I heard the moaning the mo I opened the door and, I'll be honest, I was pretty sure Helen was up the stairs having sex with person that wasn't me. You know how your mastermind immediately jumps to the sorry case scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're intellection is almost statistically impossible. But your Einstein doesn't care. It always thinks the worst thing first.

And that's what I thought when I opened the room access. I thought she was having an affair. I had no musical theme who it would be with, no one came to mind, but the way she was moaning, I was sure there was individual up there going to townsfolk on her.

Now, some hoi polloi might hold become immediately angry. They might possess slammed the room access and discombobulate their briefcase across the way before trudging upstairs like they wanted to drink down person. Most hoi polloi would bear lost their shit immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the grip. Instead, I went the early way. I shut the look threshold as quietly as I could and sneak up the stairs carefully trying to remember every spot that creaked.

And then I was in front line of the threshold. I heard the bed creaking and then another soft moan. I stepped finisher. I heard a slurping sound. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my head was one of those fast-forward pic collage, my brain showed me a thousand memories of my married woman's blowjob. God, she was safe at giving foreland. Always had been.

Then I had another thought. 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 menage. I got a sensory faculty that I was legal injury. Something didn't make sense.

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

It had been two days since her shaft 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 estimate why it had happened. It simply had. At 2:30 in the break of the day, she woke up with a hammer between her legs. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her englut clit that had somehow evolved to expel Sir Thomas More seminal fluid than I had ever seen.

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

But I think the reasonableness 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 gimcrack, but I think we both knew it, right from the start.

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

My mentality shifted gear mechanism. My worry and fear about an thing were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the first idea that crossed my intellect was ... Oh my God, that is so fucking sexy. And then I thought that I should probably assure her how I felt about her new add-on. I mean, I had been very careful when her clit expanded. Every time she had gotten a boner over the preceding distich of days, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific oddity.

But in realism, I could n't hold on thinking about her cock. Every time I thought about it, my own shaft would thicken.

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

She turned her head and our oculus met. I saw fear, plethora, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen's oculus before. I don't really recognise how to discover it, it was wish strength or trust, maybe it was haughtiness, but whatever it was kind of intimidating.

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

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

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

I do n't lie with 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 meter I masturbated during those world-class few days. Every time I took a shit, I masturbated. To be honest, I was a petty disappointed when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My sassing watered.

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

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my head."It's o.k., 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 heart off it. It was mesmerizing watching her stroke herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to trifle too.

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

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

I stared at Helen, at the unhurt 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 fingers came away wet and shiny.

"Lucas ?"Helen looked at me and then at the excrescence along the front of my khakis."Are you toilsome ?"

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

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

I swallowed hard again. I could palpate a chill effort along my forehead. What if she did n't care my answer ? There were so many ways this could go wrong. I was suddenly embarrassed and ashamed and terrified of losing her."Sweetie, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing tool 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 dick in her hands, but I was sure I saw the trace of a grin across her lips. She liked it too.

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

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

Helen of Troy was the most beautiful young woman I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying education and I was studying computer architecture. I met her at a sorority affair, she was a node of one of the sis. We has both been standing on the sidelines of the party when the signal caller for the team took a flying leaping into the pocket billiards 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 friend. We did everything together. I had never had so much in common with another soul or such a poise time hanging out with them. She was the best matter that had ever happened to me.

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

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

I can not explain how amazing it felt to take hold my married woman's cock in my mitt, to stroke it, or to see the look on her nerve. I don't think I had ever brought someone such pleasure in my life.

Another stream of well-defined pre oozed from her tip and rolled over my fingers. I used it like lotion and kept rubbing her dick.

"Oh, my God,"Helen put her script over her head and arched her rear. `` Yesss ... '' she whined.

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

With one hand stroking Helen of Troy's length, I wiped the digit across my tongue. The taste was sweet, almost like honey and it had a slippery grain, just for a second and then it was gone."More,"Helen reached over, took me by the wrist joint, and brought my other deal to her throbbing dick."Do n't stop,"she moaned as I ran the palm of my paw over her spongy tip.

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

She was different, even though I really couldn't put my fingerbreadth on it. She seemed firm, skimpy maybe, like she had been working out and I hadn't noticed it before. Her breasts looked big 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 hands sliding them up and down. All I wanted was to please her.

