I heard the moaning the minute I opened the doorway and, I'll be true, I was pretty sure Helen was upstairs having sex with someone that wasn't me. You know how your genius immediately jumps to the sorry pillowcase scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're thinking is almost statistically impossible. But your mind doesn't care. It always thinks the big 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 someone up there going to town on her.

Now, some people might induce become immediately raging. They might have slammed the door and thrown their briefcase across the room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to down somebody. Most hoi polloi would have lost their dogshit immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the handle. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the front line door as quietly as I could and sneak up the stairs carefully trying to commemorate every speckle that creaked.

And then I was in battlefront of the door. I heard the bed creak and then another soft moan. I stepped closer. I heard a slurping sound. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my mind was one of those fast-forward movie collage, my mental capacity showed me a thousand memories of my wife's blowjobs. God, she was right at giving school principal. 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 trust there was anyone else in the planetary house. I got a gumption that I was haywire. Something didn't make sense.

I took a deep breath and reached for the doorway handle. Whatever was going on, I was about to get hold out. I opened the doorway and found Helen. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a trunk of flesh so prominent, she actually had the glans in her mouth. Yes, it had grown large enough that she could suck it and was apparently enjoying the new found sense datum.

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

Naturally, the last few days had been interesting. We had both done in insane amount of research, you know trying our outflank to project out what had caused the unusual protrusion. And we had talked about it day-and-night.

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 married woman suck her own stopcock, I was both relieved and excited.

My brain shifted gear wheel. My headache and fear about an affaire were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the first thought that crossed my nous was ... Oh my God, that is so have it away sexy. And then I thought that I should probably narrate her how I felt about her new accessory. I mean, I had been very deliberate when her clit expanded. Every metre she had gotten a foul-up over the yesteryear couple of days, I had made indisputable that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity.

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

It took her a second to realize that the door was loose and I was standing there. I mean, it would take taken me a 2d too.

She turned her head and our eyes met. I saw fear, superfluity, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen's centre before. I don't really screw how to line it, it was comparable strength or trust, maybe it was hauteur, but whatever it was sort of intimidating.

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

And my cock was instantly hard. I looked down at hers. It was impossibly big. I mean, it was half the girth of my forearm and a unanimous ten or 12 in. It glistened from the pre that she kept rubbing up and down.

There was a traffic jam of intelligence in my brain. Every brass in my body was jangly. I wanted to severalize 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 matter. I mean, I had never been excited about another man's cock before, but when she had one ? Oh, my god, it was all I had thought about. I can't assure you how many fourth dimension I masturbated during those first few days. Every time I took a asshole, I masturbated. To be honest, I was a little discomfited when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My lip 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 breathing spell came faster and I could secernate she was getting close to the end.

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my headland."It's fine, 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 hazard, I could feel it. I did n't guide my eyes off it. It was mesmerizing watching her stroke herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to act too.

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

Helen was sitting up against the headboard, her knees bedcover, her pussy had already left a wet slur on the mantle.

I stared at Helen, at the totally 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 prominence along the front of my khaki."Are you laborious ?"

It felt corresponding time stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to nil. My genius froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed hard and glanced at her prick again. All I wanted to do was touch it, wind my fingers around it. The fact that she was on the very border of an climax was driving me mad."I, um, you know, I mean you're obviously excited."

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

I swallowed hard again. I could palpate a cool sweat along my forehead. What if she did n't like my reply ? There were so many ways this could go wrongly. I was suddenly embarrassed and ashamed and terrified of losing her."Sweetie, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing cock she was holding onto and my own ached to be touched,"I love you no subject what."I said.

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

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

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

Helen of Troy was the most beautiful young lady I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying breeding and I was studying architecture. I met her at a sorority function, she was a client of one of the sisters. We has both been standing on the sidelines of the party when the quarterback for the team took a flying leap 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 friends. We did everything together. I had never had so very much in common with another individual or such a cool time hanging out with them. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

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

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

I can not explain how beat it felt to hold my married woman's prick in my handwriting, to stroke it, or to see the look on her facial expression. I don't think I had ever brought somebody such pleasance in my life.

Another stream of crystalise 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 hired hand over her head and arched her spinal column. `` Yesss ... '' she whined.

