I heard the moaning the minute I opened the threshold and, I'll be honest, I was pretty for certain Helen was on a higher floor having sex with someone that wasn't me. You know how your brain immediately jumps to the spoilt case scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're intellection is almost statistically insufferable. But your brain doesn't care. It always thinks the defective thing first.

And that's what I thought when I opened the room access. I thought she was having an liaison. 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 have become immediately angry. They might have slammed the doorway and thrown their briefcase across the room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to kill mortal. Most people would suffer lost their doodly-squat immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the grip. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the social movement door as quietly as I could and crept up the stair carefully trying to remember every spot that creaked.

And then I was in front end of the door. I heard the bed creaking and then another soft groan. I stepped closer. I heard a slurping strait. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my thinker was one of those fast-forward motion picture montage, my encephalon showed me a thousand storage of my married woman's blowjobs. God, she was proficient at giving head. Always had been.

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

I took a deep breath and reached for the door handle. Whatever was going on, I was about to happen out. I opened the threshold and found Helen. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a proboscis of flesh so bombastic, she actually had the glans in her mouthpiece. Yes, it had grown large enough that she could suck it and was apparently enjoying the new found genius.

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 daybreak, she woke up with a dick between her pegleg. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her engorged clit that had somehow evolved to boot out Sir Thomas More ejaculate than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the last few sidereal day had been interesting. We had both done in insane quantity of research, you know trying our better to estimate 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 tacky, but I think we both knew it, right from the start.

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

My brain shifted gears. My trouble and fear about an amour were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the initiative thought that crossed my thinker was ... Oh my God, that is so be intimate sexy. And then I thought that I should probably tell her how I felt about her new accessory. I mean, I had been very careful when her clit expanded. Every metre she had gotten a bungle over the past brace of Day, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity.

But in realism, I could n't stop thinking about her dick. Every sentence I thought about it, my own tool would thicken.

It took her a indorsement to see that the room access was open and I was standing there. I mean, it would have taken me a second base too.

She turned her question and our eyes met. I saw fearfulness, 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 care strong suit or trust, maybe it was arrogance, but whatever it was form of intimidating.

"Lucas ? I…"she sputtered holding onto her hammer with one handwriting while a copious sum of precum dribbled over her fingerbreadth."... it came back. I was at school."Her hired man continued to slither up and down her distance while she spoke."I don't know why. I don't know what happened."Her vocalism was a hoarse rustling.

And my dick was instantly toilsome. I looked down at hers. It was impossibly big. I mean, it was half the cinch of my forearm and a solid ten or 12 inches. It glistened from the pre that she kept rubbing up and down.

There was a dealings jam of discussion in my head. Every face in my torso was jangly. I wanted to separate her that ever since it had originally happened, I had been excited.

I do n't hump why I was so instantly attached to the thing. I mean, I had never been excited about another man's prick before, but when she had one ? Oh, my god, it was all I had thought about. I can't narrate you how many times I masturbated during those first few years. Every prison term I took a shit, I masturbated. To be reliable, I was a little disappointed when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My oral cavity watered.

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

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my head."It's all right, listen it's going to be okay."I moved toward the bed. I was disturbed she was going to panic. I tried to unbutton my shirt as fast as I could. This was my chance, I could sense 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 act as too.

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

Helen of Troy was sitting up against the headboard, her knees scatter, her cunt had already left a wet spot on the blanket.

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

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

"Lucas ?"Helen of Troy looked at me and then at the gibbousness along the forepart of my khakis."Are you firmly ?"

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

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

I swallowed hard again. I could sense a cool off sweat along my forehead. What if she did n't wish my solvent ? There were so many slipway this could go wrong. I was suddenly stymy and ashamed and terrified of losing her."Sweetie, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing rooster 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 prick in her manus, but I was for sure I saw the trace of a smiling across her lips. She liked it too.

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

But the increase pressure of my hand, made her quiver slightly. I looked over her eubstance 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 architecture. I met her at a sorority function, she was a client of one of the Sister. We has both been standing on the sidelines of the party when the signal caller for the team took a flying leap into the pool with all of his dress 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 vulgar with another person or such a cool time hanging out with them. She was the best matter that had ever happened to me.

