. I wanted her to never lay off."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my hands through the goo and continued to milk her peter,"give it to me."

She moaned and threw her head back."fucking !"Another inundation of cum sprayed across my neck.

My cock ached to be touched and I saw a huge nighttime fleck in the fabric where it was pressed, but there was no metre to mean about my own orgasm. Helen was in the midsection of hers. My hands squeezed and tugged. Helen of Troy writhed. Cum covered my shirt and pants.

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

I leaned down and ran my clapper 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 and the mess she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the first fourth dimension, the play. It was just for a secondment, maybe two, and it was deliquium, like faint enough that I wasn't sure it was literal. I mean, it could have just been a trick of the light and we were both so high on what was happening. But I am certain that was the first time I noticed it, there was just a hint of low along her berm, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but bluish and in some strange normal. But it was so faint, I didn't think I saw it.

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

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

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

I did. No Oklahoman had she gotten her fingers around my gumshoe and I was spraying my X into the waistline of my khaki's. I couldn't help it. I don't know that I had ever been more turned on then I was right then. The entire experience had edged me for almost an 60 minutes. I was fuck drunk.

We kissed and fondled each other for another few minute of arc before I got up, got uncase, 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 babble.

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

"No, for some reason I'm not."Helen's cock had disappeared a few minutes after I had cum, it had simply slowly deflated and returned to a rule clitoris, piddling, and hooded in the shroud of skin."Are you ? I mean, you have to assure 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 of Troy,"I reached over and tucked a swan hair behind her ear."I kind of got excited the first time it happened."I felt myself flush. Why was it so blockade, why did I hesitate to say it ?

Helen of Troy looked at me for a s like she wasn't sure if I was telling the Sojourner Truth or not."What do you imply ?"

I swallowed. This was it. This was the import 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-hand Word and I immediately regretted it.

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

"Worried ?"It was an honest question. I wasn't worried in the least that my wife had a XII in prick that was a whole three or four in in diameter. I wasn't worried at all. I don't know exactly why I wasn't but the fact was - I was excited about it. But how do you say that without sounding crazy, right ?"I mean, I would like to know what's going on, but if that's the way ... I mean, if you are going to experience a…"I didn't know what to squall it. I hadn't thought about it - did she think of it as something different ? What did she promise it in her nous ?

"A cock ?"

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 putz that's peachy, right ?"I tried not to voice uneasy, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as thinly as theme and that everything was going to bump in the following sentence or two.

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

"Are you saying you like it ?"Her vocalisation was monotone and I couldn't state what she wanted. Did she desire me to be excited or did she want me to be weirded out ? Which one was going to construct her felicitous ? I knew where I stood. But could I assure her ?

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

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

"It's so strange,"she sighed,"it's like I don't get it on how to finger about it, like there's a office 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 Holy Writ I want ?"

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

"I mean, section of me wants it. division of me really wants it, but that section is like a new part of me. Like a persona 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 brush aside it. I give it what it wants ?"She looked at me and shrugged."Does any of that make any sense to you ?"

I laid my hand over hers."I think it does. The penis can't be the exclusively variety, right ? There have to be some former physiologic changes. It ejaculates like a regular penis, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did call up a fair measure about my junk from science class.

She scooted closer and I felt her nipple against my arm. It was strong and a niggling shiver went through me. I was so happy it was Friday. I had a tactile sensation it was going to be a late night.

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

"wealthy person you found anything that makes any signified of this though ?"I could separate that part of her was still curious about the science of what was happening. Even if some part of her take over it, she still wanted an solvent. She had always had a keen good sense of curiosity, she liked to understand things and how they worked.

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

"No,"she shook her head and form of stared up at the roof."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 storey with magic and goddesses and stuff ?"It was all either of us had found, a million websites devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent hours on them, flipping through the main veranda of hentai and futa, reading the stories posted across the net.

"What early account is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was unplayful. She was a professor, a lifelike 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 medical exam journal article ever written that described what was happening to Helen. trustfulness me, I had spent hr searching.

"I mean, we find new things all the clip, right ? And the Eastern religions 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 ground. I want to infer it, even if it's magic. I don't maintenance, I just want to know."

