Shalini Mishra The Ultimate Surrender

Dressed in that yellow attire she looked as the goddess of love or better if she is called an Apsara. “Apsara”, yes that word suits her most as she was wearing the same dress and was also having the same role today.

A light yellow netted brassiere wrapping her 42 sized breasts. The back strap of her brassiere was strained, finding hard to hold those big fleshy melons and of course they were also desperate to be free today. Its tube shaped shoulder-straps were digging in the soft flesh of her shoulders and the weight of her breasts was pulling them down. The thin net of the cups of this yellow brassiere was not able to hide that dark brown large areola decorated with a grape sized nipple which was poking out of the net, as if inviting her man to come and caress it with his lips and tongue.

Her yellow chiffon saree, which she had tied like an ancient Apsara was below her deep 4 inches wide belly button and was even giving a glimpse of her pubic hairs. She always kept them trimmed and since there was nothing under her saree so one could clearly see the beautiful bushy region between her thighs. Her big 46 sized ass swaying when she moved was sexy enough to give any man a hard on and tempt him to bend down and kiss them hard.

She was wearing bangles, necklace and a baju-bandd. In this deep jungle she had made all these ornaments with her own hands using wild flowers available around. She had found a mogra tree nearby so she had made a gajraa for herself which she had tied on her long hairs. Tied on the top her long hairs were swirling like a serpent, sometimes brushing on her sexy 38 inches waist and sometimes tapping her big ass cheeks on one side and then moving on to the other passing through the deep crack between those lovely big ass cheeks.

Her round face with a yellow bindi on her fore-head and light colored lipstick on her lips was making her look as if a woman is dressed for her first romantic encounter with her man. But who that lucky man was? Let me take you to the recent past.

Shalini Mishra was a middle aged woman of 36 years. Born and brought up in a Brahmin family and got married to a teacher who was almost inactive sexually. She tried her best but could not arouse her husband for sex. She had no other choice so she left her home. All she had with her was a bag of her clothes and a few hundred rupees.

Soon she was without money and the conductor of the bus, in which she was travelling, got her down and soon due to the chilling cold and hunger she fell unconscious.

When she woke up, she found herself on a shabby cot knitted with coconut grass. It was a small hut with just a few utensils in the corner and a small chullah. Whole hut was lighted with just one lantern although it was very cozy since the heat of chullah was sufficient to keep it warm.

She was not able to get. After some time a man entered the hut. Shalini, got up and looking at him she asked, “who are you and how come I am here?” in reply he asked her, “first tell me are you alright now?” Shalini said,”yes,” but please tell me how I am here.”

The stranger told her that she was lying unconscious on the road and since he was coming on his vehicle so he brought her in this hut. On further inquiry he told her that he owns a small piece of land here for farming and lives here alone in this small hut. He also assured her that she can stay in the hut till she gets alright and there is no need to worry. Saying this he went to the chullah and started cooking food.

He gave her food and after that he told her to sleep on the cot and he himself lied down on a bundle of dry grass in the other corner of the hut.

Soon he was asleep and a few minutes later the lone lantern also became dim. But there was no sleep in her eyes. In dim light she looked at the stranger who was asleep just a few feet away from her. He was wearing only jeans. His height must be around 5-11 and he had a broad chest with hairs on it. His biceps were sufficient to compete with any person who went to gym regularly and his chest tapered below to meet with his thin waist. His jean was a bit low and it revealed his pelvic curve clearly. His armpits had small hairs and even at such a distance, she could get the smell of his manly sweat. He was looking like the god of love.

Shalini stayed in his hut for a few days and during this period she had become comfortable with the stranger. His name was Aditya. He was very caring. He used to cook food for her as she was not well. He even had brought some magazines for her from the market for her reading and Shalini was getting attracted towards him gradually. She used to watch him daily just in his jeans chopping wood, working in his small vegetable field and adore him.

One night she heard some sound and her eyes got open. She looked here and there. The lantern was dim but she could see that Aditya was breathing hard; he was literally panting and was squeezing his tool over his pant. She got scared. But after some time his breathing was under control and he slept. Next morning when he was preparing tea she noticed a small stain over his jeans near the zip. She got blushed and he too, because he had observed Shalini looking at his jeans.

For the whole day she kept on thinking, about him, about his needs. The married woman inside her cursed her for doing so, as she was married and was not supposed to even think of anyone else besides her husband. But the pure woman inside her, which was just a woman, was favoring her feelings. “He has saved you, he has cared for you. Did your husband do all this? No. Then shouldn’t you do something for him. What’s the use of your being a woman, if you cannot do anything for such a man who has been so much for you?”

Shalini felt a kind of shivering in her body. She felt a cool breeze of air rushing her whole body. Her nipples were getting hard, her breathing was increasing and some hidden force inside her dragged her. She got up and closed the door of the hut. It had started raining outside, slowly but the storm was yet to arrive, outside as well as inside the hut.

Shalini dressed herself in yellow, which made him look like an ancient Gandharva woman. She had lit the lamp and even cooked food for him. What should she call her, stranger, Aditya or her man. She didn’t know but her heart was beating fast and she was waiting for him to come soon. Heavy rains had started outside and winds were blowing in speed. It was a storm.

Suddenly the door of the hut opened and he was there, drenched, water dripping from his body and stunned, looking at her. The Apsara in a yellow brassiere and just a saree tied below her belly button.

Shalini was looking down on the floor and Aditya, he was not even able to blink eyes. How could he even be? Goddess of love was in front of him. He was continuously staring at her. His chest was moving up and down. She tried to hand over the towel to him. He tried to hold it but it fell down and he got hold of her hand. He looked at her and she could not see up. After all she was the woman.

