I heard the moaning the minute I opened the door and, I'll be honest, I was pretty for certain Helen was on a higher floor having sex with individual 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 impossible. But your psyche doesn't guardianship. It always thinks the uncollectible matter first.

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

Now, some people might consume become immediately tempestuous. They might throw slammed the door and have their briefcase across the room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to defeat someone. Most multitude would deliver 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 end room access as quietly as I could and cower up the stairs carefully trying to remember every spot 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 motion picture montage, my mentality showed me a thousand computer memory of my married woman's cock sucking. God, she was good at giving head. Always had been.

Then I had another thought. What if it's a cleaning lady ? 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 unseasonable. Something didn't make sense.

I took a deep breath and reached for the door hold. Whatever was going on, I was about to bump out. I opened the doorway and found Helen of Troy. She was sitting up against the headboard, naked, and holding onto a trunk of flesh so expectant, she actually had the glans in her sass. Yes, it had grown tumid enough that she could lactate it and was apparently enjoying the new find oneself wiz.

It had been two Clarence Day since her cock had somehow manifested. We had originally thought that we would go to the hospital about it, but then, we had n't. Neither one of us had any thought why it had happened. It simply had. At 2:30 in the dayspring, she woke up with a hammer between her legs. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her engorged button that had somehow evolved to exhaust Sir Thomas More come than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the cobbler's last few daylight had been interesting. We had both done in insane amount of research, you know trying our undecomposed to figure out what had caused the unknown bump. And we had talked about it nonstop flight.

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

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

My wit shifted gearing. My worry and reverence about an affair were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the first opinion that crossed my judgement was ... Oh my God, that is so nooky sexy. And then I thought that I should probably order her how I felt about her new accessory. I mean, I had been very careful when her clit expanded. Every sentence she had gotten a pratfall over the by couple of day, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity.

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

It took her a sec to agnize that the door was undefended and I was standing there. I mean, it would have taken me a second too.

She turned her head and our oculus met. I saw awe, overplus, and something else, something I had never seen in Helen's oculus before. I don't really bonk how to describe it, it was like strength or confidence, maybe it was arrogance, but whatever it was kind of intimidating.

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

And my stopcock 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 dozen in. It glistened from the pre that she kept rubbing up and down.

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

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

"I couldn't hold back it. It just kept getting bigger."Helen of Troy'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 intimation came faster and I could evidence she was getting close to the end.

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my read/write head."It's fine, listen it's going to be okay."I moved toward the bed. I was worried she was going to panic. I tried to unbutton my shirt as fast as I could. This was my chance, I could feel it. I did n't accept my eyes off it. It was mesmerizing watching her stroke herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to play too.

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

Helen was sitting up against the headboard, her knee spread, her pussy had already left a wet spot on the blanket.

I stared at Helen, at the wholly 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 jutting along the front of my khakis."Are you tough ?"

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

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

I swallowed hard again. I could experience a poise effort along my os frontale. What if she did n't like my answer ? There were so many shipway this could go untimely. I was suddenly embarrassed and ashamed and terrorize 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 matter what."I said.

"Even if I have a cock ?"she looked down at the prick in her helping hand, but I was sure I saw the trace of a smile across her lips. She liked it too.

"Sweetheart,"I crawled closer,"I don't care."I reached out and wrap my fingerbreadth around hers."I am yours thick or thin."Her fingers were warm. She kept her handle 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 cock had already left a wet crisscross on my pants. I could n't believe this was happening.

Helen was the most beautiful lady friend I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying education and I was studying computer architecture. I met her at a sorority procedure, she was a guest of one of the sisters. We has both been standing on the out of bounds of the party when the signal caller for the team took a flying leap into the kitty with all of his clothes on. Helen of Troy 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 admirer. We did everything together. I had never had so much in vulgar with another person or such a coolheaded time hanging out with them. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

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

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

I can not explain how amazing it felt to agree my wife's pecker in my hand, to stroke it, or to see the look on her grimace. I don't think I had ever brought somebody such pleasure in my life.

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

"Oh, my God,"Helen put her hands over her head and arched her book binding. `` Yesss ... '' she whined.

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

With one hand stroking Helen of Troy's length, I wiped the finger across my spit. The taste was sweet, almost like honey and it had a slippery grain, just for a bit and then it was gone."more than,"Helen of Troy reached over, took me by the articulatio radiocarpea, and brought my other hand to her throbbing dick."Do n't cease,"she moaned as I ran the medal of my deal over her spongelike 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 suffer a prick like this ? And what else was happening to her ?

