Chapter 1 4 Banging The Bengali Teen
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Leaving the teen in the hall, Joginder moved towards his room. Their room, he thought, his and the twins’. The two girls slept with him now. It made no sense, them sleeping in another room when they made love almost each night. Sleeping, flanked by two beauties gave him sweet dreams every night. On some nights he would wake up to find one or both of them having a go on his dick. On others, he would just lie there, fondling their breasts as they slept peacefully, their breathing gentle and even.
As he entered the room, he could almost smell his daughters, their fruity scent, their scent of sex, his own masculine scent, all mixed together. He glanced towards the bed. Though the sheets were made, he could easily visualize them, lying on his two sides, their body raised on the elbows as they giggled and flicked their tongue, sometimes on his organ, sometimes on each other.
Last night’s last image played in his mind. Right before he dozed off, he saw them by his cock, quarreling as to who will be the first one to lick him clean. It was still semi-stiff, glistening with semen and secretions. And then he had blacked out because of exhaustion and pleasure, not knowing who won. When he woke up in the morning, they were at the same place, taking care of his morning wood. Ah, such loving daughters I have, he thought, chuckling.
He looked around the room, trying to remember where he had placed it. Or dropped it. He played the last night’s happenings in his mind. And it hit him! He stooped down, getting on his knees, bending over his bed, throwing his hand around to place it.
As the piece of bamboo wood touched his knuckles, he could hear Jasmeet’s moans in his head, as she counted for him. “One… Two… Ahh, three… Mmm, four, daddy, stop… Five, shit… Six, it hurts, Sir… Seven… Aaahh, eight, nooo… Nine, daddy, wait… Ten… Thank you, master! This cunt thanks you…” Then he had turned towards his other daughter, toying with the cane. Her eyes were wide with fear and anticipation as they kept darting from his face to his hands to the ass of her sister with red, linear marks of the cane. “Will it hurt, daddy?” Though she knew the answer, she asked it every time he caned them. She knew her question somehow made their father hornier. So whenever they played the game, she would ask, “Will it hurt, daddy?”
“Just a wee bit, munchkin!”
“Promise? OK…”
Now, as Joginder walked towards the hall, cane in his hands, to the waiting nymph, he wondered what her reaction would be. He found her as he had left her: head down, hips up, legs dangling, eyes closed. It looked as if she was asleep.
He tiptoed towards her, wanting her to be unaware of what was to come. He took a stance, bringing the cane close towards her bubbly butt. He could hear her eased up breathing. He could smell her glistening pussy lips. He could see her red butt cheeks. One part of him felt bad for what he was about to do. But then…
…he swung his hand outward and then swung it back towards her.
CRACK!
As the wood touched her skin, he could feel the time slow down. He could see it happening in slow motion, the cane bending, the flesh digging under the force of it, the ripples forming up and racing outwards to cover her entire cheeks. He could even see the muscles of his hand jolting because of the impact. And then the speed of time was back to normal.
Her body lurched forward. Riya screamed even before her brain processed the cause, her hands shooting towards her buttock on reflex. She fell sideways, tumbling down to the floor. She looked up, from the thin slit of squeezed eyes as she grimaced in pain. Her eyes got big with horror when she saw the cane. Her horrified and distorted face reflected the emotions and thoughts that ran through her head. With tears and pain in her eyes, she mouthed, “Why…?”
Well, Joginder himself didn’t have the answer to the why. He had no idea why he did that! He just… “Because you are unruly.” He sounded half-convinced, not at all impressed by his own answer. “Because you came without my permission. Now get up. I’ve more planned for you.” Though he wasn’t going to do it again, he wanted to see this cocktease beg. He liked her begging.
“No, no more. Please…” she pleaded, in between her sobs. “No…” He bent down to pick her up and her pleading got louder. “No, Uncle, please, no more. Don’t do it.” She tried to wrestle and wriggle away, but his grip was firm. “It hurts. Stop.” And then as if she remembered, “Sir, master. Please. I can’t take it, Sir.”
He acted as if he was considering it, pleased that she called him ‘Sir’ and ‘master’. “Hmm! OK. No more caning. But, what should I do instead?”
She took a while before she said in her trembling voice, “You can have sex…?”
This girl is incredible! Unbelievably incredible! And incredibly unbelievable! “‘We can have sex.’”
“We can have sex,” she repeated at once.
Fuck me, her voice rang once again. “Sure, baby.”
He sat down on the sofa, dropping the cane, and made her sit on his lap, facing away. With one hand he started mauling her breasts while with another he started manipulating her pussy. And soon Riya was hot. Soon her breathing got ragged and it wasn’t long before she let out a groan of desire.
