I heard the moaning the minute of arc I opened the door and, I'll be honest, I was pretty trusted Helen 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 mentation is almost statistically out of the question. But your psyche doesn't care. It always thinks the worst thing first.

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

Now, some people might have become immediately tempestuous. They might have slammed the doorway and thrown their briefcase across the elbow room before trudging upstairs like they wanted to kill person. Most citizenry would have lost their dogshit immediately. But not me.
No, I didn't fly off the handle. Instead, I went the other way. I shut the front door as quietly as I could and mouse up the stairs carefully trying to remember every spot that creaked.

And then I was in front of the door. I heard the bed creak and then another soft moan. I stepped closer. I heard a slurping sound. I bet she's giving him a blowjob. And then, like my mind was one of those fast-forward movie collage, my brain showed me a K remembering of my wife'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 conceive there was anyone else in the menage. I got a common sense that I was wrong. Something didn't make sense.

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

It had been two days since her rooster 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 morning, she woke up with a rooster between her ramification. She still had a vagina, still squarely nestled away under her overindulge button that had somehow evolved to kick out Sir Thomas More come than I had ever seen.

Naturally, the last few Day had been interesting. We had both done in insane measure of research, you know trying our Charles Herbert Best to figure out what had caused the strange hump. And we had talked about it nonstop.

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

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

My wit shifted gear mechanism. My worry and fear about an intimacy were gone. No, as soon as I saw her, the first off thought that crossed my head was ... Oh my God, that is so love sexy. And then I thought that I should probably tell her how I felt about her new appurtenance. I mean, I had been very heedful when her clit expanded. Every meter she had gotten a boner over the by couple of days, I had made sure that I had abstained from everything but scientific curiosity.

But in realism, I could n't stop thinking about her cock. Every metre I thought about it, my own cock would inspissate.

It took her a irregular to realize that the door was open and I was standing there. I mean, it would have taken me a second too.

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

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

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

There was a dealings jam of Christian Bible in my head. Every mettle in my body was jangly. I wanted to secernate 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 tell you how many meter I masturbated during those first few days. Every time I took a diddly-squat, I masturbated. To be dependable, 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 hired man 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 severalize she was getting close to the end.

"Hey,"I loosened my tie and slipped it over my nous."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 fortune, I could feel it. I did n't take my eyes off it. It was mesmerizing watching her fortuity herself. And I wanted in on it. I wanted to toy too.

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

Helen of Troy was sitting up against the headboard, her knees spread, her pussy had already left a wet situation on the mantle.

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

I reached into my pant and straightened my rigidity, I pointed it up to get it out of the way. My finger's breadth came away wet and shiny.

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

It felt like time stopped, like everything suddenly just slowed to zip. My brain froze. I couldn't think. I swallowed hard and glanced at her dick again. All I wanted to do was tint it, wrap my finger around it. The fact that she was on the very border 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 driblet of clear pre fell onto the bed.

I swallowed hard again. I could feel a cool lather along my brow. What if she did n't like my answer ? There were so many elbow room this could go wrong. I was suddenly embarrassed and ashamed and terrified of losing her."Sweetie, I mean, you know, if…"I looked at the throbbing rooster 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 puppet in her hired hand, but I was sure I saw the trace of a grin across her rim. She liked it too.

"Sweetheart,"I crawled closer,"I don't care."I reached out and twine my finger's breadth around hers."I am yours thick or thin."Her fingerbreadth were warm. She kept her clench and slowly moved her hired hand up and down.

But the increased pressure of my hand, made her quiver slightly. I looked over her soundbox again. My shaft had already left a wet mark on my pants. I could n't think this was happening.

Helen was the most beautiful girl I had ever dated. We met in college, she was studying education and I was studying architecture. I met her at a sorority affair, she was a guest of one of the sisters. We has both been standing on the pursuit of the party when the quarterback for the team took a flying leaping into the kitty with all of his clothes on. Helen had leaned over to me and said : I never saw that coming. And that was it. We had been together ever since.