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

With one mitt stroking Helen of Troy's length, I wiped the finger across my natural language. The taste was sweet, almost like dearest and it had a slippery texture, just for a second and then it was gone."more than,"Helen reached over, took me by the wrist, and brought my former hand to her throbbing dick."Do n't arrest,"she moaned as I ran the palm of my script 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 have a cock like this ? And what else was happening to her ?

She was different, even though I really couldn't put my finger on it. She seemed solid, 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 times Helen had given me a hand job, how she had stroked me, her grip and how she concentrated on exactly what I liked. I glanced back at Helen 's face. She was lost in ecstasy. I kept moving my work force sliding them up and down. All I wanted was to please her.

"ass, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, unhinged eyes."Don't stop."She moved her hips in calendar method of birth control 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 workforce along her skin. Then I wondered what it would be like to be fucked in the ass. I wiped my medal through the crystallize liquidness and lathered her pole as she fucked my hands.

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

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

"Oh !"her eyes opened. `` Oh fuck ! '' Her fingers dug into the cover like she was holding on for dear life-time. Every muscle in her body flexed at once.

I aimed her cock at my cheek like it was a firing hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to sense her hot, gluey walking on air, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another current splattered across my undetermined shirt. The liquidity was ardent and there was a sweetness to the aroma. 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 R-2 was accompanied by a moan and a flavour of excruciating pleasure. I wanted it. I wanted her to never break off."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 heading back."roll in the hay !"Another violent stream of cum sprayed across my neck.

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

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

I leaned down and ran my glossa along the nape of her cervix. I let go of her penis and squeezed her breast together. I ran her teat across my open up chest and the pile she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the number 1 sentence, the shimmer. It was just for a second, maybe two, and it was lightheaded, like deliquium enough that I wasn't sure it was genuine. I mean, it could make just been a trick of the lighting and we were both so high on what was happening. But I am trusted that was the first sentence I noticed it, there was just a hint of blue along her shoulder, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but blue and in some unusual pattern. But it was so pass out, I didn't think I saw it.

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

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

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

I did. No sooner had she gotten her fingers around my prick and I was spraying my raptus into the waist of my khaki's. I couldn't assistance it. I don't know that I had ever been more grow on then I was right then. The entire experience had edged me for almost an hour. I was fuck drunk.

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

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

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

It was her instructor face and I almost laughed."Are you kidding me ? I mean, Helen,"I reached over and tucked a roam hair behind her ear."I kind of got excited the start time it happened."I felt myself rosiness. Why was it so unenviable, why did I hesitate to say it ?

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

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 phallus. I took a breath and braced myself.

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

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

"Worried ?"It was an honest motion. I wasn't worried in the least that my wife had a dozen in dick that was a solid three or four column inch 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 jazz what's going on, but if that's the way ... I mean, if you are going to have a…"I didn't know what to call up it. I hadn't thought about it - did she recall of it as something unlike ? What did she phone it in her mind ?

"A pecker ?"

I liked the hardness of the Christian Bible 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 dick that's dandy, right ?"I tried not to sound queasy, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as thin as composition and that everything was going to reveal in the next sentence or two.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I mean, role of me wants it. Part of me really wants it, but that percentage is like a new component part of me. Like a division 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 sentiency to you ?"

I laid my deal over hers."I think it does. The phallus can't be the only modification, right ? There have to be some other physiological changes. It ejaculates like a regular penis, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did think of a fair measure about my junk from scientific discipline class.

She scooted closer and I felt her nipple against my arm. It was hard and a little shiver went through me. I was so glad it was Friday. I had a feeling it was going to be a recent 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 severalise that piece of her was still rummy about the science of what was happening. Even if some portion of her accepted it, she still wanted an answer. She had always had a keen 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 peg 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 magic and goddesses and stuff ?"It was all either of us had found, a million websites devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent hours on them, flipping through the primary galleries of hentai and futa, reading the narrative posted across the internet.

"What former explanation is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was sober. She was a prof, a rude sceptic. 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 journal article ever written that described what was happening to Helen. reliance me, I had spent time of day searching.

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

"I know what it sounds like, but I sort of just want a grounds. I want to understand it, even if it's illusion. I don't care, I just want to know."

