13-05-2019, 03:59 PM
Archana had never experienced anything remotely like this. In her wildest days she wasn't sexually adventurous and the few partners she did have never played rough with her. Now she truly felt as though she was being savaged by an wild animal and she prayed that Deepak would climax and end her torment.
Deepak, however, had no intention of coming soon and he made up his mind that this particular load of sperm would be released only when his cock was buried inside her rectum. The boy had enormous self-control and he was particularly proud of his ability to prolong his erections for marathon fucking sessions. In this case the thrill of finally nailing Mrs. Michael was making it difficult to hold back so he decided it was time to force himself into her tightly puckered ass before he did reach the point of no return.
Archana Michael had always exhibited a meek and submissive perArchanality to some degree for most of her life. However, she had never felt so used and completely dominated as she did now at the hands of eighteen-year-old Deepak. Bent over and pressed uncomfortably into a mound of pillows with her arms tied behind her back, the pretty housewife had no way to brace herself against the teenager's violent thrusts that kept shoving her roughly into the headboard like a rag doll. His preternatural large penis struck her cervix painfully with each stroke and the stress on her pelvic floor muscles created an aching cramp in her belly that left her panting and gasping for relief.
When the boy finally withdrew himself from her battered pussy Archana mistakenly assumed he had finished but her relief turned to panic when she felt him begin pushing his thick pole between her butt cheeks. Sobbing, she frantically begged him to stop and tried to pull herself away but he kept her pinned in place with an arm around her waist as he centered the blunt dome on his intended target. She writhed helplessly as he began applying pressure with his hips to persuade the ring of muscles keeping her rectum closed to let him in.
Reflexively, Archana's sphincter clamped down even tighter, clenching down stubbornly against the fleshy invader. For several long minutes it was a case of the irresistible force meeting the immovable object and Deepak's efforts to breach the barrier ended in an uncomfortable stalemate punctuated by Archana's pitiful pleas for him to stop. Try as he might, the head of his cock seemed simply too big to get through the tiny opening without additional lubrication.
He reached between her legs and slid two fingers inside her sore vagina, swirling them around to collect as much of her juices as possible. Then, using her fluids with a dollop of his own spit, Deepak swabbed the moisture over her anus before forcefully jamming his index finger through the puckered opening like a blunt ice pick. Archana gasped and squealed as she felt his digit burrowing inside her, the finger rotating and flexing to stretch the muscles apart. Soon he added a second finger and began working them together in and out of her hole like a hydraulic piston while he stroked his throbbing cock with his other hand getting it ready for what was to come.
When he was satisfied he had loosened her up sufficiently he withdrew his fingers and pushed his dick against her anal orifice again. Intent on getting in this time, Deepak leaned against her with all his weight and finally Archana's fatigued sphincter muscles surrendered as the bulbous tip of his boner slid inside her with a soft "plop."
Deepak gripped her hips tightly with both hands and rested against her enjoying his moment of triumph. He relished the sensation of having her tight little asshole stretched taut around his shaft and he could feel her abdominal muscles quivering from within. Archana wrongly assumed the young man was all the way in but the truth became apparent as he began pushing himself deeper with powerful pelvic thrusts that caused her eyes to bulge with surprise.
She felt a painful ripping sensation radiating from the site of her impalement as his massive cock forced its way deep into her belly.
For Deepak the experience was pure and simple ecstasy. He had long dreamed of nailing his friend's hot mother and here he was popping her anal cherry in his own bed. After he established a rhythm he spread her cheeks apart with his hands and watched the friction of his veined shaft dragging her thin tissues with it as he moved in and out of the tight opening. Her anus gripped his cock like a tight fist and his naked thighs slapped noisily against her perfect round ass while the hapless Milf moaned into the pillows.
He took a deep breath and began seriously fucking her in earnest, pushing himself to the limit each time so his balls swung and bounced against her taint like a pendulum. He wanted the moment to last forever but the thrill of taking her this way made his explosive orgasm imminent and he stepped up the pace in anticipation of a big finish.
Archana's already sore forehead was again slamming against the headboard as he violently rammed himself into her for all he was worth. He loved seeing her helplessly tied up this way and he made a mental note to be sure and have some KY jelly on hand next time to make penetrating her an easier task.
As he rocked his hips back and forth he found himself thinking of how only a very thin membrane separated her vaginal and anal passages, which made him wonder what it would feel like if another man was fucking her in front at the same time. He mused to himself that perhaps he could get Ravi to join in and the image of him doing her up the ass while her son fucked her in front pushed him over the edge. He ejaculated deep inside shooting torrents of cum while making a guttural growl that sounded more animal than human.