We were best friends. We did everything together. I had never had so much in common with another individual or such a cool meter hanging out with them. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

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

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

I can not explain how perplex it felt to hold my married woman's shaft in my hand, to stroke it, or to see the look on her typeface. I don't think I had ever brought person such pleasure in my life.

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

"Oh, my God,"Helen put her paw over her forefront and arched her back. `` Yesss ... '' she whined.

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

With one hand stroking Helen's length, I wiped the fingerbreadth across my tongue. The gustatory perception was sweet, almost like honey and it had a slippery texture, just for a second and then it was gone."More,"Helen reached over, took me by the wrist, and brought my other hand to her throbbing putz."Do n't give up,"she moaned as I ran the palm tree of my hand over her spongy tip.

I looked down at what I was doing and then back at my married woman's face. It didn't seem possible. How could she have a pecker 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 warm, lean maybe, like she had been working out and I hadn't noticed it before. Her breasts looked enceinte too.

I thought of how many time Helen of Troy had given me a hired man job, how she had stroked me, her grip and how she concentrated on exactly what I liked. I glanced back at Helen of Troy 's expression. She was lost in raptus. I kept moving my hired man sliding them up and down. All I wanted was to please her.

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

I kept moving, sliding my hands along her skin. Then I wondered what it would be like to be fucked in the ass. I wiped my medallion through the clear liquidity and lathered her pole as she fucked my hands.

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

I looked down just as her whole organic structure trembled and the inaugural deadbolt of cum surged into the air.

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

I aimed her cock at my look like it was a fire hose. I don't know why. It was selfish, but I wanted to palpate her hot, mucilaginous bliss, I wanted to be covered in her pleasure. Another current splattered across my open shirt. The liquid state was tender and there was a sweetness to the smell. And I was in paradise. I couldn't believe how much she came, but I was lost in the here and now. I watched her human face as she came, every sticky rope was accompanied by a groan and a look of excruciating joy. I wanted it. I wanted her to never blockade."Yes,"I whispered as I ran my hands through the goo and continued to milk her stopcock,"give it to me."

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

My cock ached to be touched and I saw a huge dark topographic point in the fabric where it was pressed, but there was no meter to think about my own orgasm. Helen was in the midsection of hers. My hand 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 workweek. Our tongue moved back and forth into each other's back talk. The mild pillows of her bosom were pressed against my hand. And her cock was still throbbing and jerking.

I leaned down and ran my tongue along the nape of her neck. I let go of her penis and squeezed her breasts together. I ran her pap across my open bureau and the mess she had made.

And that's when I saw it for the first gear time, the shimmer. It was just for a back, maybe two, and it was faint, like faint enough that I wasn't sure it was substantial. I mean, it could have just been a trick of the light and we were both so high on what was happening. But I am sure that was the low gear clock time I noticed it, there was just a wind of downcast along her berm, like a henna tattoo that's almost gone, but low and in some foreign figure. But it was so shadowy, I didn't think I saw it.

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

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

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

I did. No sooner had she gotten her fingers around my cock and I was spraying my ecstasy into the waist of my khaki's. I couldn't avail it. I don't know that I had ever been more turned on then I was right then. The entire experience had edged me for almost an 60 minutes. I was fuck drunk.

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

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

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

It was her teacher fount and I almost laughed."Are you kidding me ? I mean, Helen,"I reached over and tucked a roam hair behind her ear."I form of got excited the first base 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 like she wasn't sure if I was telling the the true or not."What do you stand for ?"

I swallowed. This was it. This was the instant where I told my married woman 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 right wing word and I immediately regretted it.

"You mean…"she stopped herself like she wasn't surely she wanted to polish off 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 dozen inch dick that was a solid three or four column inch in diameter. I wasn't worried at all. I don't know exactly why I wasn't but the fact was - I was excited about it. But how do you say that without sounding crazy, right ?"I mean, I would wish to know what's going on, but if that's the way ... I mean, if you are going to possess a…"I didn't know what to call it. I hadn't thought about it - did she believe of it as something dissimilar ? What did she promise it in her intellect ?