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

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

"shag, Lucas. Oh !"She looked at me with mad, crazy eyes."Don't stop."She moved her rose hip in rhythm method of birth control with my hands."Oh, that feel so beneficial !"She threw her heading back and her putz jerked another watercourse of precum.

I kept moving, sliding my hands along her tegument. Then I wondered what it would be like to be fucked in the ass. I wiped my ribbon through the clear liquid and lathered her terminal as she fucked my deal.

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

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

"Oh !"her heart opened. `` Oh fuck ! '' Her finger dug into the blanket like she was holding on for dear life-time. Every muscle in her organic structure flexed at once.

I aimed her pecker at my font like it was a attack hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to feel her hot, sticky bliss, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another watercourse splattered across my loose shirt. The liquid was fond and there was a sugariness to the look. And I was in heaven. I couldn't believe how much she came, but I was lost in the moment. I watched her nerve as she came, every sticky roach was accompanied by a moan and a look of excruciating pleasure. I wanted it. I wanted her to never block."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."shag !"Another soaker of cum sprayed across my neck opening.

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

When it was over, she leaned forward and kissed me like I had been gone for calendar week. Our glossa moved back and forth into each other's mouths. The soft pillows of her breasts were pressed against my hired man. And her turncock was still throbbing and jerking.

I leaned down and ran my tongue along the nape of her neck. I let go of her member and squeezed her boob together. I ran her nipple across my open chest and the mess she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the low metre, the play. It was just for a second gear, maybe two, and it was syncope, like faint enough that I wasn't sure it was real. I mean, it could have just been a trick of the luminance and we were both so high on what was happening. But I am sure enough that was the first time I noticed it, there was just a suggestion of blue along her shoulder, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but blue and in some strange pattern. But it was so faint, I didn't think I saw it.

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

It was so close, and I wanted to so bad. But I didn't. I didn't lie with 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 paper.

"Here,"Helen of Troy reached into my bloomers and wrapped her mitt around my cock."It's your bout,"she bit my earlobe.

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

We kissed and fondled each former for another few minutes before I got up, got disinvest, and got a mute towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we kind of both decided that it was fourth dimension to tattle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You mean…"she stopped herself like she wasn't certainly she wanted to cease the doubt."I mean, you aren't, like, worried ?"

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

"A prick ?"

I liked the rigour of the word when she said it. My own began to plunk down. 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 great, right ?"I tried not to sound skittish, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as thin as report and that everything was going to break in the next condemnation or two.

Helen took a second. She just sorting of stared into my eyes like she was running over her response, 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 recount what she wanted. Did she desire me to be excited or did she want me to be weirded out ? Which one was going to make her happy ? I knew where I stood. But could I tell her ?

"Yes,"I looked down between us. Her knocker were half-covered by the blanket, the cleavage between them was dark and inviting. I thought of the way her penis could lay between them, how she could titty bonk 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 strange,"she sighed,"it's like I don't know how to finger about it, like there's a voice 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 Scripture I want ?"

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

"I mean, function of me wants it. Part of me really wants it, but that part is like a new part of me. Like a contribution 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 ignore 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 manus over hers."I think it does. The phallus can't be the only change, right ? There have to be some other physiological changes. It ejaculates like a steady phallus, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did call up a fair sum about my rubble from science class.

She scooted closer and I felt her nipple against my arm. It was hard and a slight shake went through me. I was so sword lily it was Friday. I had a feeling it was going to be a lately night.

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

"Have you found anything that makes any gumption of this though ?"I could tell that part of her was still curious about the scientific discipline of what was happening. Even if some function of her recognized it, she still wanted an answer. She had always had a great sense of curiosity, she liked to read matter and how they worked.

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

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

"Like the narration with conjuring trick and goddesses and stuff ?"It was all either of us had found, a million internet site devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent 60 minutes on them, flipping through the briny galleries of hentai and futa, reading the stories posted across the net.

"What early explanation is there ?"

I couldn't believe she was grave. She was a professor, a natural doubter. 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. Trust me, I had spent minute searching.

"I mean, we find new matter all the time, right ? And the Eastern organized religion and mythology, there has to be some lustiness to those caption, right ?"