"Fuck, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, crazy middle."Don't stop."She moved her hips in rhythm with my hands."Oh, that feels so good !"She threw her head back and her cock jerked another stream of precum.

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

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

I looked down just as her whole body trembled and the start dash of cum surged into the air.

"Oh !"her eyes opened. `` Oh fucking ! '' Her fingers dug into the blankets like she was holding on for pricey lifespan. Every muscular tissue in her trunk flexed at once.

I aimed her dick at my face like it was a fire hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to feel her hot, pasty bliss, I wanted to be covered in her pleasance. Another stream splattered across my open shirt. The liquid state was tender and there was a sweetness to the olfactory modality. 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 Mexican valium was accompanied by a moan and a look of excruciating pleasure. I wanted it. I wanted her to never give up."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my hands through the goo and continued to milk her turncock,"give it to me."

She moaned and threw her read/write head back."piece of tail !"Another soaker of cum sprayed across my cervix.

My prick ached to be touched and I saw a huge dark blot in the material where it was pressed, but there was no clock time to suppose about my own climax. Helen was in the middle of hers. My helping hand 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 hebdomad. Our knife moved back and forth into each other's mouths. The sonant pillows of her white meat were pressed against my script. And her cock was still throbbing and jerking.

I leaned down and ran my natural language along the nape of her neck. I let go of her penis and squeezed her chest together. I ran her nipples across my loose chest and the mess she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the first time, the shimmer. It was just for a second base, maybe two, and it was timid, like deliquium enough that I wasn't sure it was real. I mean, it could cause just been a trick of the light and we were both so high on what was happening. But I am for certain that was the first time I noticed it, there was just a hint of blue along her articulatio humeri, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but juicy and in some strange pattern. But it was so faint-hearted, I didn't think I saw it.

We kissed again. And it took everything I had not to lower my headspring 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 puss, the glistening slit below her still stiff tissue.

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

I did. No sooner had she gotten her finger around my dick and I was spraying my go into the waistline of my khaki's. I couldn't avail it. I don't know that I had ever been more off on then I was proper then. The entire experience had edged me for almost an hour. I was fuck drunk.

We kissed and fondled each early for another few bit before I got up, got undressed, and got a tone down towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we sort of both decided that it was time to talk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Worried ?"It was an honorable question. I wasn't worried in the to the lowest degree that my wife had a xii inch prick 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 weirdo, right ?"I mean, I would like to cognize what's going on, but if that's the way ... I mean, if you are going to consume a…"I didn't know what to call it. I hadn't thought about it - did she think of it as something unlike ? What did she call it in her mind ?

"A cock ?"

I liked the hardness of the parole when she said it. My own began to fat. Cock.

"Yeah,"I tried to smile but it felt crooked,"you know what I mean. I love you and if you have a turncock that's great, right ?"I tried not to sound nervous, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as thin as composition and that everything was going to break in in the next sentence or two.

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

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

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

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

"It's so unknown,"she sighed,"it's like I don't roll in the hay how to feel about it, like there's a component part of me that likes it."She looked down at mine and smiled."I kind of always wondered what it would be like, and I only seem to consume it when it's really, really,"she paused and grinned,"pleasurable ? 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. Part of me really wants it, but that part 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 signified to you ?"

I laid my hired man over hers."I think it does. The penis can't be the solitary change, right ? There have to be some other physiological changes. It ejaculates like a habitue penis, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did call up a fair amount about my junk from science class.

She scooted nigh and I felt her mammilla against my arm. It was difficult and a little shiver went through me. I was so happy it was Friday. I had a feeling it was going to be a latterly night.

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

"rich person you found anything that makes any sense of this though ?"I could tell that section of her was still peculiar 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 sense of curiosity, she liked to understand affair and how they worked.

"No,"I scooted back a bit on the bed and looked her over. She was so beautiful. Her prospicient legs and perfect thighs."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 deception and goddesses and stuff ?"It was all either of us had found, a million web site devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent hour on them, flipping through the principal galleries of hentai and futa, reading the storey posted across the internet.

"What other explanation is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was sober. She was a prof, a natural skeptic. She didn't believe in anything but art and science. And now she was talking about what if there was illusion ? But she was right. There wasn't a medical daybook article ever written that described what was happening to Helen of Troy. Trust me, I had spent time of day searching.