"A hammer ?"

I liked the hardness of the Son 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 prick that's great, right ?"I tried not to voice skittish, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as thin as report and that everything was going to divulge in the adjacent sentence or two.

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

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

"Yes,"I looked down between us. Her breast were half-covered by the blanket, the cleavage between them was dark and inviting. I thought of the way her phallus could lay between them, how she could titty sleep with 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 be intimate 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 accept it when it's really, really,"she paused and grinned,"enjoyable ? Is that the word I want ?"

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

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

I laid my helping hand over hers."I think it does. The penis can't be the exclusively change, right ? There have to be some former physiological change. It ejaculates like a veritable member, but you don't have the right…equipment."I was struggling but I did think back a fair amount about my junk from skill class.

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

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

"have you found anything that makes any common sense of this though ?"I could tell that component of her was still curious about the science of what was happening. Even if some constituent of her take on it, she still wanted an solution. She had always had a keen horse sense of wonder, she liked to see things 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 consummate thighs."You ?"

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

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

"What other 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 skill. And now she was talking about what if there was thaumaturgy ? But she was right. There wasn't a medical diary article ever written that described what was happening to Helen. trust me, I had spent hours searching.

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

"I know what it sounds like, but I kind of just want a understanding. I want to understand it, even if it's thaumaturgy. 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 covers back and rolled on top of me."Give me another hired hand job,"she pressed her lips against mine and I felt her cock vellication to life.


***

I think it was Dominicus sunrise, early. I woke up and felt Helen's cock against the belittled of my binding. 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 breath at the cover of my neck opening.

I laid there and quietly thought about the calendar week. It was impossible not to, so much had changed over just a few days. I mean, when the week started, life had been pattern - work, eat, and shimmer as usual. We were just two professionals in their former thirties. But now ?

We had blown off all of our ally off since the risky venture 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 twenty-four hour period to image out what was happening and what we were going to do. But as I laid there staring off into the darkness of our room, I wondered about our life story, like what was going to change ?

It wasn't an soft question to guess at. I mean, Helen of Troy was changing, not just her new addition either, there was something else. We hadn't really talked about the changes much. ( Honestly, all we had done since it started was research and orgasm, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I wasn't complaining that was for for sure. ) She was changing physically. It was slight, but I think we both noticed it. When her member presented she variety of changed. She grew a little taller, a little thicker. Her white meat grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her finger seemed a little longer. It happened slowly, like you didn't really notice it until it was over.

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

But there were more changes than just to her outside. That was one of the things Helen did talk about. She was careful when she described it. She liked to think of it as a part of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared her. She liked to be a little dominant. She liked to be strong.

I noticed it when we fucked. Especially when she would let me fuck her. I would learn her from behind, grabbing her hip joint and thrusting. And she would get rough. She wanted me to take her wrist, to tear her backwards and fuck her as hard as I could.

Her mammoth tool would bounce and slap against her bureau, oozing a steady stream of pre. But I could differentiate it wasn't enough. No matter what I did, how I fucked her, I could severalize it was to a lesser extent than she wanted.

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

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

I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. I shifted a little to get more comfortable and Helen 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 unvoiced and touching my back.

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

Whether she was awake or not, I kind of wanted her to do it. I knew everything about the position was wrong. I knew the mechanics of such a thing would be painful, but I wanted it. I wanted her to do it, right then. I wanted to skip the part where I told her what I was thinking, and instead, just arch my back and Milk her ten inches of rock music heavily dick.

Then she pulled away and rolled over.

I froze. The here and now was over. My cock was throbbing.

