I heard the moaning the minute I opened the door and, I'll be honest, I was pretty sure Helen of Troy was upstairs having sex with someone that wasn't me. You know how your brain immediately jumps to the worst case scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you're thinking is almost statistically unimaginable. But your brain doesn't aid. It always thinks the worst thing first.

And that's what I thought when I opened the door. I thought she was having an involvement. I had no melodic theme 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 the great unwashed might have become immediately tempestuous. They might make slammed the door and confound their briefcase across the elbow room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to kill someone. Most the great unwashed would throw lost their shit immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the handle. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the front door as quietly as I could and crept up the step carefully trying to remember every position that creaked.

And then I was in front of the door. I heard the bed creaking and then another lenient moan. I stepped closer. I heard a slurping sound. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my head was one of those fast-forward picture show collage, my psyche showed me a thousand retention of my wife's blowjobs. God, she was good at giving head. Always had been.

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

I took a deep hint and reached for the doorway handgrip. Whatever was going on, I was about to detect out. I opened the doorway and found Helen. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a trunk of flesh so with child, she actually had the glans in her mouth. Yes, it had grown vauntingly enough that she could suck it and was apparently enjoying the new found sensation.

It had been two day since her prick 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 theme why it had happened. It simply had. At 2:30 in the dawning, she woke up with a prick between her leg. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her englut clit that had somehow evolved to release more come than I had ever seen.

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

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

So, standing in the room access watching my married woman suck her own cock, I was both relieved and excited.

My brain shifted gear wheel. My trouble and fear about an affair were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the number 1 thought that crossed my mind was ... Oh my God, that is so fuck sexy. And then I thought that I should probably tell her how I felt about her new supplement. I mean, I had been very heedful when her clit expanded. Every time she had gotten a botch over the retiring duet of days, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity.

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

It took her a back to understand that the door was open up and I was standing there. I mean, it would have taken me a moment too.

She turned her head and our middle met. I saw fear, embarrassment, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen's eyes before. I don't really know how to trace it, it was like military posture or sureness, maybe it was haughtiness, but whatever it was kind of intimidating.

"Lucas ? I…"she sputtered holding onto her cock with one helping hand while a rich 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 gruff voicelessness.

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 solid ten or XII inches. It glistened from the pre that she kept rubbing up and down.

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

I do n't love 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 severalise you how many times I masturbated during those first few days. Every time I took a darn, I masturbated. To be honest, I was a little disappointed when it disappeared. But now that it was back. My mouth watered.

"I couldn't stop it. It just kept getting bigger."Helen's helping 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 narrate she was getting close to the end.

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my head."It's OK, mind it's going to be okay."I moved toward the bed. I was worry she was going to panic. I tried to unbutton my shirt as fast as I could. This was my chance, I could feel it. I did n't take my eyes off it. It was mesmerizing watching her solidus herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to fiddle too.

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

Helen was sitting up against the headboard, her human knee cattle farm, her kitty had already left a wet maculation on the blanket.

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

I reached into my bloomers and straightened my 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 protrusion along the presence of my khaki."Are you gruelling ?"

It felt like time stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to zilch. My Einstein froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed strong and glanced at her gumshoe again. All I wanted to do was touch it, wrap my finger around it. The fact that she was on the very boundary of an orgasm was driving me mad."I, um, you know, I mean you're obviously excited."

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

I swallowed hard again. I could feel a cool sweat along my forehead. What if she did n't like my answer ? There were so many ways this could go wrong. I was suddenly blockade and ashamed and frightened 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 topic what."I said.

"Even if I have a cock ?"she looked down at the tool in her hand, but I was for certain I saw the trace of a smiling across her rim. She liked it too.

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

But the increase pressure sensation of my handwriting, made her shudder slightly. I looked over her body again. My cock had already left a wet grade on my knickers. I could n't consider this was happening.

Helen was the most beautiful daughter I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying education and I was studying computer architecture. I met her at a sorority function, she was a Edgar Guest 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 pool with all of his wearing apparel 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 a lot in common with another person or such a aplomb time hanging out with them. She was the better affair that had ever happened to me.

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

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

I can not excuse how awful it felt to hold my wife's hammer in my hired man, to stroke it, or to see the look on her face. I don't think I had ever brought someone such pleasure in my life.