"conjuring 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 hand job,"she pressed her sass against mine and I felt her cock twitch to life.


***

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

I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was impossible not to, so much had changed over just a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I mean, when the week started, life-time had been rule - work, eat, and shimmer as common. We were just two master in their betimes thirties. But now ?

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

It wasn't an well-heeled interrogative to guessing at. I mean, Helen was changing, not just her new add-on either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the changes much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was enquiry and orgasm, which wasn't necessarily a bad affair. I wasn't complaining that was for sure as shooting. ) She was changing physically. It was slight, but I think we both noticed it. When her penis presented she variety of changed. She grew a little taller, a minuscule thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she sort of stretched-out, like her fingers seemed a little long. It happened slowly, like you didn't really bill it until it was over.

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

But there were More changes than just to her exterior. That was one of the things Helen did talk about. She was careful when she described it. She liked to intend of it as a voice of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared her. She liked to be a piddling dominant. She liked to be substantial.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me fuck her. I would charter her from behind, grabbing her hips and thrusting. And she would get rough. She wanted me to take her wrists, to extract her backwards and jazz her as hard as I could.

Her mammoth pecker would bounce and slap against her chest of drawers, oozing a steady stream of pre. But I could tell it wasn't enough. No topic 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 meat 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 pectoralis and squeezed,

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

And then she shifted her physical structure, pulled herself closer to me, and dropped her hips so that her prick 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 awry. I knew the mechanism of such a thing would be painful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to pass over the component where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my back and Milk River her ten inches of rock intemperate dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the first meter I had thought about her cock and my ass merging. It wasn't my first thought when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the first few. First I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to taste it. But by Sunday morning, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a instinctive forward motion.

I loved her cock. I loved the way it looked and felt, I loved the way she tasted, but I loved goose egg better than pleasing her. And, although the present moment had passed that evening, I had a feeling there would be other evenings.

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like, what it would feel like to accept her push button into me. I had no idea. I had never played with my asshole before, it had never crossed my nous. But now ? Now it seemed like the next step, right ? A raw progression.

And then Helen of Troy rolled back over. Within a hint her eubstance had conformed to my SHAPE, except she reached down between our bodies. She shifted her coxa and pulled back a few in.

I waited, unsure of what she was doing.

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

I wasn't ready for the tone, 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 wait at her. Her eyes were closed. She was still asleep, her peter half-erect in her hand."Helen,"I whispered, not convinced.

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

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

Helen of Troy's oculus went extensive 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 shamefaced. This was not going to help my example later. You know, where I tried to explain to her that I did need her to try and have intercourse me. Just not right now, not this second.

But the aspect on her case 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 intensity level, 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.

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

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

"Oh you have ?"She bit her down lip in that aphrodisiac 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 come up out,"she wrapped her long fingers around the base of her cock."Back up."

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

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

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

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

The future morn, Mon, when I woke up, Helen of Troy was standing at the end of the bed digging through her chest of drawers drawers."Good morning,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the curve of her trunk.

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

"I had a crazy dream."I chuckled.

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

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

"Was I mean ?"She was severe.

"What do you mean ?"

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

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

"I know but I can't mastery it,"all the gaiety was gone from her phonation and her face was serious."Sometimes I feel like I'm a different person."

I sat on the border of the bed and cleared the nap from my eyes."But it's not a bad matter, right ?"It was all a jumble interior. I couldn't reckon how shuddery all of it must possess been for her.

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

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her ending. She leaned her caput against my shoulder."Everything is going to be ok,"I kissed her oral sex.

***

When I opened my eye 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 flip, but it didn't. I wasn't nauseated, I just felt lighter, like I was either dramatically stronger, which didn't look to be the case, or I had lost a few pounds.

I stood up. Everything seemed to forge. Nothing was sore, nothing looked bruised. I rubbed my eyes. The last few days 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-eyed and worn out. Next to the java Lord were two coffee loving cup set out on the counterpunch so I would mark them. One was vacuous and one had a short letter in front end of it.

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

I thought about the dark before, the way I had finally sucked her rooster past my gag reflex. I had almost gotten my nose to the still peel of her belly. She was so inscrutable. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her load down my pharynx, across my face and her breasts.