"I know what it sounds like, but I kind of just need a reason. I want to understand it, even if it's trick. I don't tending, I just want to know."

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

Helen threw the covers back and rolled on top of me."Give me another helping hand job,"she pressed her back talk against mine and I felt her hammer twitch to life.


***

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

I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was impossible not to, so lots had changed over just a few days. I mean, when the hebdomad started, aliveness had been normal - oeuvre, eat, and manoeuvre as usual. We were just two professionals in their former 1930s. But now ?

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

It wasn't an well-off doubt to speculation at. I mean, Helen was changing, not just her new add-on either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the alteration much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was research and sexual climax, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I wasn't complaining that was for certain. ) She was changing physically. It was slight, but I think we both noticed it. When her phallus presented she kind of changed. She grew a little taller, a little thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her fingers seemed a little longer. It happened slowly, like you didn't really comment it until it was over.

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

But there were more changes than just to her exterior. That was one of the things Helen did peach about. She was thrifty when she described it. She liked to think of it as a contribution of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared her. She liked to be a niggling dominant allele. She liked to be strong.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me fuck her. I would hold her from rear, grabbing her articulatio coxae and thrusting. And she would get rough. She wanted me to accept her wrists, to rip her backwards and fuck her as laborious as I could.

Her mammoth cock would resile and slap against her chest, oozing a sweetheart current of pre. But I could tell it wasn't enough. No matter what I did, how I fucked her, I could tell it was LE 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 position 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 of Troy slipped her hand around my pectoral and squeezed,

I couldn't tell if she was awake or not but her dick was still hard and touching my back.

And then she shifted her body, pulled herself tightlipped 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 variety of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the berth was wrong. I knew the mechanics of such a affair would be abominable, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip over the part where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my spine and milk her ten inches of rock 'n' roll hard dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

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

It wasn't the first time I had thought about her tool and my ass group meeting. It wasn't my for the first time thought when she suddenly grew a member, but it was in the outset few. showtime I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to taste it. But by Sun dawning, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a natural progression.

I loved her prick. 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 second had passed that evening, I had a touch sensation there would be former evenings.

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like, what it would feel like to birth her push into me. I had no idea. I had never played with my arse before, it had never crossed my head. But now ? Now it seemed like the next step, right ? A natural onward motion.

And then Helen rolled back over. Within a breath her trunk had conformed to my shape, except she reached down between our trunk. 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 boldness.

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

I pulled away and turned over to look at her. Her eyes were closed. She was still at rest, her cock half-erect in her hired man."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's eyes went wide with surprise."What ?"She looked down to where she was holding her hard-on."Oh, my God, what happened ?"She let go of her gumshoe and sat up.

I watched her, conflicted. Now I felt shamed. This was not going to help oneself my case later. You know, where I tried to explain to her that I did desire her to try and fuck me. Just not right now, not this bit.

But the spirit on her grimace 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 of Troy.

I liked it, the assurance and strength, but it also scared me because I didn't know it well. Could I trust it ? Was it still mostly the Helen I loved or mortal else ?"You, um, made a child's play for my ass,"I explained.

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

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

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

"I mean, well, you know, yeah, it's crossed my mind."I looked down a little obstruct. Why could I still not say it ?"But I don't think I'm ready."I thought about the fact that I knew future to aught about my own ass.

She grinned."Let's find out,"she wrapped her long fingers around the radix of her cock."spine up."

My nerve beat against my pectus like I had just run a 5k."I think I need to, you know, make, practice…"

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

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

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

The next cockcrow, Monday, when I woke up, Helen of Troy was standing at the end of the bed digging through her dresser drawers."undecomposed break of day,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the breaking ball of her torso.

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

"I had a crazy dream."I chuckled.

"Yeah ?"she whispered like there was mortal else in the room that might take heed us."Was I in it ?"

"Obviously."I thought back to the 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 morning wood springing up proudly."I think its region of whatever is happening to you."

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

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

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

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

***

When I opened my eye on Tuesday, I knew something was dissimilar. I felt lighter, like I was a little floaty. It was weird. I sat up half-expecting my stomach to sky, but it didn't. I wasn't nauseated, I just felt lighter, like I was either dramatically stronger, which didn't feel to be the case, or I had lost a few pounds.

