Bhabhi Ki Aisi Chudai Nahi Huyi Pehle Kabhi – Hindi Sex

Title: “The Unforgettable Foray into Desi Desire”

The salacious Sullivan sisters, Sonali and Sonal, were infamous in their rustic village for their insatiable sexual appetites and the wanton ways with which they satisfied them. Young village men and women alike whispered about their illicit trysts and brazen lust for each other. But none could have guessed the true depths of depravity to which the provocative pair would plunge.

Late one sultry summer evening, Sonali crept into the quarters of their reclusive neighbor, Bhagwan. He was an aged widower, holy man, who lived in sequestered solitude, devoting himself to meditation and prayer. But courageous Sonali had other, far more carnal desires in mind for the devout Bhagwan. As he knelt on his prayer rug, rocking back and forth in recitation of sacred hymns, Sonali silently approached and planted herself behind him.

“What trickery is this,” Bhagwan muttered, continue to chant as he felt the heat of her body press against his back. “I am not fit for such distractions.”

Sonali’s nimble fingers worked at loosening the knot of his dhotii, the worn garment barely concealing his manhood. “You are more fit than you know, holy one,” she purred, one hand drifting to cup his stiffening organ through the rough fabric. “I have desires only you can fill.”

Bhagwan tried to stand, to deliver Sonali from her sinful intention, but her hand tugged him firmly in place. When he glanced over his shoulder, his indignant gaze fell upon her pert breasts, barely restrained by the thin, clinging blouse. “You are a wanton woman, Sonali,” he declared, a tinge of admiration in his gruff voice. “I must resist your temptations.”

Sonali’s deft fingers worked faster, her grip firmer, obliging Bhagwan’s penis to strain against the confines. His resistance was weakening, and she knew she had him. “If you must resist, then do so standing before me,” she cajoled. “Let me look upon your manhood, your virile strength, and worship it as a devout believer would a sacred idol.”

Trembling, caught between his religious calling and the insistent caress of this alluring temptress, Bhagwan rose and disrobed. His erection towered over Sonali as she knelt before him, eyes wide and reverent. Savoring this moment of triumph, she reached out and slowly licked the flushed head of his impressively thick cock. “Beautiful,” she cooed. “Wondrous. It is truly divine.”

Bhagwan groaned, caught up in carnal delight even as the last threads of his pious resolve unraveled. “Nim isa,” he murmured, “daughter of the flame, undoer of knots, come to tangle me in your net of feminine desire.”

Sonali smiled, playfully nipping at his foreskin, teasing, taunting him. “Oh yes, bhagwan,” she declared, “I will make you howl to the heavens.” She sealed her promise with a full-lipped embrace of the shuddering, succulent head of his shaft. Pulling back slowly, she gazed at him with hooded eyes. “Follow me and I will show you the true path to enlightenment.”

Leading him by his throbbing organ, Sonali guided Bhagwan to the small outdoor pool where they would consummate their erotic tryst. The holy man’s pulse raced as he beheld the alluring sight of the nubile nymph appealingly posed on the stone rim, her hairy, glistening cunt shining under the moonlight. He hesitated but for a heartbeat before moving between her parted thighs and urging his rigid rod into her welcoming warmth.

Sonali moaned and undulated beneath him, urging him deeper, matching his thrusts with eager undulations of her own. The sensual friction built inexorably momentum, drawing gasps and whimpers, until the first thunderous shock of orgasm rocked them both. With a shout of ecstasy, they climaxed together, Bhagwan ejaculating copiously into Sonali’s smokeably gripping sheath.

As they recovered from their intense coupling, Sonali’s sister Sonal slipped quietly from the shadows. She had witnessed the entire erotic encounter and, slipping off her robe, approached the entwined lovers. “Let me join your communion,” she offered, one hand drifting over her slick, bald mound. “Three joined as one is surely a path to profound bliss.”

Bhagwan, his spiritual reservations now completely vanquished, welcomed Sonal into their embrace. The sisters took turns pleasuring him, lavishing his twitching cock with slick fingers and swirling tongues. Bitter moans of passion rang out as Sonal bobbed her head between Sonali’s legs, lapping at the sweet nectar of sex while Bhagwan stood behind her, madly slapping forward and back against her round brown buttocks until she gasped and came.

“Your sacred seed is inside me,” Sonal declared breathlessly, reaching back to help Bhagwan’s slippery cock push deep into Sonali’s quivering depths. “Now let me feel it inside you as well.” The holy man hilted himself in Sonali’s sucking heat, then switched to spill his precious load into Sonal’s tight fuming furnace. The sisters wept in joy, their faces pressed together as they shared a sisterly kiss, their luscious bodies shifting below Bhagwan’s plundering staff.

As the night neared its end, so too did the holy man’s resources. Sated beyond belief, he collapsed between his partner’s lush curves. Sonali whispered soothingly as the sisters lay with him, their hands drifting over his hairy flanks, his heavy balls, tracing the contours of a cock that had brought them both such profound delight.

“Rest now,” Sonali said, a smirk on full lips. “You have earned your union with the goddess today.” The contemptuous sisters laughed knowing their work in corrupting Bhagwan was finally complete.