He smacked her immediately. “Bad girl! Bad, bad girl!” Another smack and he stopped his foreplay. He made her stand in front, bending her awkwardly so that her wet cunt was lined with his member. He pulled her closer by her shoulders till his hardness touched her wetness. He moaned and rubbed the wetness on his cock. Then he pulled her further, closer, driving the head inside her tight warmth.
She inhaled sharply, audibly, preparing herself for further invasion. Joginder thrust upwards while pulling her down, pushing another inch inside her. Another thrust and he was halfway inside.
“My God, you are so tight!” He pulled out, rubbing her clit with his thumb. He waited for a moment and then pulled her all the way down on himself, till the hilt! Riya shrieked while he groaned. She was sitting on his lap, totally impaled on his organ, whimpering and trembling out of pain and pleasure. He pulled himself out once again and let her fall back on his cock.
“Aah, Uncle!”
“Don’t talk,” he warned her. “If you don’t stop being disobedient I will be a very bad master!” He started fucking her, his pace light and steady. “Understood?”
She nodded silently, her body bouncing with each thrust of his, her ponytail getting tossed around.
He slid his hands from her shoulders to her boobs and pinched her nipples lightly, rolling them in between his fingers. He pulled at them lightly, while he fucked her from underneath. “Fuck, you are damn tight. Never been fucked or what?” His hands slid down towards her hips.
Riya gasped and moaned in reply.
A quick, firm slap landed on her buttock. “Move your ass.” She obliged, raising her hips and then forcing it downwards, impaling herself on his hard dick. She kept bouncing her hips while he pushed from below, lightly gripping her hips for support.
He felt the climax nearing once again. But he wasn’t done yet. He wasn’t satisfied with this young eighteen-year-old body. He wanted more of her. “Just the tip, Riya. Take in just the tip, not the whole length.”
She nodded and changed her movements accordingly. She moved her sexy body up and down, taking in just the head of his cock. Her tight pussy lips gripped him firmly as she kept on simulating the pink bulb.
Joginder realized it was a bad decision. In the heat, he had forgotten that head of a dick is extra sensitive. Her warm tightness brought the peak even closer. He shoved her up, pulling his cock completely out of her. She let out a sound of protest as her tight tunnel vacated. “Turn around,” said he, totally ignoring her reaction. He kissed her as soon as she was facing him. The deep, passionate kisses helped in keeping the edge away.
In a flash, he got up and turned, pushing the girl down on the sofa. She fell down on her back, her legs stretched apart. He kneeled between her legs and licked her swollen, wet, red lips. She moaned in pleasure, closing her legs around his head. “Uncle…!”
In response, Joginder licked her clitoris hood. He flicked his tongue around, sometimes digging his teeth into her soft flesh. He used his fingers and tongue to control her level of pleasure. He licked and sucked and fucked her tight hole. Once in a while, he travelled down to her asshole, shoving his tongue inside her, only to get clinched by her tight, pulsating muscles. She was biting her lips, to keep away the moans, but the attention he paid her was driving her insane. He had to open her legs a few times as the intense pleasure forced her to close them. He even caressed her inner thighs and mound. She was shivering.
“Please stop, Uncle. Sir…” It was getting unbearable for her. She was nearing another orgasm. Her trembling got violent, her whole body shaking. She closed her legs, gripping his head tightly between them. Her breathing got shallow and eyes rolled up inside her head. And just as she was about to climax for the second time…
…Joginder let go of her and stood up, stepping back. It gave him a certain kind of pleasure, denying pleasure to the cocktease. He almost dived back towards her glistening cunt but held himself back.
For a second or two, she couldn’t process what’s happened. When she was back to her senses, she looked at him, a frown on her face, her mouth dangling wide, legs still separated apart. “Why…” She couldn’t complete what she was going to say as her father’s friend laughed out loud.
“You little slut! You told me to stop, no?” He chuckled some more.
She flushed, her face turning red. “But…” She was at a loss of words yet again. “I…”
“Shut up,” he commanded and stepped towards her. He climbed up towards her face and gave her his cock to suck.
She gladly took him into her eager mouth, avoiding using her hands. She licked and sucked and kissed and blew on his hard on. She gave extra attention to the underside, the soft skin just below the head, where it’s the most sensitive. Joginder moaned out involuntarily, his legs almost giving up. His organ twitched and he shoved his dick into her. It passed in smoothly. His balls slapped her chin as he skull-fucked her for a minute or two. She was salivating, making his dick slick and wet for her tight hole. She was a brilliant cocksucker. Either she’s a natural or she has a great trainer. The thought made him laugh. He pulled himself out of her mouth and looked down in her eyes. “Tell me this isn’t your first time, right?”