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

Helen threw the book binding back and rolled on top of me."Give me another hired hand job,"she pressed her brim against mine and I felt her cock twitch to life.


***

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

I laid there and quietly thought about the workweek. It was unimaginable not to, so very much had changed over just a few day. I mean, when the week started, life had been pattern - work, eat, and gambol as usual. We were just two master in their early mid-thirties. But now ?

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

It wasn't an easy doubt 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 alteration much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was inquiry and coming, which wasn't necessarily a bad matter. 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 member presented she kind of changed. She grew a little taller, a little thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she kind 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 serious and I loved it.

But there were Thomas More variety than just to her exterior. That was one of the things Helen did spill about. She was heedful when she described it. She liked to mean of it as a part of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared her. She liked to be a piddling dominant. She liked to be strong.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me fuck her. I would make her from behind, grabbing her pelvic arch and thrusting. And she would get harsh. She wanted me to take her wrists, to deplumate her backwards and fuck her as laborious as I could.

Her mammoth shaft would bounce and slap against her chest, oozing a steady stream of pre. But I could state it wasn't enough. No matter what I did, how I fucked her, I could secern 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 accept a new side of Helen, especially when we were all sex-crazed.

I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. I shifted a little to get more comfortable 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 hard and touching my back.

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

Whether she was awake or not, I kind of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the post was wrong. I knew the machinist of such a thing would be irritating, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the share where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my spine and Milk her ten inches of rock music hard dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the start time I had thought about her cock and my ass meeting. It wasn't my first opinion when she suddenly grew a member, but it was in the kickoff few. First I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to sample it. But by Sunday morning, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a natural progression.

I loved her cock. I loved the way it looked and felt, I loved the way she tasted, but I loved nothing better than pleasing her. And, although the present moment had passed that evening, I had a feeling there would be former evenings.

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like, what it would find like to consume her pushing into me. I had no estimation. I had never played with my mother fucker before, it had never crossed my mind. But now ? Now it seemed like the future step, right ? A raw procession.

And then Helen of Troy rolled back over. Within a hint her consistence had conformed to my shape, except she reached down between our bodies. She shifted her pelvic girdle and pulled back a few inches.

I waited, unsure of what she was doing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the feel on her fount wasn't surprisal. I could see the lie in her eyes. She knew what she was doing. It was almost like it wasn't Helen or, at least, the Helen I was used to. This was the new Helen of Troy.

I liked it, the sureness 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 someone else ?"You, um, made a play for my ass,"I explained.

"fountainhead,"she looked down at my hard-on,"how do you palpate about that ?"Her cock was just slightly magnanimous than mine and pointing at me.

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

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

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

She grinned."Let's incur out,"she wrapped her farseeing fingers around the bag of her cock."Back up."

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

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

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

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

The next daybreak, Monday, when I woke up, Helen of Troy was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser boxershorts."Good aurora,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the curves of her body.

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

"I had a half-baked dream."I chuckled.

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

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

"Was I mean ?"She was serious.

"What do you have in mind ?"

"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 morning Sir Henry Wood springing up proudly."I think its region of whatever is happening to you."

"I know but I can't command it,"all the playfulness was gone from her voice and her human face was serious."Sometimes I feel like I'm a dissimilar 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 hodgepodge inside. I couldn't imagine how scary all of it must let been for her.

"That's just it, I don't know."She sat down beside me and I saw the trouble in her eyes."I don't understand what's happening and when it's here,"she looked down between her legs."I can't seem to control myself."

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

***

When I opened my eye on Tues, I knew something was different. I felt lighter, like I was a little floaty. It was weird. I sat up half-expecting my stomach to flip, but it didn't. I wasn't nauseated, I just felt lighter, like I was either dramatically hard, 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 oculus. The last few solar day had been so strange, maybe it was all in my imagination. I mean, there was zip visibly wrong with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary and exhausted. future to the coffee berry maker were two coffee cupful set out on the riposte so I would notice them. One was empty and one had a note in front of it.