By now Archana was completely spent and only half aware of what was happening. She lay there propped up on her knees with her head and shoulders jammed against the headboard and her arms bound behind her back as the teenager made a few final thrusts before withdrawing his cock from her abused rectum. At last he flopped down face up on the bed beside her as she lay motionless with her knees bent underneath and her butt still up in the air.
For several long minutes he savored the glow before finally getting up to untie the bindings around her wrists and elbows. In contrast with the wild aggressor of a few moments before, he treated her tenderly and he even helped her into a more comfortable position on the bed before covering her with a spare blanket. His carnal desires sated, Deepak felt a sense of benign proprietorship over Archana as his new life-sized sex doll. He let her fall into a fitful sleep as he slipped on a pair of boxer briefs to go wandering into the kitchen in search of food.
Deepak made himself a peanut butter sandwich and then poured himself a tall glass of milk before sitting down at the large round oak table where he happily reviewed the photos and videos he had taken on his iPhone while he stuffed his face. Quite pleased with himself, he made an enthusiastic fist pump as he swiped his way to the photo showing the pretty Milf looking up at him wide-eyed with panic, her lips wrapped around his cock as she realized he was recording the sordid event for posterity.
After wolfing down the impromptu meal and guzzling a second glass of milk, the teenager got up and walked across the room to retrieve Archana's dress from the wastebasket where he had tossed it earlier in the evening. Brushing it off, he then hunted down her bra from the far reaches of the living room and while there he took time to extract the micro-SD memory card from the spy camera Ravi had loaned him.
When he returned to his bedroom he found Archana still sleeping soundly on his bed.
After laying out Archana's pantyhose, bra and shoes beside her on the mattress, Deepak sat down at his writing desk and opened his laptop. He connected his iPhone to the computer with a cable and transferred the images from his phone into a directory he had made almost a year ago that very day. The folder was labeled with Archana's name and within it were dozens of images of her in various states of dress and undress that he and Ravi had collected over time surreptitiously using the same spy camera in her own bedroom.
The directory also contained several annotated photo galleries organized into categories of clothing and lingerie that essentially documented Archana's entire wardrobe. Deepak browsed through the library now with the added satisfaction of knowing that from this point forward he would be able to have her wear whatever he wanted any day of the week.
Most of her outfits were appropriate for a woman unwilling to push boundaries or call attention to herself and Deepak smiled as he considered the changes he would be making for her. He planned to have all of her dresses and skirts hemmed at least three inches higher across the board. Archana would not be going anywhere without displaying those incredible legs. Her shirts and blouses were going to be showing a lot more cleavage as well after he made several buttonholes nonfunctional by having them sewn shut.
Deepak, however, had no intention of coming soon and he made up his mind that this particular load of sperm would be released only when his cock was buried inside her rectum. The boy had enormous self-control and he was particularly proud of his ability to prolong his erections for marathon fucking sessions. In this case the thrill of finally nailing Mrs. Michael was making it difficult to hold back so he decided it was time to force himself into her tightly puckered ass before he did reach the point of no return.
Archana Michael had always exhibited a meek and submissive perArchanality to some degree for most of her life. However, she had never felt so used and completely dominated as she did now at the hands of eighteen-year-old Deepak. Bent over and pressed uncomfortably into a mound of pillows with her arms tied behind her back, the pretty housewife had no way to brace herself against the teenager's violent thrusts that kept shoving her roughly into the headboard like a rag doll. His preternatural large penis struck her cervix painfully with each stroke and the stress on her pelvic floor muscles created an aching cramp in her belly that left her panting and gasping for relief.
When the boy finally withdrew himself from her battered pussy Archana mistakenly assumed he had finished but her relief turned to panic when she felt him begin pushing his thick pole between her butt cheeks. Sobbing, she frantically begged him to stop and tried to pull herself away but he kept her pinned in place with an arm around her waist as he centered the blunt dome on his intended target. She writhed helplessly as he began applying pressure with his hips to persuade the ring of muscles keeping her rectum closed to let him in.
Reflexively, Archana's sphincter clamped down even tighter, clenching down stubbornly against the fleshy invader. For several long minutes it was a case of the irresistible force meeting the immovable object and Deepak's efforts to breach the barrier ended in an uncomfortable stalemate punctuated by Archana's pitiful pleas for him to stop. Try as he might, the head of his cock seemed simply too big to get through the tiny opening without additional lubrication.
He reached between her legs and slid two fingers inside her sore vagina, swirling them around to collect as much of her juices as possible. Then, using her fluids with a dollop of his own spit, Deepak swabbed the moisture over her anus before forcefully jamming his index finger through the puckered opening like a blunt ice pick. Archana gasped and squealed as she felt his digit burrowing inside her, the finger rotating and flexing to stretch the muscles apart. Soon he added a second finger and began working them together in and out of her hole like a hydraulic piston while he stroked his throbbing cock with his other hand getting it ready for what was to come.