She blushed and looked away. Then she slowly nodded. “Yes, this isn’t my first time.” Her words were barely audible. But the groan of lust that he let out was loud. She looked up and flushed even more as she saw her friends’ father’s cock twitch. She scooted closer, to take him back in her mouth but he pushed her back.
“No. I’ll fuck you now.”
She nodded and lied down on her back. He mounted her, once again lining his dick with her hole, and pushed forward inside her.
“Ummmh…!” Riya exclaimed as his cock parted her pussy lips and sank deep inside her wet tightness. She pushed back at him, her gorgeous, sexy body reacting to his thrusts. He started fucking her, with slow but steady strokes. He grabbed her curvy hips and gradually increased his pace of thrusts, his cock reaching deeper into her young pussy. His cock was glistening with their juices and froth.
He licked her nipples. Using his tongue and lips, he sucked and licked her erect pink nipples. He traced the outline of her areolas with his tongue. Her body got covered with goose pimples as he took care of her, fucking her unceasingly. He pressed her supple boobs, digging his fingers into the soft flesh, licking the hard nipples.
He kissed her as his pace got faster. His hands were running all over her young body, his fingers tracing all the curves and contours of hers. He played with her navel, dipping his fingers in it. She giggled in response and he pinched her over there.
He held her head. “Look at me.” She obeyed. Her gorgeous eyes were brimming with passion as he stroked deeper inside her. His balls were slapping against her ass cheeks, making sounds that Joginder loved the most. Though he was more than double her age, he still had the stamina to fuck a young girl till she squirmed with pleasure.
“Aah, Uncle—”
He slapped lightly.
“Sir. Sorry, Sir, I love you.”
He raised his eyebrows out of delight. This made her blush and look away. “Look at me.” But she didn’t, still giggling and shying, looking away. “You know what, I don’t love you.”
That made her look back at him. “Why…?”
“I don’t love disobedient cocktease. I just fuck them, using them like a sex-doll.” He started fucking her faster. “I will make you my personal sex slave, my personal baby-maker. Yes, I will make you a cheap breeding machine.”
She moaned and blushed, and looked down towards her pussy lips. Joginder followed her eyes. His long and thick cock plowed her tight hole mercilessly, moving in and out like a piston. The veins were taut with blood, rubbing against her wet wall of muscles.
Riya exclaimed and he looked back towards her. Her eyes were shut. He felt her getting tight down there, squeezing his hard dick. And without warning she came, her face distorted with pleasure. Wet secretions flowed out of her, onto his cock, making it slicker. The wet sound of fuck filled the room as he kept thrusting, while she came convulsively, shuddering under him, milking his cock.
And then he came. The wonderful sensation of young, juicy hole was too much for him. Before he could react or do anything, his back arched as he pushed his cock deeper and started spraying his white goo inside her. He groaned as his pulsating cock twitched inside her squeezing pussy, filling her up with his seed. His knees buckled in pleasure and he fell down on her little body, totally spent, still coming.
He gathered his energy and pulled himself up, out of her body. He was still erect, his hardness totally covered with secretions and globs of sperm. He fell down beside her, his dick twitching and releasing white fluids. “Come,” he said, heaving, holding the back of her neck, “clean me.” He pulled her up in sitting position. Come was dripping out of her pussy, flowing downwards. He pushed her down on the floor. She squatted between his legs as he pushed his cock inside her mouth.
She was still dazed by her orgasm. She kept still, his semi-erect penis in her mouth, swaying a bit. Her eyes were closed and her body was trembling slightly. Not in her senses, she couldn’t hear his repeated instructions.
Joginder stroked her cheek lightly. “Riya?” She opened her eyes, unfocused, still far away. He called out her name once again.
“Huh?” she looked up, his dick sticking out of her mouth.
“Clean my cock.”
And after ages, she bobbed her head. She held the base and then started licking, running her tongue along his dick, collecting white semen and her juice on her tongue. She swallowed them and got back at cleaning him further.
He threw his head back and closed his eyes, resting. He played the whole evening in his mind. He recalled the fuck. He replayed the mind boggling orgasm again and again. He thought of alternate ways to fuck her. He could have done this, he could have said that. He could have fucked her until his dick got soft. He could have…
“Uncle? Sir?”
He opened his eyes on hearing her sweet voice and looked at her. “What?”