I stood up. Everything seemed to work on. cipher was sore, nothing looked bruised. I rubbed my oculus. The lastly few sidereal day had been so unknown, maybe it was all in my mental imagery. I mean, there was zip visibly legal injury with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all blear and eat. next to the coffee maker were two coffee cup set out on the counter so I would find them. One was evacuate and one had a note in presence of it.

I grabbed the little slip of newspaper publisher and opened it. After last night's fun, I thought you might savour this with your breakfast.

I thought about the Night before, the way I had finally sucked her cock past my gag physiological reaction. I had almost gotten my nose to the unruffled skin of her belly. She was so thick. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her load down my throat, across my side and her boob.

I picked up the deep brown cup. The liquid inside was opaque and there was the slightest variety in density throughout. I smiled. It was her cloud nine, she must deliver jacked off before she left. I was lamentable I had missed it. I was addicted to the stuff.

I dipped my finger into the warm liquid and slipped it into my oral cavity. The honey-textured sweetness coated my tongue. My cock immediately began to stiffen. I dipped another finger's breadth and brought it to my lips.

An nonvoluntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my eyes remembering how her cock felt in my sassing. How I had put one deal on the bum of her cock, sucking hard, going up and down, using my knife everywhere. How my former hand had slid three fingers into her soaking maw, forcing her further into my mouth, making her fuck my human face harder and faster. How I had brought her to the knife's edge and then backed way off - just flipping my tongue through the pre at the tip of his pecker until she calmed down.

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

The concluding calendar week had been a intimate twister and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost impossible to believe. nada as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another finger 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 trusted she was going to fuck me - at some stop.

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

Yes, I had been doing all kind of recitation 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 routine of gay facet that our relationship would now admit.

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

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific intention to hump me. I'm not sure the thought had ever crossed her nous before Sun night. I, on the other hand, had thought of little else. I mean, the morning after her cock made its first gear 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 dozen 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 longsighted drink, swirling the goo across my natural language before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm up and sugariness. Why wasn't my own cum confection ? I put the trash down and took a cryptic breath. It was just like it had been the night before. Helen's cum affected me like alcohol. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a piddling light-headed, my nerve stuck in a grin. I felt great.

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

That was the firstly meter I saw it. The very first time I wondered, even if only for a moment, if conjuration wasn't genuine. It was weird. For a dissever mo, I thought I saw something gleam along the mirror, right on the rumination, something light blue. It was just for a indorsement, a wink, and it was gone.

I couldn't tell if the unknown luminosity 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 effect of Helen of Troy's condition.

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

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

After goofing off for a few Thomas More minute of arc in the mirror, I decided to hop in the shower bath. I had things to do, important things to do before Helen got home and I felt a small shamed for the intemperateness I had just spent ten minutes on. I turned on the water and closed the drape.

The hot piddle felt commodity. I turned around and let it run down my cervix and back. I closed my eyes and thought about the night before, the way her dick felt in between my ass brass. It had only been a dreaming but my head was still running with it. My bore dick immediately began to beg for tending, 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 whoreson. It felt respectable, the way every muscle down there responded in harmoniousness, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to feel what she was going to feel like. I was curious.
About an minute later, my pelt wrinkled from the pee, I picked myself up off the shower trading floor. I had cum twice. By the end I had three finger's breadth in my ass, encourage than I ever thought possible and zero had ever felt so good.


I got to the store by just around luncheon. There was a wet spot at the top of my pants, but my t-shirt hid it. My precum had gushed the entire ride. I was so stimulate. 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 store before ? Or maybe it was just the fact that I had liked the way it felt in the shower bath. I had liked it a lot. And anything that would help me get Helen inside me - I was all in.

The miss behind the counter was in her lately 20. She had foresightful earrings that touched her berm which in turn made her head aspect disproportionately close to her dresser. She had on an old jersey, a striation or sketch that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the jersey but because I didn't know how to hash out sexual affair with a unknown.

I walked around the stead trying to search as daily as I thought you were supposed to. It was in fact luncheon time on a weekday so there wasn't even anyone to keep an eye on me being an imbecile.

The miss behind the counter form of sighed the third metre that I glanced over at her. She tucked a loose strand of what appeared to be a ace dreadlock behind her ear."Hey,"her tone was classical, short even."come here. What are you looking for ?"

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty sure the touch I was having was flee ! And for a split second, I almost went that way, but instead, I realized what she was doing. She was helping me. We were alone. This was channelise. efficient. We were adults.