It wasn't the showtime prison term I had thought about her tool and my ass meeting. It wasn't my first opinion when she suddenly grew a penis, but it was in the first few. First I wanted to touch it, then I wanted to taste it. But by Sunday dawn, I had thought about what it would be like. It seemed like a born 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 moment had passed that evening, I had a tactile sensation there would be other evenings.

I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like, what it would feel like to have her push into me. I had no thought. I had never played with my asshole before, it had never crossed my mind. But now ? Now it seemed like the next footmark, right ? A natural progression.

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

I waited, unsure of what she was doing.

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

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 centre were closed. She was still asleep, her peter half-erect in her hand."Helen,"I whispered, not convinced.

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

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

Helen's oculus went extensive with surprisal."What ?"She looked down to where she was holding her erection."Oh, my God, what happened ?"She let go of her dick and sat up.

I watched her, conflicted. Now I felt guilty. This was not going to help my case later. You know, where I tried to explicate to her that I did need her to try and have a go at it me. Just not right now, not this mo.

But the feel on her face wasn't surprise. I could see the lie in her center. She knew what she was doing. It was almost like it wasn't Helen or, at to the lowest degree, the Helen I was used to. This was the new Helen.

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 person else ?"You, um, made a play for my ass,"I explained.

"Well,"she looked down at my erecting,"how do you palpate about that ?"Her rooster was just slightly openhanded than mine and pointing at me.

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

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

"I mean, well, you know, yeah, it's crossed my mind."I looked down a little embarrassed. Why could I still not say it ?"But I don't think I'm ready."I thought about the fact that I knew next to nothing about my own ass.

She grinned."Let's discover out,"she wrapped her long fingers around the base of her cock."book binding up."

My pump beat against my thorax like I had just run a 5k."I think I need to, you know, fix, practice…"

"folderal, amount 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 aspiration. Helen was still on the other position of the bed. It had just been a ambition. I wasn't trusted if I was disappointed or relieved.

The adjacent good morning, Monday, when I woke up, Helen was standing at the end of the bed digging through her toilet table drawers."thoroughly morning,"I stretched and stared at her ass and the bender of her trunk.

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

"I had a half-baked dream."I chuckled.

"Yeah ?"she whispered like there was person else in the room that might hear 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 signify ?"

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

"I know but I can't ascendence it,"all the fun was gone from her articulation and her typeface was serious."Sometimes I feel like I'm a unlike person."

I sat on the edge of the bed and cleared the sleep from my eyes."But it's not a bad thing, right ?"It was all a jumble inside. I couldn't think how chilling all of it must take in 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 pegleg."I can't seem to ascertain myself."

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

***

When I opened my eyes on Tuesday, I knew something was dissimilar. I felt lighter, like I was a little floaty. It was unearthly. I sat up half-expecting my abdomen to flip, but it didn't. I wasn't nauseated, I just felt lighter, like I was either dramatically unassailable, which didn't look to be the case, or I had lost a few pounds.

I stood up. Everything seemed to run. zippo was sore, zilch looked bruised. I rubbed my eyes. The shoemaker's last few years had been so strange, maybe it was all in my imagination. I mean, there was goose egg visibly wrong with me.

I walked down to the kitchen all bleary-eyed and washed-out. Next to the coffee berry Almighty were two umber cups set out on the counter so I would point out them. One was hollow and one had a note in front of it.

I grabbed the picayune sideslip of report and opened it. After last night's fun, I thought you might enjoy this with your breakfast.

I thought about the night before, the way I had finally sucked her cock past my gag instinctive reflex. I had almost gotten my nose to the smooth skin of her venter. She was so cryptical. Sliding in and out before she let go and blasted her load down my throat, across my face and her breasts.

I picked up the coffee cup. The liquid inside was opaque and there was the fragile alteration in compactness throughout. I smiled. It was her bliss, she must have jacked off before she left. I was sorry I had missed it. I was addicted to the stuff.

I dipped my finger into the fond liquid and slipped it into my mouthpiece. The honey-textured sweetness coated my spit. My shaft immediately began to tighten. I dipped another finger and brought it to my sass.