I picked up the chocolate cup. The liquid state inside was opaque and there was the slender change in density throughout. I smiled. It was her bliss, she must ingest jacked off before she left. I was dingy I had missed it. I was addicted to the stuff.

I dipped my finger into the warm liquid and slipped it into my mouth. The honey-textured sweetness coated my tongue. My cock immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another finger and brought it to my back talk.

An nonvoluntary groan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my eyes remembering how her cock felt in my mouth. How I had put one bridge player on the bottom of her cock, sucking hard, going up and down, using my tongue everywhere. How my other script had skid three fingers into her dripping hole, forcing her further into my oral fissure, making her shag 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 dick until she calmed down.

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

The cobbler's last workweek had been a sexual crack cocaine and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost out of the question to trust. Nothing as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger in my wife's heart and thought back over it all, her penis coming into court, the showtime blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty for certain she was going to get it on me - at some point.

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

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

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

Helen of Troy hadn't mentioned an specific design to fuck me. I'm not sure the thought had ever crossed her mind before Lord's Day night. I, on the other hand, had thought of slight else. I mean, the morning after her cock made its first appearance, I had already considered the possibility.

I swirled my finger through her ambrosia 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 distance and I lifted the cup to my lips. It smelled like honey. I took a farseeing swallow, swirling the goo across my knife before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm and sweet. Why wasn't my own cum sweet ? I put the glass down and took a cryptic breath. It was just like it had been the night before. Helen of Troy's cum affected me like alcohol. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a small light-headed, my grimace stuck in a grin. I felt great.

I drank a cup of umber while I stood there fantasizing about Helen bending me over the kitchen table. Then I wandered off to the bathroom. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would find 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 beginning time I saw it. The very first prison term I wondered, even if only for a moment, if legerdemain wasn't real. It was Wyrd. For a break up second, I thought I saw something glow along the mirror, right on the reflection, something light up blue air. It was just for a s, a trice, and it was gone.

I couldn't tell if the strange igniter was on them mirror on if had been on me. I looked myself over, but there was nothing.

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

But then I kind of got caught up in the reflection, the young man staring back at me. I was looking pretty sound, if I did say so myself. I flexed my weapon and watched the muscularity bulge. I changed the pose and noticed that I was lithe, like I was a cat, a tiger or a Acinonyx jubatus.

Now, don't get me awry. I worked out three fourth dimension a calendar week, I was pretty well built. Helen of Troy always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was dissimilar. This was thin, thin than I normally was. And the matter that made it especially strange was that I felt the way I looked. I felt stronger, skimpy, and lithe. I felt like a predator.

After goofing off for a few to a greater extent instant in the mirror, I decided to hop in the shower. I had things to do, authoritative affair to do before Helen got menage and I felt a little shamefaced for the intemperance I had just spent ten minutes on. I turned on the water supply and closed the drapery.

The hot water felt ripe. I turned around and let it run down my neck and back. I closed my eyes and thought about the nighttime before, the way her cock felt in between my ass nerve. 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 rain shower temperature down a little. I flexed my arse. It felt dear, the way every muscularity down there responded in harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to feel what she was going to find like. I was curious.
About an hour later, my skin wrinkled from the water, I picked myself up off the shower bath base. I had cum twice. By the end I had three digit in my ass, further 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 spot at the top of my bloomers, but my t-shirt hid it. My precum had gushed the entire private road. I was so excited. I don't know what it was really. Was it the fact that it was a surprise/secret for Helen of Troy ? Was it the fact that I had never, in fact, been to a sex shop before ? Or maybe it was just the fact that I had liked the way it felt in the rain shower. I had liked it a lot. And anything that would help me get Helen inside me - I was all in.

The girl behind the counter was in her late twenties. She had long earrings that touched her shoulder which in turn made her forefront looking disproportionately close to her pectus. She had on an old T-shirt, a stripe or cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the t-shirt but because I didn't experience how to discuss sexual things with a stranger.

I walked around the post trying to seem as occasional as I thought you were supposed to. It was in fact lunch prison term on a weekday so there wasn't even anyone to watch me being an idiot.

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

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

"posterior plug,"I said the word, alone. I just sort of threw it out there.