"I mean, we find new things all the clip, right ? And the easterly organized religion and mythology, there has to be some validity to those legends, right ?"

"I know what it sounds like, but I kind of just want a reason. I want to sympathise it, even if it's conjuration. I don't maintenance, I just want to know."

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

Helen threw the book binding back and rolled on top of me."springiness me another mitt job,"she pressed her lip against mine and I felt her dick twitch to life.


***

I think it was Lord's Day morning, early. I woke up and felt Helen's cock against the small of my back. It wasn't fully vertical, 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 opening.

I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was unsufferable not to, so much had changed over just a few days. I mean, when the week started, biography had been normal - workplace, eat, and play as common. We were just two pro in their early 30. But now ?

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

It wasn't an easy question to guess at. I mean, Helen was changing, not just her new improver either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the modification much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was inquiry and orgasm, which wasn't necessarily a bad matter. I wasn't complaining that was for sure. ) 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 little taller, a little thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her finger seemed a little thirster. It happened slowly, like you didn't really comment it until it was over.

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

But there were Sir Thomas More changes than just to her exterior. That was one of the thing Helen did peach about. She was careful when she described it. She liked to reckon 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 solid.

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

Her mammoth cock would bounce and slap against her pectus, oozing a steadily flow of pre. But I could severalize it wasn't enough. No issue what I did, how I fucked her, I could differentiate 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 own a new side of Helen of Troy, especially when we were all sex-crazed.

I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. I shifted a footling to get more comfortable and Helen slipped her bridge player 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 consistence, pulled herself closer to me, and dropped her hips so that her peter 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 unseasonable. I knew the machinist of such a thing would be painful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the component part where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my backrest and milk her ten column inch of rock hard dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the first off metre I had thought about her turncock and my ass encounter. It wasn't my first thought when she suddenly grew a phallus, but it was in the first few. first-class honours degree I wanted to concern 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 advancement.

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 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 feel like to own her push into me. I had no melodic theme. I had never played with my arsehole before, it had never crossed my mind. But now ? Now it seemed like the side by side step, right ? A natural patterned advance.

And then Helen rolled back over. Within a breath her body had conformed to my shape, except she reached down between our organic structure. 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 touch sensation, it tickled and surprised me. I moved away but her handwriting held onto my hip and she tried to re-position herself.

I pulled away and turned over to reckon at her. Her heart were closed. She was still asleep, her cock half-erect in her bridge player."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 heart 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 dick and sat up.

I watched her, conflicted. Now I felt shamed. This was not going to help my cause later. You know, where I tried to excuse to her that I did need her to try and fuck me. Just not right now, not this second.

But the flavor on her face wasn't surprisal. I could see the lie in her heart. She knew what she was doing. It was almost like it wasn't Helen of Troy 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 of Troy I loved or mortal else ?"You, um, made a play for my ass,"I explained.

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

"I ... uh."I hadn't expected the query and I wasn't certainly she was serious."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 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 nothing about my own ass.

She grinned."Let's receive out,"she wrapped her long fingers around the base of her peter."backrest up."

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

"hokum, do here. I'll be gentle."The look in her heart was playful.

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

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

The adjacent morning, Monday, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her toilet table drawers."Good morning,"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 crazy dream."I chuckled.

"Yeah ?"she whispered like there was someone else in the room that might pick up us."Was I in it ?"

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

"Was I mean ?"She was grave.

"What do you mean ?"

"I mean, I don't understand what's happening."She shook her header 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 playfulness was gone from her articulation and her aspect was dangerous."Sometimes I feel like I'm a different person."

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

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

***

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

I stood up. Everything seemed to work. nix was sore, nothing looked bruised. I rubbed my centre. The last few mean solar day had been so strange, maybe it was all in my imagination. I mean, there was nothing visibly wrong with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary and exhausted. side by side to the coffee maker were two coffee cupful set out on the counter so I would detect them. One was hollow and one had a note in nominal head of it.

I grabbed the trivial eluding of paper and opened it. After net night's fun, I thought you might love this with your breakfast.

I thought about the nighttime before, the way I had finally sucked her stopcock past my gag reflex action. I had almost gotten my nozzle to the smooth tegument of her belly. She was so mystifying. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her lading down my throat, across my aspect and her knocker.

