“Fuck, Lucas. Oh!” She looked at me with mad, crazy eyes. “Don’t stop.” She moved her hips in rhythm with my hands. “Oh, that feels so good!” She threw her head back and her cock jerked another stream of precum.
I kept moving, sliding my hands along her skin. Then I wondered what it would be like to be fucked in the ass. I wiped my palm through the clear liquid and lathered her pole as she fucked my hands.
And then she froze. She took a breath and I saw it catch in her throat. Her eyes closed and her jaw clenched.
I looked down just as her whole body trembled and the first bolt 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 body flexed at once.
I aimed her cock at my face like it was a fire 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 stream splattered across my open shirt. The liquid was warm and there was a sweetness to the smell. And I was in heaven. I couldn’t believe how much she came, but I was lost in the moment. I watched her face as she came, every sticky rope was accompanied by a moan and a look of excruciating pleasure. I wanted it. I wanted her to never stop. “Yes,” I whispered as I ran my hands through the goo and continued to milk her cock, “give it to me.”
She moaned and threw her head back. “Fuck!” Another torrent of cum sprayed across my neck.
My cock ached to be touched and I saw a huge dark spot in the fabric where it was pressed, but there was no time to think about my own orgasm. Helen was in the middle of hers. My hands squeezed and tugged. Helen writhed. Cum covered my shirt and pants.
When it was over, she leaned forward and kissed me like I had been gone for weeks. Our tongues moved back and forth into each other’s mouths. The soft pillows of her breasts 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 nipples across my open chest and the mess she had made.
And that’s when I saw it for the first time, the shimmer. It was just for a second, maybe two, and it was faint, like faint enough that I wasn’t sure it was real. 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 first time I noticed it, there was just a hint of blue along her shoulder, like a henna tattoo that’s almost gone, but blue and in some 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 know how comfortable she was and besides she had just let go. Then I thought of her pussy, the glistening slit below her still rigid tissue.
“Here,” Helen reached into my pants 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 dick and I was spraying my ecstasy into the waistline of my khaki’s. I couldn’t help 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 hour. I was fuck drunk.
We kissed and fondled each other for another few minutes before I got up, got undressed, and got a damp towel for the both of us. After I got back into bed, we kind of both decided that it was time to talk.
“Are you still afraid?” I started. We were lying on our sides face to face.
“No, for some reason I’m not.” Helen’s cock had disappeared a few minutes after I had cum, it had simply slowly deflated and returned to a normal clit, little, 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 face and I almost laughed. “Are you kidding me? I mean, Helen,” I reached over and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “I kind of got excited the first time it happened.” I felt myself blush. Why was it so 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 truth or not. “What do you mean?”
I swallowed. This was it. This was the moment where I told my wife that I was excited about the fact she suddenly had a penis. I took a breath and braced myself.
“I mean, when it first happened, I thought: Oh, that’s interesting.” Interesting wasn’t the right word and I immediately regretted it.
“You mean…” she stopped herself like she wasn’t sure she wanted to finish the 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 twelve inch dick that was a solid three or four inches in diameter. I wasn’t worried at all. I don’t know exactly why I wasn’t but the fact was – I was excited about it. But how do you say that without sounding crazy, right? “I mean, I would like to know 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 think of it as something different? What did she call it in her mind?
“A cock?”
I liked the hardness of the word when she said it. My own began to plump. Cock.
“Yeah,” I tried to smile but it felt crooked, “you know what I mean. I love you and if you have a cock that’s great, right?” I tried not to sound nervous, but I was terrified. I felt like I was walking on ice as thin as paper and that everything was going to break in the next sentence or two.
Helen took a second. She just sort of stared into my eyes like she was running over her response, making sure it was exactly what she wanted to say.
“Are you saying you like it?” Her voice was monotone and I couldn’t tell 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 happy? I knew where I stood. But could I tell her?
“Yes,” I looked down between us. Her breasts were half-covered by the blanket, the cleavage between them was dark and inviting. I thought of the way her penis could lay between them, how she could titty fuck 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 feel about it, like there’s a part of me that likes it.” She looked down at mine and smiled. “I kind of always wondered what it would be like, and I only seem to have it when it’s really, really,” she paused and grinned, “enjoyable? Is that the word I want?”
I leaned against her. What was happening to us? How wonderful was this going to be?
“I mean, part of me wants it. Part of me really wants it, but that part is like a new part of me. Like a part of my personality that I didn’t know I had. I don’t really understand it. I just know that when it wants, I can’t seem to 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 hand over hers. “I think it does. The penis can’t be the only change, right? There have to be some other physiological changes. It ejaculates like a regular penis, but you don’t have the right…equipment.” I was struggling but I did remember a fair amount about my junk from science class.
She scooted closer and I felt her nipple against my arm. It was hard and a little shiver went through me. I was so glad it was Friday. I had a feeling it was going to be a late night.
I kissed her softly. “I’m with you no matter what.”
“Have you found anything that makes any sense of this though?” I could tell that part of her was still curious about the science of what was happening. Even if some part of her accepted it, she still wanted an answer. She had always had a keen sense of curiosity, she liked to understand 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 perfect thighs. “You?”
“No,” she shook her head and kind of stared up at the ceiling. “What if it’s one of the myths, like one of those stupid legends we keep stumbling over?” She looked at me seriously.
“Like the stories with magic and goddesses and stuff?” It was all either of us had found, a million websites devoted to futanari and transgender. I had spent hours on them, flipping through the main galleries of hentai and futa, reading the stories posted across the internet.
“What other explanation is there?”
I couldn’t believe she was serious. She was a professor, a natural skeptic. 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 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 reason. I want to understand it, even if it’s magic. I don’t care, I just want to know.”
“Magic,” 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 hand job,” she pressed her lips against mine and I felt her cock twitch to life.
***
I think it was Sunday morning, early. I woke up and felt Helen’s cock against the small of my back. It wasn’t fully erect, it was probably six or seven inches, plump but not hard. We were curled up in bed, her arm draped over me, her breath at the back of my neck.
I laid there and quietly thought about the week. It was impossible not to, so much had changed over just a few days. I mean, when the week started, life had been normal – work, eat, and play as usual. We were just two professionals in their early thirties. But now?
We had blown off all of our friends off since the adventure started. We told them that one of us wasn’t feeling well or that we had plans already. It was early, simple lies that gave us a few days to figure out what was happening and what we were going to do. But as I laid there staring off into the darkness of our room, I wondered about our life, like what was going to change?
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