An involuntary moan escaped me. I was like a starving man. I closed my eyes remembering how her shaft felt in my mouth. How I had put one hand on the undersurface of her pecker, sucking heavy, going up and down, using my tongue everywhere. How my other hand had slid three fingers into her dripping jam, forcing her further into my mouth, making her shtup my face harder and faster. How I had brought her to the knife's edge and then backed way off - just flipping my glossa 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 hold out week had been a sexual crack cocaine and I had been swept up into it happily. I mean, it was almost impossible to believe. Nothing as exciting or interesting had ever happened to me before. I dipped another digit in my wife's spunk and thought back over it all, her phallus appearing, the first cock sucking I had ever given, and how I was pretty sure she was going to fuck me - at some full point.

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

Yes, I had been doing all kinds of version and enquiry during the day. Not only was I searching for exactly what had happened to Helen to start out all of this, but I was also interested in a identification number of homosexual aspects that our kinship would now include.

For instance, I had been learning how to devise my ass for Helen of Troy's attention. Of grade, I hadn't mentioned any of my enquiry to her. I kept that part a unavowed and came up with all variety of justifications for doing so.

Helen hadn't mentioned an specific design to sleep with me. I'm not sure the thought process had ever crossed her mind before Sunday nighttime. I, on the former manus, had thought of little else. I mean, the morning 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 inches. What was she thinking about ? Me ?

My hand worked up and down my own length and I lifted the cup to my rim. It smelled like honey. I took a tenacious swallow, swirling the goo across my natural language before swallowing it down. God, it was so warm up and sweet-scented. Why wasn't my own cum Sweet ? I put the looking glass down and took a deeply breath. It was just like it had been the night before. Helen's cum affected me like inebriant. I felt like I had just downed two beers. I was buzzed, a little light-headed, my face stuck in a grin. I felt great.

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

That was the low gear time I saw it. The very first time I wondered, even if only for a minute, if magic wasn't real. It was weird. For a burst minute, I thought I saw something glow along the mirror, right on the reflection, something light blue. It was just for a instant, a split second, and it was gone.

I couldn't William Tell if the strange twinkle 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 upshot of Helen's condition.

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

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

After goofing off for a few Thomas More minutes in the mirror, I decided to hop in the exhibitioner. I had things to do, important things to do before Helen got home and I felt a little shamefaced for the indulgence I had just spent ten minutes on. I turned on the 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 middle and thought about the dark before, the way her turncock felt in between my ass buttock. It had only been a dream but my head was still running with it. My eager dick immediately began to beg for aid, staring up at me like a one-eyed pup. But I wanted something else.

I turned the exhibitor temperature down a little. I flexed my whoreson. It felt just, the way every sinew down there responded in harmony, like everything was connected. I wanted something in it. I wanted to finger what she was going to feel like. I was curious.
About an hour later, my pelt wrinkled from the urine, I picked myself up off the cascade floor. I had cum twice. By the end I had three finger's breadth in my ass, farther than I ever thought possible and nothing had ever felt so good.


I got to the shop by just around luncheon. There was a wet post at the top of my pant, but my t-shirt hid it. My precum had gushed the full parkway. I was so energize. 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 rain shower. I had liked it a lot. And anything that would help me get Helen inside me - I was all in.

The girl behind the replication was in her late twenties. She had long earrings that touched her shoulder which in turn made her head look disproportionately close to her chest. She had on an old tee shirt, a band or cartoon that I didn't recognize. I became terribly embarrassed not because of the tee shirt but because I didn't know how to discuss intimate affair with a stranger.

I walked around the stead trying to front as casual as I thought you were supposed to. It was in fact luncheon clock time on a weekday so there wasn't even anyone to learn me being an idiot.

The girl behind the replication kind of sighed the one-third prison term that I glanced over at her. She tucked a open strand of what appeared to be a ace dreadlock behind her ear."Hey,"her tone was authoritative, brusque even."come here. What are you looking for ?"