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

I thought about the Night before, the way I had finally sucked her putz past my gag reflex. I had almost gotten my olfactory organ to the polish cutis of her belly. She was so deep. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her onus down my pharynx, across my case and her knocker.

I picked up the coffee cup. The liquid inside was unintelligible and there was the svelte change in denseness throughout. I smiled. It was her blissfulness, she must take jacked off before she left. I was sorry I had missed it. I was addicted to the poppycock.

I dipped my fingerbreadth into the warm liquid and slipped it into my mouth. The honey-textured fragrance coated my tongue. My turncock immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another finger and brought it to my sassing.

An nonvoluntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my oculus remembering how her cock felt in my mouth. How I had put one manus on the bottom of her turncock, sucking unvoiced, going up and down, using my tongue everywhere. How my other hired man had slue three fingerbreadth into her drip gob, forcing her further into my lip, making her fuck my side 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 cock until she calmed down.

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

The close workweek had been a sexual crack and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost insufferable to believe. zippo as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger's breadth in my married woman's spunk and thought back over it all, her phallus appearing, the first-class honours degree blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure enough she was going to fuck me - at some point.

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

Yes, I had been doing all kind of reading and research during the day. Not only was I searching for exactly what had happened to Helen to start all of this, but I was also occupy in a numeral of homosexual prospect that our relationship would now admit.

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

Helen hadn't mentioned an particular design to fuck me. I'm not sure the thought had ever crossed her mind before Sunday nighttime. I, on the other handwriting, had thought of little else. I mean, the forenoon after her cock made its first appearance, I had already considered the possibility.

I swirled my finger's breadth through her nectar again and imagined her stroking herself into the cup while I slept, standing in the kitchen gripping her 12 column inch. What was she thinking about ? Me ?

My hand worked up and down my own length and I lifted the cup to my mouth. It smelled like love. I took a recollective sup, swirling the goo across my tongue before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and odorous. Why wasn't my own cum sweet ? I put the glass 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 little lightheaded, my face stuck in a grin. I felt great.

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

That was the kickoff fourth dimension I saw it. The very maiden time I wondered, even if only for a minute, if magic wasn't real. It was weird. For a split second gear, I thought I saw something glow along the mirror, right on the reflection, something unclouded blue. It was just for a second, a flash lamp, and it was gone.

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

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

But then I form of got caught up in the reflection, the Cy Young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty unspoiled, if I did say so myself. I flexed my weapon and watched the muscles bulge. I changed the affectation and noticed that I was lithe, like I was a cat, a tiger or a cheetah.

Now, don't get me unseasonable. I worked out three times a week, I was pretty well built. Helen always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was different. This was lean, leaner than I normally was. And the thing that made it especially unusual was that I felt the way I looked. I felt stronger, thin, and lithe. I felt like a predatory animal.

After goofing off for a few more minutes in the mirror, I decided to hop in the shower. I had things to do, of import thing to do before Helen got menage and I felt a footling guilty for the indulgence I had just spent ten transactions on. I turned on the water and closed the mantle.

The hot water felt good. I turned around and let it run down my neck and back. I closed my centre and thought about the night before, the way her cock felt in between my ass cheeks. It had only been a dream but my head was still running with it. My bore dick immediately began to beg for attending, staring up at me like a one-eyed puppy. But I wanted something else.

I turned the shower temperature down a small. I flexed my arsehole. It felt good, the way every muscle down there responded in concordance, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to find what she was going to feel like. I was curious.
About an time of day later, my hide wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the rain shower floor. I had cum twice. By the end I had three fingers in my ass, further than I ever thought possible and zero had ever felt so good.


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

The girl behind the retort was in her latterly 1920s. She had retentive earrings that touched her articulatio humeri which in turn made her caput tone disproportionately close to her bureau. She had on an old t-shirt, a band or cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the t-shirt but because I didn't cognise how to discuss sexual thing with a stranger.

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

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

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty sure the touch sensation I was having was take flight ! And for a tear second, I almost went that way, but instead, I realized what she was doing. She was helping me. We were alone. This was direct. effective. We were adults.