I picked up the coffee cup. The liquid inside was opaque and there was the slightest change in density throughout. I smiled. It was her cloud nine, she must have jacked off before she left. I was dark I had missed it. I was addicted to the material.

I dipped my fingerbreadth into the warm liquidness and slipped it into my mouth. The honey-textured sweetness coated my tongue. My cock immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another fingerbreadth and brought it to my rim.

An nonvoluntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my center remembering how her putz felt in my sass. How I had put one hand on the bottom of her dick, sucking hard, going up and down, using my tongue everywhere. How my early script had slue three digit into her dripping hole, forcing her further into my mouth, making her screwing my face harder and faster. How I had brought her to the tongue's bound and then backed way off - just flipping my tongue through the pre at the tip of his prick until she calmed down.

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

The last week had been a sexual tornado and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost insufferable to trust. zero as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger in my wife's spunk and thought back over it all, her penis appearance, the get-go blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure enough she was going to know 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 enquiry during the day. Not only was I searching for exactly what had happened to Helen of Troy to start all of this, but I was also interested in a number of homosexual aspects that our kinship would now admit.

For illustration, I had been learning how to prepare my ass for Helen's attention. Of grade, I hadn't mentioned any of my inquiry to her. I kept that region a hush-hush and came up with all kinds of justifications for doing so.

Helen hadn't mentioned an particular intent to fuck me. I'm not sure the intellection had ever crossed her mind before William Ashley Sunday night. I, on the other hand, had thought of footling else. I mean, the dawn after her stopcock made its first appearance, I had already considered the possibility.

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

My hand worked up and down my own duration and I lifted the cup to my backtalk. It smelled like honey. I took a long drink, swirling the goo across my tongue before swallowing it down. God, it was so affectionate and sweet. Why wasn't my own cum sugariness ? I put the crank down and took a deep breath. It was just like it had been the night before. Helen's cum affected me like intoxicant. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a lilliputian lightheaded, 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 lav. I couldn't give up thinking about what it would experience like to have Helen behind me. I stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

That was the first time I saw it. The very inaugural time I wondered, even if only for a import, if magic wasn't real. It was weird. For a split sec, I thought I saw something radiance along the mirror, right on the manifestation, something illuminate blueing. It was just for a bit, a flash, and it was gone.

I couldn't tell if the strange brightness level 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 English effect of Helen's condition.

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

Now, don't get me incorrectly. I worked out three times a hebdomad, I was pretty well built. Helen of Troy always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was different. This was lean, leaner than I normally was. And the matter that made it especially strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt stronger, lean, and lithe. I felt like a vulture.

After goofing off for a few more transactions 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 lilliputian guilty for the intemperateness I had just spent ten minute on. I turned on the pee and closed the curtain.

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

I turned the cascade temperature down a short. I flexed my asshole. It felt respectable, the way every muscle down there responded in harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to feel what she was going to feel like. I was curious.
About an hour later, my skin wrinkled from the H2O, I picked myself up off the shower floor. I had cum twice. By the end I had three fingers in my ass, foster than I ever thought possible and nothing had ever felt so good.


I got to the shop by just around lunch. There was a wet dapple at the top of my pants, but my tee shirt hid it. My precum had gushed the entire driving. 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 cascade. I had liked it a lot. And anything that would help oneself me get Helen inside me - I was all in.

The girl behind the counter was in her deep 1920s. She had long earrings that touched her articulatio humeri which in turn made her pass expression disproportionately close to her chest. She had on an old t-shirt, a striation or sketch that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the t-shirt but because I didn't know how to discuss sexual thing with a stranger.

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

The girl behind the counter kind of sighed the third gear 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 tone was authorized, brusque even."come here. What are you looking for ?"

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty sure the intuitive feeling I was having was take flight ! And for a split second base, I almost went that way, but instead, I realized what she was doing. She was helping me. We were alone. This was mastermind. efficient. We were adult.

"stern hype,"I said the word, alone. I just sort of threw it out there.

"First time ?"She raised her eyebrow but that was her solely formula and we still hadn't made eye contact lens. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many monitoring device positioned around the store to make for 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 condemnation.

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

The thing was lowly and exactly like the ones I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a finger and a half across-the-board.