When he was satisfied he had loosened her up sufficiently he withdrew his fingers and pushed his dick against her anal orifice again. Intent on getting in this time, Deepak leaned against her with all his weight and finally Archana's fatigued sphincter muscles surrendered as the bulbous tip of his boner slid inside her with a soft "plop."
Deepak gripped her hips tightly with both hands and rested against her enjoying his moment of triumph. He relished the sensation of having her tight little asshole stretched taut around his shaft and he could feel her abdominal muscles quivering from within. Archana wrongly assumed the young man was all the way in but the truth became apparent as he began pushing himself deeper with powerful pelvic thrusts that caused her eyes to bulge with surprise.
She felt a painful ripping sensation radiating from the site of her impalement as his massive cock forced its way deep into her belly.
For Deepak the experience was pure and simple ecstasy. He had long dreamed of nailing his friend's hot mother and here he was popping her anal cherry in his own bed. After he established a rhythm he spread her cheeks apart with his hands and watched the friction of his veined shaft dragging her thin tissues with it as he moved in and out of the tight opening. Her anus gripped his cock like a tight fist and his naked thighs slapped noisily against her perfect round ass while the hapless Milf moaned into the pillows.
He took a deep breath and began seriously fucking her in earnest, pushing himself to the limit each time so his balls swung and bounced against her taint like a pendulum. He wanted the moment to last forever but the thrill of taking her this way made his explosive orgasm imminent and he stepped up the pace in anticipation of a big finish.
Archana's already sore forehead was again slamming against the headboard as he violently rammed himself into her for all he was worth. He loved seeing her helplessly tied up this way and he made a mental note to be sure and have some KY jelly on hand next time to make penetrating her an easier task.
As he rocked his hips back and forth he found himself thinking of how only a very thin membrane separated her vaginal and anal passages, which made him wonder what it would feel like if another man was fucking her in front at the same time. He mused to himself that perhaps he could get Ravi to join in and the image of him doing her up the ass while her son fucked her in front pushed him over the edge. He ejaculated deep inside shooting torrents of cum while making a guttural growl that sounded more animal than human.
By now Archana was completely spent and only half aware of what was happening. She lay there propped up on her knees with her head and shoulders jammed against the headboard and her arms bound behind her back as the teenager made a few final thrusts before withdrawing his cock from her abused rectum. At last he flopped down face up on the bed beside her as she lay motionless with her knees bent underneath and her butt still up in the air.
For several long minutes he savored the glow before finally getting up to untie the bindings around her wrists and elbows. In contrast with the wild aggressor of a few moments before, he treated her tenderly and he even helped her into a more comfortable position on the bed before covering her with a spare blanket. His carnal desires sated, Deepak felt a sense of benign proprietorship over Archana as his new life-sized sex doll. He let her fall into a fitful sleep as he slipped on a pair of boxer briefs to go wandering into the kitchen in search of food.
Deepak made himself a peanut butter sandwich and then poured himself a tall glass of milk before sitting down at the large round oak table where he happily reviewed the photos and videos he had taken on his iPhone while he stuffed his face. Quite pleased with himself, he made an enthusiastic fist pump as he swiped his way to the photo showing the pretty Milf looking up at him wide-eyed with panic, her lips wrapped around his cock as she realized he was recording the sordid event for posterity.
After wolfing down the impromptu meal and guzzling a second glass of milk, the teenager got up and walked across the room to retrieve Archana's dress from the wastebasket where he had tossed it earlier in the evening. Brushing it off, he then hunted down her bra from the far reaches of the living room and while there he took time to extract the micro-SD memory card from the spy camera Ravi had loaned him.
When he returned to his bedroom he found Archana still sleeping soundly on his bed.
After laying out Archana's pantyhose, bra and shoes beside her on the mattress, Deepak sat down at his writing desk and opened his laptop. He connected his iPhone to the computer with a cable and transferred the images from his phone into a directory he had made almost a year ago that very day. The folder was labeled with Archana's name and within it were dozens of images of her in various states of dress and undress that he and Ravi had collected over time surreptitiously using the same spy camera in her own bedroom.
The directory also contained several annotated photo galleries organized into categories of clothing and lingerie that essentially documented Archana's entire wardrobe. Deepak browsed through the library now with the added satisfaction of knowing that from this point forward he would be able to have her wear whatever he wanted any day of the week.
Most of her outfits were appropriate for a woman unwilling to push boundaries or call attention to herself and Deepak smiled as he considered the changes he would be making for her. He planned to have all of her dresses and skirts hemmed at least three inches higher across the board. Archana would not be going anywhere without displaying those incredible legs. Her shirts and blouses were going to be showing a lot more cleavage as well after he made several buttonholes nonfunctional by having them sewn shut.
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