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

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

I can not explain how get it felt to entertain my wife's putz in my bridge player, to stroke it, or to see the look on her face. I don't think I had ever brought someone such joy in my life.

Another flow of clean-cut pre oozed from her tip and rolled over my digit. I used it like lotion and kept rubbing her dick.

"Oh, my God,"Helen put her workforce over her school principal and arched her back. `` Yesss ... '' she whined.

I watched the pre surge from her hollow again. I wanted to savour it. I moved closer to her, straddling her leg. I reached forward and slid a finger 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 finger across my tongue. The appreciation was scented, almost like dearest and it had a slippery grain, just for a second and then it was gone."more,"Helen reached over, took me by the wrist, and brought my other hand to her throbbing gumshoe."Do n't bar,"she moaned as I ran the thenar of my bridge player over her spongy tip.

I looked down at what I was doing and then back at my married woman's nerve. It didn't seem possible. How could she have a tool like this ? And what else was happening to her ?

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

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

"screwing, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, crazy optic."Don't stop."She moved her hips in rhythm with my hands."Oh, that feels so goodness !"She threw her head back and her cock 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 pull in liquidness and lathered her pole as she fucked my hired hand.

And then she froze. She took a breathing space and I saw it catch in her pharynx. Her heart closed and her jaw clenched.

I looked down just as her whole consistency trembled and the world-class bolt of cum surged into the air.

"Oh !"her centre opened. `` Oh piece of tail ! '' Her fingers dug into the cover like she was holding on for dear life. Every muscle in her body flexed at once.

I aimed her cock at my facial expression like it was a fire hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to palpate her hot, sticky cloud nine, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another stream splattered across my undecided shirt. The liquid was lovesome and there was a redolence 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 face as she came, every sticky roofy was accompanied by a moan and a flavor of excruciating pleasure. I wanted it. I wanted her to never stop."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my hands through the goo and continued to milk her cock,"give it to me."

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

My cock ached to be touched and I saw a huge dark spot in the cloth where it was pressed, but there was no sentence to think about my own orgasm. Helen of Troy was in the middle of hers. My hands squeezed and tugged. Helen writhed. Cum covered my shirt and pants.

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

I leaned down and ran my spit along the nucha of her neck. I let go of her member and squeezed her breasts together. I ran her nipples across my afford chest and the jam she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the foremost time, the shimmer. It was just for a minute, maybe two, and it was faint-hearted, like faint enough that I wasn't sure it was real. I mean, it could own just been a trick of the light and we were both so high on what was happening. But I am surely that was the first time I noticed it, there was just a hint of blue along her shoulder, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but depressed and in some foreign pattern. But it was so faint, I didn't think I saw it.

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

It was so close, 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 puss below her still rigid tissue paper.

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

I did. No Oklahoman 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 the right way then. The entire experience had edged me for almost an hour. I was fuck drunk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Worried ?"It was an honest enquiry. I wasn't worried in the least that my wife had a twelve inch dick that was a solid three or four inches 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 possess a…"I didn't know what to call it. I hadn't thought about it - did she believe of it as something different ? What did she call it in her creative thinker ?

"A putz ?"

I liked the hardness of the password 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 thin as report and that everything was going to break 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 indisputable it was exactly what she wanted to say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I laid my hand over hers."I think it does. The penis can't be the only change, right ? There have to be some other physiologic variety. It ejaculates like a regular phallus, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did remember a honest total about my junk from science class.

She scooted unaired and I felt her nipple against my arm. It was hard and a little shiver went through me. I was so gladiola it was Fri. I had a feeling it was going to be a belatedly night.

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

"Have you found anything that makes any sense of this though ?"I could tell that piece of her was still curious about the science of what was happening. Even if some part of her accepted it, she still wanted an result. She had always had a dandy sense of curiosity, she liked to realise thing and how they worked.

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

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

"Like the stories with magic and goddesses and stuff ?"It was all either of us had found, a million website devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent hours on them, flipping through the principal galleries of hentai and futa, reading the narrative posted across the cyberspace.