He stepped towards her and placed his left hand on her waist moving it further, wrapping it around her waist. His fingers were just touching the belt of her yellow brassiere, digging in the soft flesh of her waist. They didn’t know when she had come so close to him that their pelvic bone were touching each other’s. All she felt was something hard and bulging pressing her bun like mound above her cunt and it was such a feeling which she never wanted to end.

Their breath were fast and hard, not in rhythm so often her breasts expanding at the same time with his chest and his manly muscular chest pressing her 42 sized fleshy boobs as if her boobs were inviting his chest to crush them. They had been longing for so many years for this.

Her face was just below his face. Drops of water were falling from his hairs on her face and a few even right in the centre of her cleavage and vanishing somewhere inside between those big fleshy mounds. Every drop falling on her body was making her shiver with pleasure.

He bent his face a little and now his lips were just a few millimeters away from hers. Hot breath from his nostrils hit her face like a storm of sensuality. Her eyes opened wide once before her eyelids failed to co-operate and closed, just anticipating for the storm to take her away. Her lips opened a bit, inviting his and he responded.

She felt as if two hot pieces of flesh have taken her upper lip between them and slowly pressing her lip they were sucking it. She did not want to open her eyes, because she was in heaven, so she opened her lips more and his lips tightened over hers capturing them and started sucking them violently. His lips opened wide to engulf her lips between them, sucked them and the closed taking away her saliva from her mouth and again opening to get some more.

His tongue swirling like a mad serpent inside her mouth exploring her mouth, turning and taking her spit from her tongue and moving into his own mouth and then coming back. He was hungry since ages.

Shalini had left her on him. Her entire body was swinging in his arms. It was her ultimate surrender to her man. All she could feel was his left hand moving all over her back between the belt of her brassiere and her saree and sometimes even crossing those limits and moving between her shoulder straps, feeling her nakedness, her smoothness and her voluptuousness. His right hand was just on the base of her big breasts. Her heart beating fast for them to capture her melons but something else happened.

His thumb rose up and its tip pressed on the tip of her nipple. He started rubbing his thumb over her nipple and areola. She shivered with pleasure and moaned but he had already captured her lips so all that came out from her mouth was ummm. Hfff hfff. This indication was enough for him. His right hand went up and grabbed her left breast. Taking the big fleshy melon in his hard manly hand and while he went on kissing his hand started kneading her left breast along with the net of her brassiere. She moaned ummmm, ummmmm, ummmmm. And trembled and felt as of her whole body was shivering and her orgasm gushed out. Shocks aftershocks her body jerked again and again and she had her first orgasm after so many days.

His hand did not leave her breast, rather he kept on interchanging it between the left and the right one, kneading them both, sometimes opening his whole hand taking the whole flesh in it and squeezing it like a mango and then narrowing its grip to take her areola and her large grape sized nipple between his fingers and turning it like a radio button with the net of her brassiere. She was in heaven. She wanted him to take everything she had. In fact she had surrendered to her man.

He took her in his arms, lifted her up and took her outside the cottage. It was raining like cats and dogs. They were drenched in just a few seconds. He made her lie down softly on the soil and lay down besides her. She was trembling with cold and pleasure, but soon she felt one hand opening her saree knot and spreading it. She could feel drops of rain hitting her naked thighs and suddenly it stopped.

She felt Aditya climbing on her body. A hard hot rod was trying to enter between her fat fleshy thighs she opened her thighs in pleasure and felt as if a hot dart was rubbing on her unused cunt lips. Her cunt was already wet with her orgasm and thus her lips opened as if the bride cunt was spreading her lips to welcome her groom cock inside.

Uuuummmmmmm, usssshhhhh were the words that emerged from her lips as the bulb shaped head of his tool got fixed between her cunt lips, spreading them apart and touching her vulva with it.

She spread her arms and touched his drenched body and felt him moving forward and the hot rod entering deep inside her cunt, stretching her soft fleshy, black cunt lips apart and sliding inside.

Aaaaaiiihhhhhh, aaaaaiiiii, yesss Adi, and he again moved back and again a frontal movement pushing his whole rod inside. Aaaassssh, aaaaiiiii yesss yesss. Ufffffff, huhhh huhhh huhhh, Shalini was sobbing, tears flowing from her eyes, not in pain, but with happiness of getting the respect of womanhood.

She spread her hands once again and held his arms as if she wants to engulf him into her, as if she never wants him to be away from her.

He placed his hands on the wet soil near her arms and started moving his body up and down, sliding his cock inside her and out and then inside and then out.

Ohhhhh yessss, aaahhh, huffffff, yesss babyyy, addiiiii, meri jaaaan, chodo mujhe, aaaahhhh kitne dino se pyaasi hoon, sobbbb, sobbbb, mar gayeee thhi main, sobbbb sobbb, aaahhhhhh aaaj mere andar ka saaara rasss le lo mere Rajjjjaaa, sobbbb sobbb sobbb.

He was getting wilder with her moans. He had now wrapped her legs around his waist and was thumping his cock in her cunt. His thighs banging on her fat fleshy thighs and her balls hitting her ass hole with every inward sliding of his cock, he was panting hard and fucking her like a wild beast and Shalini, she was banging her head on the muddy soil and screaming, yesss Adii, fuck me, I am your woman, you don’t have to suffer in the night alone.

She wrapped her hands around him, trying to pull him towards her and lifting her body high in the air and he tried to push himself inside her and Shalini felt as if a volcano inside her was erupting jetting its lava on his cock and jets of hot fluid from his cock spraying on the opening of her womb.

(Part 2 will follow very soon)

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