I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was pretty sure enough the feeling 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 direct. efficient. We were adult.

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

"first time ?"She raised her supercilium but that was her only aspect and we still hadn't made eye contact lens. I mean, she was always looking at something else, a shelf, one of the many monitors positioned around the store to make sure no one stole anything.

"Yes, please. My, uh, pardner'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 aisle side by side to where I was."You want to start here."She waited until I caught up and then pointed.

The matter was small and exactly like the 1 I had seen online. I grabbed it and then realized that it was barely a finger and a half wide of the mark.

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

I glanced back at the shelf.

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

"Yes,"I thought of Helen's twelve inch. It was ridiculous. But I wanted it. I wanted it to spread me widely. I wanted to see the pleasure on her look when she came. Oh, my god, I was so excited to get hold out what that would feel like !

"Then this one, but Jesus, take it slow down, ok ?"There was actual fear in the youth adult female's voice.


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

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

So, Mon was gardening in the back one thousand. I had a trellis of rosiness that needed a fair sum of attending and it was a perfect day - cloudy, in the mellow 60, and barely a air. And I had my firstly butt plug in, which meant I was as hard as a rock.

I was careful with the roses. I had been training them for two years, gently guiding them around the trellis'military post and over the delicate arch. I had to readjust my aching boner to a greater extent than I thought possible. 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 Eden.

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

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

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

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

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

Within five minutes though, I was on my knees, her hammer in my mouth while I arched my back and adjusted my articulatio coxae to put my butt quid 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 provide. Her hand were on the back of my headland and her hips were working in and out. I moaned as my own dick spasmed and darkened a circle along near the waist of my denim.
And then I felt it spraying down my pharynx. I swallowed and Helen groaned and pressed deeper. My jaw ached but I didn't guardianship.

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

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

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

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

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

"That girl Mika though,"Helen of Troy said."She's difficulty. I mean, I can't consider she went after a prof like that."

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

Helen of Troy 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 top dog."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 sleeping room. I'll be honest, I was a little disappointed. I mean, I had enjoyed the coffee cup introduce and the chance to give her school principal the minute she walked in the doorway, but I had been hoping the evening was just getting started.

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

I looked down at her tits.

Helen's tits were one of her outflank features before her new body, but now ? Now they were like skyrocket, missiles ready to launch off and they were immense, a good smattering Sir Thomas More than a week before.

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

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

My penis rose against her thigh and then I felt hers button against mine."Oh ?"

Helen grinned."Maybe once before I go to slumber ?"She reached around me and grabbed my ass and her finger's breadth touched the sharpness of the fireplug. She pulled away from me, just a couple of inches while her fingers explored the edge of my enigma.

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

"Lucas ? What is ?"

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

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

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

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

A shiver ran through my entire soundbox.

And then she pulled it out and completely.

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

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

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

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

The details are not crucial. needless to say, there were a few sham starting signal, place where Helen had to stop, but she was so patient role. It took some body of work. I hadn't planned on the hurting, but eventually, Helen of Troy had More than half of her length in me. I felt broad. I was panting and trying to slack.

And as Helen gave me time to adjust, she intertwined her fingers with mine. She stretched my arms over my head and covered me. Her body felt so ripe. 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 started slowly sliding in and out of me. Her soundbox was still draped over me, covering me from promontory to toe, and a tenuous sheen of sweat counterpane between us.

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

I reached up and purloin my own nipple. The pain slashed through me."I'm close,"a heavy drop of clear precum oozed onto the mantle.

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

I could feel every vein, every inch and breaking ball of her as she pushed and pulled. And then she did it. She pushed into me as deeply as she could. It may possess been my imagination, but I thought I could feel 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 iridescent my load onto the blankets.

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Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed the tarradiddle. This account was lifted from the serial : Little teras on Amazon. If you would like to see how all of this began and what happens next, insure it out - it is current on chapter 17 !