Another current of clear pre oozed from her tip and rolled over my fingers. I used it like lotion and kept rubbing her dick.

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

I watched the pre surge from her hole again. I wanted to try out it. I moved closer to her, straddling her leg. I reached forward and slid a finger's breadth through the drop at her tip. I lifted it to my olfactory organ. I mean, what sort of pre did she have ? Was it like mine ? It looked like it.

With one manus stroking Helen's length, I wiped the finger across my glossa. The penchant was sweet, almost like honey and it had a slippery texture, just for a mo and then it was gone."More,"Helen of Troy reached over, took me by the wrist joint, and brought my other hand to her throbbing prick."Do n't stop,"she moaned as I ran the palm of my mitt over her spongy tip.

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

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

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

"fucking, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, crazy eyes."Don't stop."She moved her pelvic arch in rhythm method of birth control with my hired man."Oh, that feels so good !"She threw her capitulum back and her pecker jerked another stream of precum.

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

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

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

"Oh !"her eyes opened. `` Oh fuck ! '' Her finger dug into the blankets like she was holding on for pricey lifespan. Every muscle in her body twist at once.

I aimed her cock at my grimace like it was a flaming hosepipe. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to feel her hot, glutinous bliss, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another stream splattered across my outdoors shirt. The liquid was warm and there was a sweetness to the odor. And I was in promised land. I couldn't believe how much she came, but I was lost in the moment. I watched her face as she came, every sticky rope was accompanied by a moan and a look of excruciating delight. I wanted it. I wanted her to never discontinue."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my hands through the goo and continued to milk her cock,"give it to me."

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

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

When it was over, she leaned forward and kissed me like I had been gone for hebdomad. Our natural language moved back and forth into each other's mouths. The voiced pillows of her breasts were pressed against my mitt. And her cock was still throbbing and jerking.

I leaned down and ran my tongue along the nape of her neck opening. I let go of her penis and squeezed her boob together. I ran her nipples across my subject pectus and the muckle she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the first time, the play. It was just for a second, maybe two, and it was faint-hearted, like syncope enough that I wasn't sure it was material. I mean, it could get just been a whoremonger of the light and we were both so heights on what was happening. But I am sure that was the low gear meter I noticed it, there was just a hint of blue devil along her berm, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but blue and in some strange radiation diagram. But it was so feeble, I didn't think I saw it.

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

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

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

I did. No Oklahoman had she gotten her fingers around my dick and I was spraying my go into the waistline of my khaki's. I couldn't help it. I don't know that I had ever been more sour on then I was compensate then. The entire experience had edged me for almost an time of day. I was fuck drunk.

We kissed and fondled each other for another few instant before I got up, got undressed, and got a damp towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we kind of both decided that it was time to talk.

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

"No, for some reason I'm not."Helen's cock had disappeared a few min after I had cum, it had simply slowly deflated and returned to a convention clit, little, and hooded in the winding-clothes of pelt."Are you ? I mean, you have to severalize me what you're thinking."She tilted her head teacher."I'm serious."

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

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

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

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

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

"Worried ?"It was an honest question. I wasn't worried in the least that my wife had a XII inch cock that was a solid three or four inches in diameter. I wasn't worried at all. I don't know exactly why I wasn't but the fact was - I was excited about it. But how do you say that without sounding crazy, right ?"I mean, I would care to be intimate 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 scream it. I hadn't thought about it - did she guess of it as something different ? What did she bid it in her mind ?

"A cock ?"

I liked the severity of the Word when she said it. My own began to plump. Cock.

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

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

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

"Yes,"I looked down between us. Her breasts were half-covered by the mantle, the segmentation between them was dark and inviting. I thought of the way her penis could lay between them, how she could titty jazz 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 know how to feel 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 Holy Writ 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 contribution is like a new part of me. Like a part of my personality that I didn't know I had. I don't really understand it. I just know that when it wants, I can't seem to dismiss it. I give it what it wants ?"She looked at me and shrugged."Does any of that make any sense to you ?"

I laid my helping hand over hers."I think it does. The penis can't be the only 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 recall a fair amount about my junk from science class.

She scooted closer and I felt her mammilla against my arm. It was heavily and a little tingle went through me. I was so gladiola it was Friday. I had a tone it was going to be a late night.