The untried peeress with the dark whisker and a single dreadlock made a sound I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped sparking plug but heavy. It was closer to three, lithe fingers.

I glanced back at the shelf.

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

"Yes,"I thought of Helen's 12 inches. It was ridiculous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to propagate me wide-cut. I wanted to see the delight on her facial expression when she came. Oh, my god, I was so shake up to obtain out what that would feel like !

"Then this one, but Jesus, postulate it slack, ok ?"There was echt concern in the young cleaning woman's phonation.


When I got home it was after two. I went straight to the lavatory. No, I disappeared into the bathroom for twenty proceedings, stuck that world-class hoopla in my ass, jerked off two more than sentence, and then got into some jeans to garden.

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

So, Mon was gardening in the dorsum yard. I had a trellis of roses that needed a fair total of attention and it was a thoroughgoing day - cloudy, in the high sixty, and barely a breeze. And I had my first butt fire hydrant in, which meant I was as arduous as a rock 'n' roll.

I was careful with the roses. I had been training them for two years, gently guiding them around the trellis'posts and over the delicate arch. I had to readjust my aching boner Thomas More than I thought potential. It was incredible, the way the quid stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate every once in a piece. I was in nirvana.

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

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

I tried to infer when it would chance. 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 kind of talked about it. Would it happen after dinner ?

It was the former thing that I kind of liked about the new Helen, she became rife when her dick was around. She was stronger, more demanding and fast-growing. I loved it. The new incline of her made me happy, a new scene to us.

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

Within five proceedings though, I was on my articulatio genus, her cock in my sass while I arched my back and adjusted my hips to put my bum plug against my prostate.

It didn't take her prospicient to cum. I had her just deep in my pharynx, as far as my jaws would give up. Her workforce were on the spinal column of my caput and her pelvis were working in and out. I moaned as my own hawkshaw spasmed and darkened a circle along near the waistline of my jeans.
And then I felt it spraying down my throat. I swallowed and Helen groaned and pressed deeper. My jaw ached but I didn't care.

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

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

"Makes horse sense,"I finished off my dental plate and took a foresighted sip of wine.

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

I thought of the java cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How much could I have in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my eyes across her physical structure. 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 hassle. I mean, I can't think she went after a professor like that."

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

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

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

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

I followed her up to the bedroom. I'll be dependable, I was a small disappointed. I mean, I had enjoyed the deep brown cup present and the opportunity to grant her head the minute she walked in the door, but I had been hoping the even was just getting started.

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

I looked down at her tits.

Helen's tits were one of her best features before her new consistence, but now ? Now they were the like rockets, missile ready to launch off and they were huge, a full fistful more than a week before.

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

"Are you alright ?"Helen walked over to me and put her weapons system around my cervix, her breasts 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 catch some Z's ?"She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her digit touched the edge of the plug. She pulled away from me, just a duo of inches while her finger's breadth explored the edge of my orphic.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

"fag plug,"the word had served me well earlier and I hadn't even owned one yet.

"Oh my god, are you life-threatening ?"Her cock continued to produce. It was already longer than mine.

"I turned and around and set 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 shiver ran through my entire body.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

I spread my thigh. I had never been so sure about anything in my lifespan. My pecker was throbbing, jerking up and down at the opinion of her fill me.

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

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

The detail are not important. Needless to say, there were a few false starts, places where Helen had to lay off, but she was so affected role. It took some piece of work. I hadn't planned on the pain, but eventually, Helen of Troy had more than half of her length in me. I felt to the full. I was panting and trying to slack up.

And as Helen gave me time to set, she intertwined her fingerbreadth with mine. She stretched my coat of arms over my head and covered me. Her body felt so good. Her cock so thrilling. It was the most intimate minute I had ever felt.

"I love you,"I said.

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

Helen started slowly sliding in and out of me. Her body was still draped over me, covering me from fountainhead to toe, and a thin sheen of sweat spread between us.

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

I reached up and top my own mammilla. The pain in the ass slashed through me."I'm close,"a heavy drop of clear precum oozed onto the blanket.

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

I could feel every vein, every inch and curve of her as she pushed and pulled. And then she did it. She pushed into me as deeply as she could. It may have been my resource, but I thought I could finger her cum gushing inside of me.

She reached around and squeezed my penis. That was all it took. She moaned as I clamped down around her and shot my load onto the blankets.

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