"What other explanation is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was serious. She was a professor, a born 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 examination journal article ever written that described what was happening to Helen. Trust me, I had spent hours searching.

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

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

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

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


***

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

I laid there and quietly thought about the hebdomad. It was impossible not to, so a lot had changed over just a few daytime. I mean, when the calendar week started, life had been convention - body of work, eat, and free rein as usual. We were just two professionals in their early 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, mere lies that gave us a few daytime to visualise out what was happening and what we were going to do. But as I laid there staring off into the darkness of our room, I wondered about our life-time, like what was going to change ?

It wasn't an comfortable dubiousness 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 change much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was inquiry and climax, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I wasn't complaining that was for surely. ) She was changing physically. It was slight, but I think we both noticed it. When her penis presented she form of changed. She grew a slight taller, a little thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her finger seemed a niggling longer. It happened slowly, like you didn't really notification it until it was over.

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

But there were Sir Thomas More changes than just to her exterior. That was one of the affair Helen did verbalise about. She was careful when she described it. She liked to conceive of it as a portion of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared her. She liked to be a lilliputian dominant. She liked to be warm.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me make out her. I would take her from behind, grabbing her hips and thrusting. And she would get fierce. She wanted me to hire her radiocarpal joint, to pull her backwards and roll in the hay her as gruelling as I could.

Her mammoth cock would bounce and slap against her chest of drawers, oozing a stabilize stream of pre. But I could evidence 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 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 knockout and touching my back.

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

Whether she was awake or not, I kind of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the situation was faulty. I knew the automobile mechanic of such a affair would be painful, 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 arc my cover and milk her ten inch of rock laborious dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the kickoff time I had thought about her rooster and my ass meeting. It wasn't my first intellection when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the first few. First I wanted to concern it, then I wanted to taste it. But by Sunday aurora, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a lifelike forward motion.

I loved her prick. I loved the way it looked and felt, I loved the way she tasted, but I loved cipher better than pleasing her. And, although the moment had passed that evening, I had a flavour there would be early evenings.

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like, what it would experience like to have her energy 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 succeeding gradation, right ? A natural progression.

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

I waited, unsure of what she was doing.

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

I wasn't ready for the feeling, it tickled and surprised me. I moved away but her paw 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 deceased, her turncock half-erect in her hand."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'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 putz and sat up.

I watched her, conflicted. Now I felt guilty. This was not going to help my guinea pig later. You know, where I tried to explain to her that I did want her to try and bonk me. Just not right now, not this second.

But the facial expression on her boldness wasn't surprise. I could see the lie in her eyes. She knew what she was doing. It was almost like it wasn't Helen or, at least, 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 I loved or someone else ?"You, um, made a play for my ass,"I explained.

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

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

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

"I mean, well, you know, yeah, it's crossed my mind."I looked down a piffling embarrassed. 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 nix about my own ass.

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

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

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

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

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

The next morning, Monday, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser draftsman."Good morning,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the curves of her soundbox.

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

"I had a crazy dream."I chuckled.

"Yeah ?"she whispered like there was someone else in the room that might take heed 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 grievous.

"What do you imply ?"

"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 wood springing up proudly."I think its part of whatever is happening to you."

"I know but I can't control it,"all the fun was gone from her vocalization and her expression was serious."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 smother inside. I couldn't imagine how scary all of it must have been for her.

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

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her last. She leaned her head against my shoulder joint."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 weird. I sat up half-expecting my stomach to turn over, but it didn't. I wasn't nauseated, I just felt lighter, like I was either dramatically secure, which didn't smell to be the causa, or I had lost a few pounds.

I stood up. Everything seemed to bring. Nothing was sore, nothing looked bruised. I rubbed my middle. The last-place few days 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 bleary-eyed and exhausted. future to the coffee tree shaper were two burnt umber loving cup set out on the counter so I would notice them. One was empty and one had a bill in social movement of it.

I grabbed the lilliputian slip of paper and opened it. After last Nox's fun, I thought you might revel this with your breakfast.

I thought about the Night before, the way I had finally sucked her shaft past my gag reflex response. I had almost gotten my nozzle to the smooth cutis of her belly. She was so trench. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her incumbrance down my throat, across my nerve and her tit.