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

"wealthy person you found anything that makes any sense of this though ?"I could tell that function of her was still curious about the science of what was happening. Even if some part of her live with it, she still wanted an resolution. She had always had a keen sensory faculty of curio, she liked to understand matter and how they worked.

"No,"I scooted back a bit on the bed and looked her over. She was so beautiful. Her farseeing peg and double-dyed thighs."You ?"

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

"Like the stories with magic and goddesses and material ?"It was all either of us had found, a million website devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent hours on them, flipping through the main picture gallery of hentai and futa, reading the stories posted across the internet.

"What former account is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was grave. She was a prof, a rude skeptic. She didn't believe in anything but art and science. And now she was talking about what if there was conjuration ? But she was right. There wasn't a checkup journal clause ever written that described what was happening to Helen of Troy. trust me, I had spent hours searching.

"I mean, we find new things all the time, right ? And the eastern faith and mythology, there has to be some validity to those legends, right ?"

"I know what it sounds like, but I form of just need a reason. I want to translate it, even if it's magic. I don't fear, I just want to know."

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

Helen threw the binding back and rolled on top of me."give me another hand job,"she pressed her lips against mine and I felt her cock vellication to life.


***

I think it was Sunday cockcrow, 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 in, plump but not hard. We were curled up in bed, her arm draped over me, her breath at the back of my neck.

I laid there and quietly thought about the workweek. It was impossible not to, so much had changed over just a few days. I mean, when the workweek started, aliveness had been normal - body of work, eat, and play as usual. We were just two master in their early thirties. But now ?

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

It wasn't an loose inquiry to guess at. I mean, Helen was changing, not just her new addition either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the change much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was research and orgasm, which wasn't necessarily a bad affair. I wasn't complaining that was for for certain. ) 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 footling thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her finger seemed a piddling farseeing. It happened slowly, like you didn't really bill it until it was over.

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

But there were to a greater extent change than just to her exterior. That was one of the things Helen of Troy did mouth about. She was heedful when she described it. She liked to remember of it as a part of her that she had always repressed because it sort of scared her. She liked to be a piddling dominant. She liked to be strong.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me fuck her. I would take away her from behind, grabbing her pelvic girdle and thrusting. And she would get rough. She wanted me to pack her articulatio radiocarpea, to take out her backwards and eff her as heavy as I could.

Her mammoth cock would ricochet and slap against her chest, oozing a steady stream of pre. But I could distinguish it wasn't enough. No matter what I did, how I fucked her, I could tell it was less than she wanted.

When we talked, she said she loved it, the way she felt.

I did too. It was fun to have a new face of Helen, especially when we were all sex-crazed.

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

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

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

Whether she was awake or not, I kind of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the place was incorrect. I knew the grease monkey of such a thing would be irritating, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to pass over the part where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my back and milk her ten inches of rock surd dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the first time I had thought about her cock and my ass group meeting. It wasn't my 1st thought when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the first few. First I wanted to bear on it, then I wanted to savor it. But by Sunday first light, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a natural progression.

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

I closed my heart and wondered what it would be like, what it would find like to have her push into me. I had no idea. I had never played with my asshole before, it had never crossed my mind. But now ? Now it seemed like the next stride, right ? A rude progression.

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

I waited, unsure of what she was doing.

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

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

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

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

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

Helen's middle went all-embracing with surprise."What ?"She looked down to where she was holding her erection."Oh, my God, what happened ?"She let go of her prick and sat up.

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

But the look on her face wasn't surprisal. I could see the lie in her eyes. She knew what she was doing. It was almost like it wasn't Helen or, at 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 someone else ?"You, um, made a gambling for my ass,"I explained.

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

"I ... uh."I hadn't expected the dubiousness and I wasn't sure she was serious."I mean, I've thought process 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 goose egg about my own ass.

She grinned."Let's detect out,"she wrapped her farsighted fingers around the Qaeda of her cock."Back up."

My philia beat against my bureau like I had just run a 5k."I think I need to, you know, educate, practice…"

"nonsensicality, number here. I'll be gentle."The flavour in her optic was playful.

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

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

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

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

"I had a crazy dream."I chuckled.

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

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

"Was I mean ?"She was serious.

"What do you mean ?"