"low time ?"She raised her eyebrow but that was her lone expression and we still hadn't made eye middleman. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many admonisher positioned around the shop to make sure no one stole anything.

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

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

The matter was small and exactly like the ones I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a finger and a half all-embracing.

The vernal noblewoman with the dark haircloth and a 1 dreadlock made a sound I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped plug but declamatory. It was closer to three, slender fingers.

I glanced back at the shelf.

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

"Yes,"I thought of Helen's twelve column inch. It was nonsensical. But I wanted it. I wanted it to distribute me all-encompassing. I wanted to see the pleasure on her face when she came. Oh, my god, I was so arouse to feel out what that would feel like !

"Then this one, but Jesus, take it slow down, ok ?"There was actual concern in the young woman's vocalization.


When I got menage it was after two. I went straight to the privy. No, I disappeared into the bathroom for twenty arcminute, stuck that first plug in my ass, jerked off two more clock time, and then got into some jeans to garden.

It was the joy of working from base. Helen wandered off for a regimental day, but I could do pretty a lot whatever I wanted. It wasn't a bad gig, and two days before Helen presented. I had just closed out a final payment on a multi-building position parking area.

So, Monday was gardening in the back G. I had a trellis of rose that needed a fair amount of aid and it was a unadulterated day - cloudy, in the high sixty, and barely a breeze. And I had my world-class arse plug in, which meant I was as unvoiced as a rock'n'roll.

I was careful with the rose wine. I had been training them for two class, gently guiding them around the trellis'posts and over the delicate arch. I had to reset my aching boner more than I thought possible. It was incredible, the way the stopple stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate every once in a piece. I was in heaven.

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

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

I tried to guess when it would happen. Would it be like the dark before ? Would I heat 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 party ?

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

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

Within five minutes though, I was on my knees, her stopcock in my sass while I arched my cover and adjusted my hip joint to put my butt end stopper against my prostate gland.

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

I wore the plug through dinner. Helen was pretty unruffled while we ate. She said that Henry M. Robert had gotten in hassle with some lady friend, Mika. Something like molestation. She didn't think it was going to be a Brobdingnagian deal, but she said it was concerning.

I asked her why she was so tranquillise and she smiled."I think I'm a little shopworn,"she glanced up at my hair's-breadth where it was still wet from her cum.

"Makes sentiency,"I finished off my plate and took a long sip of wine.

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

I thought of the umber cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How much could I consume in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my middle across her body. She was so hot. The past times calendar week had changed her and she had been beautiful before. Now though ? She was something else. I leaned across the mesa and kissed her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked down at her nipple.

Helen's titmouse were one of her intimately features before her new organic structure, but now ? Now they were wish rockets, missile ready to launch off and they were vast, a full handful more than than a week before.

"Yeah,"I unbuttoned my denim and lifted my leg to take them off. I remembered the hoopla or, rather, the plug gently reminded me where it was. A piddling shiver went through me and I felt my penis react.

"Are you alright ?"Helen of Troy walked over to me and put her arms around my neck, her breasts against my au naturel chest.

My penis rose against her thighs and then I felt hers pushing 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 edge of the stopper. She pulled away from me, just a couple of in while her finger explored the edge of my private.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

"Butt plug,"the Christian Bible had served me well earlier and I hadn't even owned one yet.

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

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

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

A shudder ran through my intact consistency.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

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

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

I tried to relax. I took a hint and concentrated. And then she was pressing into me. Her cockhead was all-inclusive and tranquil and I could sense my sphincter environment it.

The item are not significant. Needless to say, there were a few fake starts, space where Helen had to stop, but she was so affected role. It took some work. I hadn't planned on the bother, but eventually, Helen had Thomas More than half of her length in me. I felt full. I was panting and trying to relax.

And as Helen gave me time to align, she intertwined her fingers with mine. She stretched my arms over my head and covered me. Her soundbox felt so good. Her tool so thrilling. It was the most adumbrate moment I had ever felt.

"I love you,"I said.

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

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

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

I reached up and abstract my own mamilla. The pain in the ass slashed through me."I'm close,"a large drop of unclutter precum oozed onto the cover.

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

I could feel every vein, every column 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 vision, but I thought I could feel her cum gushing inside of me.

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

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