I picked up the coffee cup. The liquidness inside was opaque and there was the slightest change in concentration throughout. I smiled. It was her bliss, she must induce jacked off before she left. I was sorry I had missed it. I was addicted to the stuff.

I dipped my fingerbreadth into the warm liquidity and slipped it into my backtalk. The honey-textured bouquet coated my tongue. My cock immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another finger and brought it to my backtalk.

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

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

The utmost week had been a intimate crack cocaine and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost impossible to consider. Nothing as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger in my wife's nerve and thought back over it all, her penis appearing, the first blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty surely she was going to get it on me - at some point.

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

Yes, I had been doing all kinds 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 worry in a number of homosexual aspects that our relationship would now include.

For instance, I had been learning how to prepare my ass for Helen of Troy's attention. Of course, I hadn't mentioned any of my inquiry to her. I kept that character a unavowed and came up with all form of justifications for doing so.

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific intention to jazz me. I'm not sure the thought had ever crossed her mind before Dominicus night. I, on the other hand, had thought of small else. I mean, the morning after her cock made its initiative coming into court, I had already considered the possibility.

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

My hand worked up and down my own length and I lifted the cup to my brim. It smelled like honey. I took a tenacious swallow, swirling the goo across my natural language before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and sweet. Why wasn't my own cum sweet ? I put the shabu down and took a thick hint. 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 small light, my brass stuck in a grin. I felt great.

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

That was the first clip I saw it. The very first time I wondered, even if only for a import, if magic wasn't real. It was weird. For a split irregular, I thought I saw something glow along the mirror, right on the reflection, something light blue. It was just for a indorsement, a flash, and it was gone.

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

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

But then I kind of got caught up in the mirror image, the young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty full, if I did say so myself. I flexed my subdivision and watched the muscular tissue bulge. I changed the pose and noticed that I was lithe, like I was a cat, a tiger or a cheetah.

Now, don't get me wrong. I worked out three times a calendar 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 strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt secure, leaner, and lithe. I felt like a predator.

After goofing off for a few More minutes in the mirror, I decided to hop in the shower. I had things to do, important thing to do before Helen of Troy got home and I felt a picayune guilty for the indulgence I had just spent ten hour on. I turned on the water supply and closed the drapery.

The hot water felt thoroughly. I turned around and let it run down my neck opening and back. I closed my eyes and thought about the night before, the way her shaft felt in between my ass cheeks. It had only been a dreaming but my head was still running with it. My eager dick immediately began to beg for attention, 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 muscle down there responded in musical harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to experience what she was going to experience like. I was curious.
About an minute later, my pelt wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the exhibitor story. I had cum twice. By the end I had three fingerbreadth in my ass, encourage than I ever thought possible and nothing had ever felt so good.


I got to the shop by just around luncheon. There was a wet fleck at the top of my pants, but my jersey hid it. My precum had gushed the intact thrust. 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 assist me get Helen inside me - I was all in.

The girl behind the counter was in her late mid-twenties. She had long earrings that touched her berm which in turn made her brain smell disproportionately close to her dresser. She had on an old tee shirt, a band or animated cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the jersey but because I didn't have it away how to discuss sexual thing with a stranger.

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

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

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

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

"First meter ?"She raised her brow but that was her only if facial expression and we still hadn't made eye contact. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many monitoring device positioned around the computer storage to make trusted no one stole anything.

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

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

The matter was lowly and exactly like the unity I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a finger and a half wide.

The Whitney Young noblewoman with the iniquity whisker and a single dreadlock made a sound I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped wad but larger. It was closer to three, slender fingers.

I glanced back at the shelf.

"Are you grievous ?"She looked me in the eye for the 3rd fourth dimension since I had come in the door.

"Yes,"I thought of Helen's twelve column 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 find out what that would feel like !

"Then this one, but Jesus, contract it slow, ok ?"There was literal concern in the young woman's part.


When I got home base it was after two. I went straight to the toilet. No, I disappeared into the bathroom for twenty minutes, stuck that first sparking plug in my ass, jerked off two Thomas More times, and then got into some blue jean to garden.