“I’m done, Sir,” she said, proudly, like a kid who had done her task all by herself.
“Huh? Hmm…” She was stroking him, lightly, looking up at him, waiting for further instructions. “But you ruined the floor.”
“Huh?” She followed his gaze and looked down. Liquids and Fluids had come out of her vagina and dripped down onto the floor. There was a puddle of sex juice between her legs. Some lump of semen stuck to her thighs. She reddened with shame as more come oozed out of her.
“Clean it too.”
“Huh?” She looked up.
“C’mon! Lick it clean.”
She waited, trying to understand what was asked of her. And when she did, she stretched out on her knees and hands, bowing down to the floor. Her pink tongue flashed out of her mouth when she was just above the puddle. She lapped at it once.
Joginder moaned at the sight. She tucked back the loose strands of hair as she kept lapping. She slurped and licked and lapped up some more. She even scooped the semen sticking to her body and licked them too, swallowing and gulping all of it.
He had asked her to clean the floor. She could have used her fingers to scoop up the secretions and then lick it off her fingers. But no! she was lapping it up like a bitch. She was humiliating herself. It was as if she liked getting humiliated.
After the quick work, she looked back at him, still on her knees and hands. “Good girl!” she grinned as her master praised her. “Come here.”
When she was between his legs, he asked, “Tell me, do you like getting humiliated?” He was rubbing and stroking his cock on her cheeks and lips.
She flushed on the question. Then she nodded.
He grinned. “What else do you like?”
“Forced sex,” she said, her voice feeble. With the last word, she shied away, turning into the colour of beetroot.
He let out a laugh. Whoa! His personal plaything turned out to be a complete slut. “Really?” He laughed again and shoved his dick in her mouth. She happily obliged, opening her mouth, and started sucking him. “When did you do it for the first time?”
“Two months back,” she said in between slurps. “On my birthday.”
He moaned yet again. Fuck, she is a sex-craved girl! He clearly remembered the night of her eighteenth birthday. His daughters looked mind-blowing in their dresses, their eighteen-year-old bodies oozing sex appeal. He had asked them to not go to the birthday party of their best friend. “Instead, we can fuck to our heart’s content!”
“We will definitely fuck, daddy! To out heart’s content,” Jasmeet said boldly, giggling. “But not now. After we come back. OK?”
Jasmine had hugged him and mumbled in her childish demeanor, “Promise!” Then she had raised herself on her toes and kissed his cheek. “You can have my ass,” she had whispered sultrily in his ear.
It had taken the whole of his willpower to stop himself from taking his daughters then and there. And later when they were doing it, he was a total animal. He had fucked Jasmine’s ass sore. She had to literally plead to him to go slow.
When it was Jasmeet’s turn to bounce on his cock, they told him about Riya. “For sure, she got fucked today!” Jasmeet was gyrating her hips, fucking their daddy’s dick. Her sister was sitting on their father’s face, getting her pussy and ass licked after a hard fuck. Jasmine was whimpering, playing with her nipples as their father was tongue-fucking her cunt. There’s a tiny, sexy mole on one of her pussy lips. She knew he loved licking and biting her over there. There was another beauty mark just beside her asshole. Joginder licked both the places while his other daughter went up and down on his hard shaft, telling him about the birthday girl.
“She couldn’t walk properly. When we asked she said she injured herself. But I know, daddy, she got fucked today. She walked exactly like Jasmine did when you took her virginity.” Jasmine moaned when her name was mentioned. She forced her hips down on his tongue. “Aaahh, daddy…!”
Now, Joginder realized that he was hard once again, skull-fucking Riya. Her eyes were rolled up and she was sputtering and gagging all over his cock. “You like getting used, don’t you? You like getting humiliated. Forced!” He fucked her mouth with new vigour, holding her head between his palms. “You know what; I will fuck you till you plead me to stop. I will use your hot body in any way I like. I will even let others fuck you.”
She moaned hearing that.
“You would want that, won’t you? You dirty whore on heat!” With that he let go of her head, pulling his cock out of her gaping mouth. She blinked twice and focused as her mouth was vacated, coughing.
He pawed for his phone and found it underneath the cushions. He dialed a number and spoke when the call connected. “Hey, I have a surprise for you. A gift. Bring Ahmad too.” He disconnected immediately without any further explanation and looked towards the sex-loving teen. She had a mixture of emotions written on her face: fear, anticipation, lust, hesitation.
He held her chin and spoke, “Unlatch the door and come back here to suck my dick. I want to fuck your ass.”
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