Adventures of a Whoring Wife Part 1 Episode 3

I pulled his cock to and pressed the bulbous head between my pussy lips and he was in, he sank it all the way in one move. I certainly did lose my breath when he did it, it came out of me in a blind rush! And that's when my legs went to where I told you at the start of my story, knees under his arms, feet in the air, waving around. My nails digging in and holding him on and in me.

Now I was a full partner in the beginnings of the fuck fest I was about to undergo, and indeed some of it I had to wonderfully endure. Depriye's demeanour seemed to change too, he became a lover, my lover, my guy. But first I think he needed to get the first flush of excitement that even he couldn't contain, by banging me as hard as he could, his loins crashed into mine, my pussy was filled and emptied faster than I could keep up with.

The hardness of him within me was utterly breathtaking; afterwards I tried to conjure up in my mind how it was when I was younger. But there was nothing to compare it against, this was the hardest I had even been banged, and oh boy was it good, it was just so fantastically good! He grunted, his body stiffened his grip on me was like being in a steel clamp. Then he came, his final crump into me was the catalyst for him. The heat and solid feeling of fullness swept through me as he pumped what must have been gallons of it into me.

I wallowed in that feeling a woman gets when she knows she's been thoroughly hammered and knows the feeling of cum being pumped in like from an unstoppable geyser. But then the, to me, unthinkable thing happened, he just kept going. He didn't stop fucking me. His prick never went down; it stayed hard! This was an unknown thing for me. I had never ever had this happen before.

In my amazement I looked at him in a new light, who was this boy? I had been his step mother for years and I knew now I didn't really know him. He wasn't a boy any longer, he was a man, and a very virile man too. Depriye settled down, I thought anyway, into a rhythmic smooth pulsating rodding of his now helplessly servile step mother, his father’s wife.

How many orgasms and climaxes I enjoyed that early morning I will never know. I know I loved every one; they mixed and mingled, flushing through me endlessly, seamlessly, quivering me in a way unknown to me before this day of days. I gave him as many kisses as he wanted me to give, if I had even thought of denying or defying him now I would be lying.

Eventually he rose from me and plunged fearfully back in one last time and he came again with a loud yet soft grunt? It nearly broke me in half, I gasped at the near ferocity of his final thrusting bang. Then he pumped whatever amount of cum he had regenerated in his young balls into me. Depriye then laid on me, breathing heavily in my ear, as I was breathing just as heavily into his.

After what seemed to be an eternity he slowly lifted himself up from me and smiled sweetly at me, I thought I glimpsed a look of sorrow for what he had just done, worry, regret, remorse? But it went just as quickly. I made the first move, and spoke softly.

"Depriye baby, what have you, what have I, what have we just done, I can't believe it?"

"I can't believe it either Tare, but it was great that wasn't it? I loved it and I love you too." Then he smiled at me and that look appeared in his eyes again. I got the message, unsaid though it was.

"Yes baby, it was fantastic, but it could lead to big trouble darling. We, you shouldn't have done this babe, you know that don't you?" I whispered to him.

"Well I suppose you are right," he said, "but it's done now, and if I may say so, its going to be done again, and let me tell you, very shortly, okay?"

I had to laugh, that was a real statement of intent if ever there was one.

"Depriye, I don't think we should honey, hmmm?" If I could have said anything more wrong than that, I would like to hear it.

"Then we'll stay right here like we are until you say the opposite," he told me, "because I'm not going any where, and neither are you!"

I got that look again and it made me wince because I knew I couldn't fight it, I withered before it. Then he took the lead, he said.

"Do you want to stay here or go up to bed where I can get at you properly, and, if you think about it, you can get at me properly too?"

"Depriye please?" I said.

"There isn't any please Tare, its one or the other, make your mind up."

I knew that any fight would be overcome by him, I pretended to think for a minute, just to try and make him believe that I had a say any way.

"I guess upstairs would be more comfy wouldn't it?" I gave way. His cock fell out with a plop, he stood, bent and picked me up, I had to giggle. I was about to be carried of by my superior, aggressive, and dominant male. But it didn't end like that, I was unceremoniously tossed over his shoulder and off he marched with his conquest!

Somehow my clothes disappeared altogether, I was now as naked as Depriye was. I as looking up into those deep eyes of his and I was held by them as a rabbit in headlights. These were eyes I had not seen before, had I never looked, had he just acquired the skill to do what he was? How did he know, that was the question I repeated over and over in my head. Then I was being kissed, and I was responding.

"Depriye baby, we have to talk about this honey, I just don't know where I am with it?" His answer was to deep gaze me once more then squeeze one nipple, and to suck the other into his hot mouth, my mind and body went haywire.

"We are not going anywhere Tare, we are here, and personally this is where I want to be, and where I want to stay."

"But what about your dad Depriye, what about us?" I moaned through clenched teeth as my nipples were ravaged.

"Well I'm not going to say anything, I know you won't, so unless we advertise it in the papers, who is going to tell him, hmmm?"

The logic in that argument was hard to negotiate.

It was moments later that I realised I had his cock in my hands and he was kissing me again, it dawned on me then that I wasn't going anywhere, and I wasn't stopping this, I couldn't, and now I knew I wouldn't. If Depriye wanted me, my body, my love, consented or not, he could have it, and indeed he already had it. As long as I kept getting those magical eyes to look into and I now knew, his magnificent cock in me whenever I could and whenever decided it.

I rolled him onto his back; I wanted to get over him, to give me some semblance of control, even though I guess he knew it was a sham really. I cocked my leg over his, grasped his cock and gently worked it up and down. It did feel so good, and as I peered into those dreamy suspense filled eyes I trembled like a leaf in a gale inside of me.

"Depriye," I said, "I am completely blown away by all of this, I never looked for it, I never thought of it, and I certainly never expected it either. What made you do it, what made you go for me, did you know something I didn't?"

"I just believed that you needed or were ready for this," he said, "be it me or someone else. I really wasn't sure until I saw that look in your eyes in the kitchen."

"What look?" This mystified me.

"The one that said to, oh wow, that was good."

"What look was that?" I asked, again I was stumped.

"When I did this," he said, and pinched a nipple. My body took on an electric pulse from his fingers. I gasped for the trillionth time.

"That's it Tare, that one." He told me with utter confidence. Now I knew, I had given him the green light to go for me, and oh how he has succeeded hasn't he? I thought. My grip on his prick tightened. 'Well,' I thought, 'let's see what he has to say about this then!'
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