It was the joy of working from place. 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 exam defrayal on a multi-building role park.

So, Monday was gardening in the back thou. I had a treillage of roses that needed a reasonable amount of attending and it was a perfect day - cloudy, in the high-pitched 1960s, and barely a child's play. And I had my number one butt plug in, which meant I was as hard as a rock'n'roll.

I was deliberate with the pink wine. I had been training them for two long time, gently guiding them around the treillage'posts and over the delicate arch. I had to readjust my aching boner Sir Thomas More than I thought possible. It was incredible, the way the hoopla stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate every once in a patch. I was in heaven.

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

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

I tried to think when it would pass off. Would it be like the night before ? Would I inflame up just as she was getting hard ? Or would it be earlier ? I mean, we had already variety of talked about it. Would it take place after dinner ?

It was the other affair that I sort of liked about the new Helen of Troy, she became dominant when her shaft was around. She was stiff, 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 brilliant transmutation, but she was hot. I had a touch sensation she would be, especially if I was just in my blue jean when she got home. It was one of her favorite looks on me.

Within five proceedings though, I was on my knee joint, her rooster in my mouthpiece while I arched my book binding and adjusted my hips to put my cigarette plug against my prostate.

It didn't take her long to cum. I had her just deep in my pharynx, as far as my jaws would let. Her hired man were on the backbone of my top dog and her hips were working in and out. I moaned as my own dick spasmed and darkened a circle along near the shank 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 male plug through dinner. Helen was pretty placid while we ate. She said that Robert had gotten in problem with some female child, Mika. Something like harassment. 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 quiet and she smiled."I think I'm a piffling sap,"she glanced up at my hair where it was still wet from her cum.

"Makes sense,"I finished off my plate and took a prospicient 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 much could I consume in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my oculus across her torso. She was so hot. The past week had changed her and she had been beautiful before. Now though ? She was something else. I leaned across the table and kissed her.

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

It caught me off guard and I sat back down at the board."That's the missy's epithet that filed the title affair ?"

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

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

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

I followed her up to the bedroom. I'll be honest, I was a little disappoint. I mean, I had enjoyed the coffee cup present and the chance to give her head the minute of arc she walked in the doorway, but I had been hoping the eventide was just getting started.

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

I looked down at her mamilla.

Helen of Troy's tits were one of her undecomposed features before her new body, but now ? Now they were comparable rockets, missile ready to plunge off and they were immense, a full smattering more than than a week before.

"Yeah,"I unbuttoned my jean and lifted my leg to take them off. I remembered the stopple or, rather, the plug gently reminded me where it was. A fiddling shiver went through me and I felt my member react.

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

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

Helen of Troy grinned."Maybe once before I go to log Z's ?"She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her finger touched the boundary of the plug. She pulled away from me, just a couplet of inch while her finger's breadth explored the boundary of my secret.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

"tooshie plug,"the Word of God 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 paw and slowly pulled it halfway out and then slipped it back in.

A tremble ran through my intact body.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

I looked over my berm and she grinned."Are you sure ?"

I spread my second joint. I had never been so sure enough about anything in my life. My cock was throbbing, jerking up and down at the thought of her fill me.

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

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

The detail are not significant. uncalled-for to say, there were a few imitation starts, berth where Helen of Troy had to halt, but she was so patient. It took some work. I hadn't planned on the pain in the ass, but eventually, Helen had more than half of her length in me. I felt fully. I was panting and trying to loosen.

And as Helen gave me time to adjust, she intertwined her digit with mine. She stretched my subdivision over my head and covered me. Her body felt so right. Her putz so thrilling. It was the most intimate moment I had ever felt.

"I love you,"I said.

"I love you too,"Helen whispered.

Helen started slowly sliding in and out of me. Her body was still draped over me, covering me from head to toe, and a reduce sheen of sweat cattle ranch between us.

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

I reached up and pinched my own pap. The pain in the ass slashed through me."I'm close,"a boastfully drop of clear precum oozed onto the mantle.

"I'm going to cum inside you,"Helen leaned back a minuscule as her pelvic girdle moved faster.

I could finger 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 been my resourcefulness, but I thought I could experience 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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