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

"First time ?"She raised her supercilium but that was her only when formula and we still hadn't made eye contact. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many monitor positioned around the computer storage to make trusted no one stole anything.

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

The matter was small-scale and exactly like the ones 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 strait I didn't recognize."Then this one,"she grabbed an identically-shaped wad but larger. It was closer to three, slender finger.

I glanced back at the shelf.

"Are you grave ?"She looked me in the eye for the third gear fourth dimension since I had come in the door.

"Yes,"I thought of Helen of Troy's xii inches. It was ridiculous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to spread out me wide. I wanted to see the pleasure on her face when she came. Oh, my god, I was so charge up to find out what that would feel like !

"Then this one, but Jesus, take it slow up, ok ?"There was genuine concern in the Loretta Young fair sex's voice.


When I got home it was after two. I went straight to the bath. No, I disappeared into the toilet for twenty minutes, stuck that maiden plug 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 a good deal whatever I wanted. It wasn't a bad gig, and two years before Helen of Troy presented. I had just closed out a final examination requital on a multi-building spot commons.

So, Monday was gardening in the back thou. I had a trellis of roses that needed a fair amount of attention and it was a perfect day - cloudy, in the high-pitched sixties, and barely a pushover. And I had my number 1 butt plug in, which meant I was as grueling as a Rock.

I was careful with the roses. I had been training them for two years, gently guiding them around the trellis'postal service and over the touchy archway. I had to readjust my aching boner More than I thought potential. It was incredible, the way the plug stretched me, and reached into me, and touched my prostate every once in a while. I was in heaven.

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

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

I tried to guess when it would befall. Would it be like the night before ? Would I rouse up just as she was getting hard ? Or would it be earlier ? I mean, we had already sort of talked about it. Would it take place after dinner party ?

It was the other thing that I kind of liked about the new Helen, she became dominant allele when her dick was around. She was impregnable, more demanding and aggressive. I loved it. The new English of her made me happy, a new aspect to us.

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

Within five min though, I was on my genu, her cock in my mouth while I arched my back and adjusted my rosehip to put my tail plug against my prostate gland.

It didn't take her long to cum. I had her just deep in my throat, as far as my jaws would allow. Her paw were on the back of my head and her hips were working in and out. I moaned as my own pecker spasmed and darkened a circle 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 tutelage.

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

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

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

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

I thought of the coffee cup. God, I was like a cumaholic. How much could I ingest in one day ?"After breakfast ?"I slowly drug my center across her body. She was so hot. The past 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 of Troy said."She's trouble. I mean, I can't trust she went after a professor like that."

It caught me off sentry go and I sat back down at the tabular array."That's the young woman's figure that filed the title 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 head."I think I need to get some sleep."She put her table napkin on her plate and stood up.

I followed her up to the bedroom. I'll be honest, I was a little disappointed. I mean, I had enjoyed the coffee cup present tense and the opportunity to fall in her top dog the minute she walked in the threshold, but I had been hoping the evening was just getting started.

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

I looked down at her tits.

Helen of Troy's breast were one of her best features before her new body, but now ? Now they were like projectile, missiles ready to set in motion off and they were huge, a full smattering more than a hebdomad before.

"Yeah,"I unbuttoned my jeans and lifted my leg to use up them off. I remembered the plug or, rather, the wad gently reminded me where it was. A little 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 opening, her breasts against my bare chest.

My phallus rose against her thighs 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 plug. She pulled away from me, just a yoke of column inch while her fingers explored the sharpness of my hugger-mugger.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

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

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

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

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

A chill ran through my entire trunk.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

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

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

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

The details are not important. Needless to say, there were a few false starting time, places where Helen had to intercept, but she was so patient role. It took some work. I hadn't planned on the pain, but eventually, Helen had more than half of her duration in me. I felt full. I was panting and trying to unstrain.

And as Helen gave me sentence to adjust, she intertwined her finger with mine. She stretched my arms over my head and covered me. Her body felt so good. Her cock so thrilling. It was the most intimate moment I had ever felt.

"I love you,"I said.

"I love you too,"Helen whispered.

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

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

I reached up and lift my own mamilla. The painful sensation slashed through me."I'm close,"a heavy drop of brighten precum oozed onto the mantle.

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

I could find every vein, every in 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 imagination, but I thought I could experience her cum gushing inside of me.

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

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