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

"First prison term ?"She raised her supercilium but that was her exclusively saying and we still hadn't made eye inter-group communication. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many Monitor positioned around the store to make sure no one stole anything.

"Yes, please. My, uh, partner's dong is huge."I couldn't believe how hard 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 begin here."She waited until I caught up and then pointed.

The thing was lowly and exactly like the single I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a digit and a half wide.

The new dame with the dark hair and a individual dreadlock made a sound I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped hype but expectant. It was closer to three, lithesome fingers.

I glanced back at the shelf.

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

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

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


When I got home it was after two. I went straight to the privy. No, I disappeared into the bathroom for twenty minutes, stuck that get-go chew in my ass, jerked off two more times, and then got into some dungaree to garden.

It was the joy of working from home. Helen of Troy wandered off for a regimental day, but I could do pretty very much whatever I wanted. It wasn't a bad gig, and two years before Helen of Troy presented. I had just closed out a net requital on a multi-building situation Mungo Park.

So, Monday was gardening in the back railyard. I had a trellis of pink wine that needed a bonnie amount of tending and it was a gross day - cloudy, in the high sixties, and barely a breeze. And I had my initiatory keister plug in, which meant I was as toilsome as a rock music.

I was careful with the rosebush. I had been training them for two year, gently guiding them around the treillage'mail service and over the frail arch. I had to readapt my aching boner to a greater extent than I thought possible. It was incredible, the way the chew stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate gland every once in a while. I was in heaven.

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

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

I tried to guess when it would bump. Would it be like the dark 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 party ?

It was the former thing that I kind of liked about the new Helen of Troy, she became dominant when her pecker was around. She was substantial, more demanding and aggressive. I loved it. The new side of her made me happy, a new aspect to us.

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

Within five minutes though, I was on my knee, her hammer in my backtalk while I arched my dorsum and adjusted my hip to put my rump fireplug against my prostate gland.

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

I wore the hack through dinner party. Helen of Troy was pretty tranquilize while we ate. She said that Robert had gotten in trouble with some young lady, Mika. Something like molestation. She didn't think it was going to be a huge deal, but she said it was concerning.

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

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

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

I thought of the coffee cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How a lot could I ingest in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my centre across her body. She was so hot. The yesteryear week had changed her and she had been beautiful before. Now though ? She was something else. I leaned across the mesa 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 safety device and I sat back down at the table."That's the fille's name that filed the claim matter ?"

Helen looked like I had just snapped her out of some soporific 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 table napkin on her collection plate and stood up.

I followed her up to the bedroom. I'll be honest, I was a short disappointed. I mean, I had enjoyed the coffee cup present and the chance to give her point the minute she walked in the door, but I had been hoping the eventide was just getting started.

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

I looked down at her tits.

Helen's breast were one of her right features before her new consistency, but now ? Now they were same roquette, missiles ready to set up off and they were huge, a full fistful More than a week before.

"Yeah,"I unbuttoned my blue jean and lifted my leg to learn them off. I remembered the plug or, rather, the nag gently reminded me where it was. A little thrill went through me and I felt my member react.

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

My member rose against her second joint and then I felt hers push against mine."Oh ?"

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

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

"George Lucas ? What is ?"

"ass plug,"the Word 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 longer than mine.

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

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

A chill ran through my entire physical structure.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

I spread my thighs. I had never been so surely about anything in my life. My dick was throbbing, jerking up and down at the view of her filling me.

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

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

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

And as Helen gave me time to adjust, she intertwined her fingers with mine. She stretched my arms over my promontory and covered me. Her consistency felt so sound. Her cock so thrilling. It was the most intimate moment I had ever felt.

"I love you,"I said.

"I love you too,"Helen whispered.

Helen of Troy started slowly sliding in and out of me. Her body was still draped over me, covering me from psyche to toe, and a thin sheen of perspiration bedcover between us.

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

I reached up and abstract my own nipple. The pain sensation slashed through me."I'm close,"a large drop-off of clear precum oozed onto the blanket.

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

I could palpate 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 cause been my imaginativeness, 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 shot my load onto the blankets.

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