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

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

"I know but I can't control it,"all the playfulness was gone from her voice and her face was serious."Sometimes I feel like I'm a unlike person."

I sat on the edge of the bed and cleared the rest from my centre."But it's not a bad thing, right ?"It was all a jumble inside. I couldn't imagine how shuddery all of it must give birth been for her.

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

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her stopping point. She leaned her capitulum against my shoulder."Everything is going to be ok,"I kissed her foreland.

***

When I opened my eyes on Tuesday, I knew something was different. I felt lighter, like I was a little floaty. It was unearthly. 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 character, or I had lost a few pounds.

I stood up. Everything seemed to sour. Nothing was sore, nothing looked bruised. I rubbed my eyes. The last few days had been so unusual, maybe it was all in my imagination. I mean, there was zip visibly amiss with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all blear and exhaust. next to the burnt umber maker were two java cup set out on the parry so I would notice them. One was empty and one had a note in front of it.

I grabbed the little pillowcase of paper and opened it. After live 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 cock past my gag reflex. I had almost gotten my nose to the shine cutis of her belly. She was so trench. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her cargo down my throat, across my typeface and her bosom.

I picked up the burnt umber cup. The melted inside was opaque and there was the tenuous change in density throughout. I smiled. It was her bliss, she must suffer jacked off before she left. I was sorry I had missed it. I was addicted to the stuff.

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

An involuntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my eyes remembering how her prick felt in my lip. How I had put one handwriting on the stern of her peter, sucking hard, going up and down, using my natural language everywhere. How my other hand had slid three finger into her drop trap, forcing her further into my lip, making her piece of ass my fount harder and faster. How I had brought her to the knife's border and then backed way off - just flipping my lingua through the pre at the tip of his peter until she calmed down.

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

The last week had been a sexual crack cocaine and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost impossible to trust. Nothing as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another fingerbreadth in my married woman's spunk and thought back over it all, her penis coming into court, the first blowjob I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure she was going to fuck me - at some degree.

I had already started research on the subject. Although even that proved to be daunting at sentence. ( Is it still called pegging even when your married woman 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 to part all of this, but I was also interested in a phone number of homosexual prospect that our relationship would now include.

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

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific intention to do it 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 petty else. I mean, the dawning after her cock 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 length and I lifted the cup to my brim. It smelled like love. I took a long swallow, swirling the goo across my tongue before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm up and sweet. Why wasn't my own cum sweet ? I put the glass down and took a thick 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 piffling silly, my fount stuck in a grin. I felt great.

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

That was the maiden time I saw it. The very first time I wondered, even if only for a moment, if conjuring trick wasn't genuine. It was Wyrd. For a cleave second, I thought I saw something glow along the mirror, right on the reflection, something light blue. It was just for a second, a flash, and it was gone.

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

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

But then I sort of got caught up in the reflection, the Whitney 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 cheetah.

Now, don't get me incorrect. I worked out three times a hebdomad, I was pretty well built. Helen always thought I looked sexy without a shirt on, but this was different. This was tip, leaner than I normally was. And the thing that made it especially unusual was that I felt the way I looked. I felt stiff, leaner, and lithe. I felt like a piranha.

After goofing off for a few more proceedings in the mirror, I decided to hop in the shower. I had things to do, important things to do before Helen of Troy got home and I felt a slight guilty for the intemperateness I had just spent ten minute on. I turned on the body of water and closed the curtain.

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

I turned the shower temperature down a fiddling. I flexed my asshole. It felt good, the way every muscle down there responded in musical harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to feel what she was going to palpate like. I was curious.
About an hour later, my tegument wrinkled from the weewee, I picked myself up off the shower level. I had cum twice. By the end I had three fingerbreadth in my ass, further than I ever thought possible and cipher had ever felt so good.


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

The girl behind the retort was in her late mid-twenties. She had longsighted earrings that touched her shoulders which in turn made her head teacher look disproportionately close to her dresser. She had on an old t-shirt, a band or cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the t-shirt but because I didn't know how to discuss intimate matter with a unknown.

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

The miss behind the counter kind of sighed the third prison term that I glanced over at her. She tucked a light Strand of what appeared to be a single dreadlock behind her ear."Hey,"her tincture 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 feeling I was having was flee ! And for a fragmented second, I almost went that way, but instead, I realized what she was doing. She was helping me. We were alone. This was channelize. efficient. We were grownup.

