Indian Village Girl Having Sex For First Time Before Marriage – Indian Hindi Audio

Title: “The Forbidden Fruits of the Village: A Tale of Two Hearts Entwined”

In the quaint, idyllic village of Amravati, nestled amidst the lush, rolling hills, there lived a spirited young maiden named Priya. With her radiant skin, piercing black eyes, and vibrant smile, she was the epitome of village beauty. Priya was betrothed to Arjun, a strapping lad from a neighboring village, in an arranged marriage that had been set in motion long before she was even born.

As the wedding day drew nearer, Priya’s heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. For though she loved Arjun in the way only two souls who had grown up together could, she harbored a secret, shameful desire – one that threatened to tear away the innocent veil that had thus far shielded her from the world’s wicked temptations.

Priya’s secret was Arjun’s older brother, Vikram – a tall, muscular man with a roguish grin and eyes that gleamed with mischief. Vikram had always treated Priya like a younger sister, but recently, strange stirrings had begun to take root within her innocent heart. Late at night, lying awake in her small hut, Priya would find herself yearning to hear Vikram’s deep, rumbling laugh, to feel the warmth of his calloused hand on her soft skin.

One fateful afternoon, PRIYA found herself alone with VIKRAM, the two of them having snuck off from the laborious wedding preparations to take a private moment to themselves. As they sat together on a fallen log, their thighs brushing, Priya’s heart raced, and she felt a dampness between her legs that shamed her.

“Vikram,” she whispered, her eyes downcast. “There is something I must confess to you, something that I dare not speak of to another living soul.”

“Then share it with me, Priya,” he said softly, his rough hand cupping her chin. Their lips hovered mere inches apart, and Priya could feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with her own.

“I… I do not know how to say it,” Priya stammered, her cheeks flushing crimson.

Her small, trembling hands reached out to grasp his broad shoulders, and she leaned in close until her breath mingled with his. “I fear that I am no longer content to simply be your sister. I fear that I love you… that I love you as a woman loves a man.”

Vikram’s breath hitched in his throat, and a mixture of emotions played across his face – surprise, wonder, and something deeper, darker. “Priya, are you certain?” he murmured. “You know that this is forbidden… that our love could never be.”

Tears sprang to Priya’s eyes as she let her hands fall away. “I know,” she said miserably. “I know the weight of my shame. But I cannot help this feeling, Vikram. I do not wish to live a lie. I wish only to be with the man I love.”

“Then be with me,” Vikram growled, his voice thick with desire. He pulled Priya into his lap so that she straddled him, his powerful hands gripping her hips. “Let us have this moment, this day. Let us forget your impending marriage and my brother’s love. Let us take what we can, while we can.”

Priya hesitated for only a moment before burying her hands in Vikram’s dark hair, her eyes alive with hunger. “Yes,” she breathed. “yes, I want to be with you. I want you to show me what pleasure is, what joy can be found in this world.”

And with that, Vikram captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering her sweet depths as his hands worked to remove the layers of cloth that separated their bare skin. Soon, Priya was nude before him, her pert breasts heaving, her taut nipples rasping against the hair on his chest.

“Beautiful,” Vikram growled as he drank in the sight of her. “So perfect, so untouched. I will be the first to claim you, to make you a woman.”

Priya shuddered at his words, her thighs clenching together as a strange, unfamiliar ache began to build at her core. “Then take me,” she whimpered. “Make me yours.”

Vikram needed no further encouragement. He laid Priya down on the soft grass, the sun-dappled leaves casting shadows across her slender form. Frantically, he shed his own clothing, until he too was bare, his muscled body gleaming in the light.

Priya gasped as she beheld his manhood, thick and hard and straining towards her. She reached out, her fingertips barely brushing against it. The heat was overwhelming, the power vibrating off the rigid shaft. “I… I do not know how to do this,” she whispered.

Vikram smiled, his eyes soft with adoration. “Hush, love,” he murmured. “Let me show you. Trust me to guide you.”

And guide her he did. His rough hands mapped out her every curve, cupping her breasts, kneading the soft handfuls until Priya was arching into his touch. His lips and tongue followed his hands’ path, laving her breasts, suckling her nipples, his tanned skin a stark contrast to her dusky skin.

Priya tossed her head back, her thick curls splaying across the ground as she lost herself to Vikram’s ministrations. He played her body like a sitar, the cords within her growing tauter and tauter as he plucked at her most sensitive points.

Slowly, tortuously, he worked his way down her quivering body, his tongue tracing a line between her breasts, over her belly, until he reached the juncture of her thighs. Priya tensed, reflexively trying to close her legs, but Vikram gently urged them open, drinking in the sight of her weeping slit.

“Perfect,” he purred. “So glistening, so ready.”

Priya mewled as his tongue made the first tentative foray between her folds, tentatively lapping at her essence. But as her whimpers grew more urgent, his ministrations intensified, until he was laving her stiff little pearl, his lips and tongue working in tandem to drive her towards the promised land.

Priya’s whole body began to tighten, her thighs trembling, her hands fisting in Vikram’s hair. “Vikram,” she keened, arching up into his mouth desperately. “Something is happening. I feel…I feel…”

“Let go, my love,” came his muffled growl against her flesh. “Come for me.”

And with that, Priya shattered, her body wracked by a pleasure so profound it bordered on pain. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her boneless and shaking in its aftermath.

As Priya lay there, gasping and trembling, Vikram rose over her, his manhood throbbing between them. She reached down, wrapping her small fingers around the huge shaft, marveling at its weight.

Slowly, reverently, she guided him towards her entrance, gasping as the blunt head nudged her sensitive flesh. And then, with one swift thrust, Vikram was inside her, sheathing himself to the hilt within her tight, slick heat.

Priya cried out at the sudden invasion, her nails raking down Vikram’s back as the pain of her maidenhead being breached radiated through her. But Vikram held perfectly still, giving her time to adjust to his size, murmuring words of love and praise as he kissed her eyelids, her nose, her mouth.

Gradually, the pain subsided, replaced by a deep, aching need as Priya’s body came to life once more. She began to move beneath Vikram, undulating her hips to urge him on.

“More,” she panted against his mouth. “I want…I need…”

“As you wish, my love,” Vikram breathed. And with that, he began to move within her, his thick shaft dragging against her untested walls, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her.

Priya clung to Vikram as he drove into her, each powerful thrust pushing her up the incline of ecstasy until she was once again teetering on the brink. And then, with a pile-driver thrust of his hips, Vikram sent them both flying over the edge, their cries of completion mingling with the songs of the birds and the rustling of the leaves.

They collapsed together, sated and spent, their sweat-slicked skin sticking together as they fought for breath. And as Vikram spooned his trembling lover from behind, his hands splayed protectively across her belly, a pair of tears trickled down his face, one for the love that could never be, and one for the moment they would have to say goodbye.