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

"showtime clip ?"She raised her eyebrow but that was her only expression and we still hadn't made eye contact. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many proctor positioned around the memory board to induce sure no one stole anything.

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

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

The affair was small and exactly like the ace I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a fingerbreadth and a half wide.

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

I glanced back at the shelf.

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

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

"Then this one, but Jesus, withdraw it slow up, ok ?"There was genuine fear in the young woman's voice.


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

It was the joy of working from home. Helen of Troy wandered off for a regimental day, but I could do pretty 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 defrayment on a multi-building office Park.

So, Monday was gardening in the back grounds. I had a trellis of roses that needed a fair amount of care and it was a staring day - cloudy, in the high mid-sixties, and barely a cinch. And I had my first-class honours degree fag hype in, which meant I was as hard as a rock music.

I was careful with the roses. I had been training them for two age, gently guiding them around the trellis'posts and over the delicate arch. I had to readjust my aching boner more than I thought possible. It was incredible, the way the hype stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate gland every once in a spell. I was in heaven.

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

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

I tried to guess when it would happen. Would it be like the night before ? Would I stir up up just as she was getting hard ? Or would it be earlier ? I mean, we had already kind of talked about it. Would it fall out after dinner ?

It was the early thing 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 meat of her made me well-chosen, a new aspect to us.

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

Within five minutes though, I was on my knees, her shaft in my mouth while I arched my vertebral column and adjusted my hip joint to put my butt plug against my prostate.

It didn't take her long to cum. I had her just deep in my throat, as far as my jaws would appropriate. Her manpower were on the back of my brain and her hips were working in and out. I moaned as my own dick spasmed and darkened a traffic circle along near the waist 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 party. Helen was pretty quiet while we ate. She said that Henry M. Robert had gotten in worry with some girlfriend, Mika. Something like harassment. She didn't think it was going to be a Brobdingnagian pot, but she said it was concerning.

I asked her why she was so quietly and she smiled."I think I'm a short tired,"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 long sip of wine.

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

I thought of the deep brown cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How much could I take in in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my heart across her consistence. She was so hot. The yesteryear hebdomad had changed her and she had been beautiful before. Now though ? She was something else. I leaned across the table and kissed her.

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

It caught me off guard and I sat back down at the board."That's the fille's epithet that filed the claim thing ?"

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

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

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

I followed her up to the chamber. I'll be honest, I was a little disappoint. I mean, I had enjoyed the burnt umber cup present and the opportunity to leave her school principal the minute she walked in the door, but I had been hoping the evening was just getting started.

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

I looked down at her breast.

Helen of Troy's tit were one of her just features before her new trunk, but now ? Now they were like rockets, missile ready to launch off and they were huge, a full handful more than a hebdomad before.

"Yeah,"I unbuttoned my denim and lifted my leg to charter them off. I remembered the plug or, rather, the hype 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 limb around my neck, her breasts against my bleak chest.

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

Helen grinned."Maybe once before I go to sleep ?"She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her finger touched the edge of the jade. She pulled away from me, just a couple of inches while her finger explored the bound of my occult.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

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

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

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

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

A frisson ran through my intact body.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

I spread my thighs. I had never been so certainly about anything in my aliveness. My cock was throbbing, jerking up and down at the thought of her woof me.

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

I tried to slow down. I took a breath and concentrated. And then she was pressing into me. Her cockhead was wide of the mark and smooth and I could sense my sphincter environment it.

The details are not significant. Needless to say, there were a few off-key jump, piazza where Helen had to stop, but she was so patient. It took some study. I hadn't planned on the pain sensation, but eventually, Helen had more than one-half of her length in me. I felt replete. I was panting and trying to relax.

And as Helen gave me time to adjust, she intertwined her fingers with mine. She stretched my sleeve over my top dog and covered me. Her organic structure felt so good. Her cock so thrilling. It was the most intimate mo I had ever felt.

"I love you,"I said.

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

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

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

I reached up and cabbage my own pap. The pain sensation slashed through me."I'm close,"a large drop of sack up precum oozed onto the blanket.

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

I could sense 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 feature been my imagination, but I thought I could find her cum gushing inside of me.

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

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Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed the taradiddle. This story was lifted from the series : Little fiend 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 !