Tale Of A Bengali Teen Ch 01 1

That hot summer afternoon, Joginder was sitting on his couch, staring at the TV, his mind somewhere else. He was thinking about the steamy, hot sex session from the last night. His twin daughters were extra-willing and extra-adventurous. God knows what took over the two of them. They literally wore him down. He was so spent that he couldn't wake up in the morning. And when he

did

wake up, he found two mouths wrapped around his hard cock.

According to him, it was a miracle that he was hard once again. His last thought before passing out was that his cock was dead, for ever! His sex life's over! But watching his two daughters take care of his morning wood was something assuring. Though tired, he loved the feel of their warm mouths, their teasing eyes, their sexy giggles.

"Daddy's tired, princesses," he had said, lazily.

"It's OK, daddy," Jasmine replied to that. "Just lie back. Let us take care of you for a change." Then she engulfed the whole of his 7.1" cock and Joginder couldn't help but moan.

"Oh, fuck, sweetie!"

Jasmeet giggled and placed her hand on the back of her sister's head, gagging her on their father's penis. They called it 'The magic trick of disappearing dick'.

His train of thoughts was stopped by the door-bell. He stirred out of his trance and moved to check who it was. He realized that he was hard once again. So he stopped near the door, looking down at the tent of his boxers and mentally urging it to go down. Another bell...

Fuck!

He opened the door just a bit and peeped outside, hiding his lower body behind the door. The sight that greeted him was another assault on his manhood.

Riya was standing there, in front of him, looking up into his eyes with her ultra gorgeous eyes. The kohl lines around her eyes made them super sexy. The smile on her face, the fair colour of her body, the blue mini skirt, the white tank top, the matching sneakers, everything about her turned him on. Always. Without fail. She had what he called a 'sluty smile' and 'fuck-me eyes'.

"Hi, Uncle," she said in her sweet baby voice, rising up on her toes to kiss him on his cheek. Joginder had to bend down, like always, as her 5'2" body couldn't reach up to him. It was their ritual of some sort. She would kiss him on his cheek every time they meet, followed by a half-hug. That embarrassed Joginder a lot. A LOT! Especially when she did it in front of others.

After the kiss, she pulled him out from behind the door to hug him. And he had nowhere to hide his hard on. So he closed his eyes, praying that she wouldn't notice. But, shit happens...

While hugging, the hard on got pressed against her body.

Shit!!

But she didn't react to that.

Maybe she didn't notice!

As soon as she let him go, Joginder hid half of himself once again. "Wh-what happened, Ri-Riya?" He mentally kicked himself, for behaving like an embarrassed teenager.

"Where are they?" she asked.

"Umm, they went to the mall, Riya. For a movie or something."

"And the bitches didn't even tell me!" She pouted her lips and he imagined how it would feel, her lips around his cock.

"Riya!" Joginder frowned, in spite of his perverted imaginations.

"Sorry!" The pout turned into a sweet, sexy giggle. She was a sex bomb, lusted by many. Daughter of the secretary of their society, she was a childhood friend of his twin daughters. Same circle of friends, same school, and now going to the same college! The secretary of the society, her father, was also the Principal of their school!

She had a huge crush on him, his daughters had told that during one of their fuck sessions. A barely legal eighteen-year-old teen with 32c-26-34 assets was a dreamgirl of anyone. Anyone would like to get into her pants. Time and again he had fucked his daughters imagining he was doing it with Riya. But he never tried to do anything with her, partly because he was a good friend of her dad, and partly because his girls were too jealous of her. Though they were the best of friends, they didn't like the way Riya made him feel. He was their dominant daddy, not some embarrassed boy! But, they teased him about it too! Strange!

"Helloooo? Uncle...!" Riya snapped her fingers. "Where did you go?"

Joginder shook himself back to reality, only to realize that he was not hiding behind the door anymore. He was standing in front of the girl, his tent in full view!

Oh, my God! When did that happen?!

He was about to hid himself once again when Riya pushed him aside. "Can I come in?" she asked, stepping inside.

"S-sure," said he, closing the door. He went directly to his couch and sat down, trying to concentrate on the TV, unconsciously tracking the movements of Riya. She went to the fridge, bent down from her hips, her legs straight. The skirt rode up and the blue panties shone on her white body.

There she goes again...

Riya never left any chance of teasing him. Always wearing skimpy skirts around him, she was in a habit of finding excuses to bend down in front of him, sometimes from her waist, sometimes on all her four.

She took out a water bottle and started drinking from it, her lips around the top of it, sucking it a bit. Joginder gulped.

I have to talk to her. This must stop.

After putting the bottle away she came up to him and plopped beside him on the couch.

At least she didn't sit on my lap this time!

"What are you watching, Uncle?" God, her voice!!

Joginder forced himself to talk to her about her teasing. "Riya I've something important to talk about."

"Yes?" She scooted closer, if one can, and batted her eyelashes, sexily.

"This must stop."

"What?"

"This..." He stood up and gestured vaguely. "You should stop doing this. You should stop teasing me. You should stop wearing such short skirts. Half of your butt was visible! Your—"

"Were you checking out my butt?!" Her eyes got big!

Joginder was at a loss of words. It was one of that what-the-fuck moments!

Does she know?

She had used the exact same words that Jasmeet told when she was the one teasing and seducing him. He couldn't reply then, and he couldn't reply now. He just sat back on the couch, his head hung low. At least his hard on was gone!

"Oh, c'mon, cheer up, Uncle. It's alright." She kissed on his cheek. "It's OK!"

He just nodded, his mind completely numb.

"Off-ohh..." She stood up and sat on his lap.

"Riya...!"

"It's alright, Uncle. Don't think about it. OK? Now just... let's watch some TV, huh?" She sounded as if she was an adult and he was a kid! She picked up the remote and started surfing. "Oh! Tom & Jerry! I just love the show!"

He was too blank and scared to even react. He kept thinking about that sentence.

Does she know? Have they told her? Shit, it's so embarrassing!

He fished for his phone and sent a message:

Have you two told Riya anything about us?

'Daddy and his princesses' was the name of the WhatsApp group. His two daughters were giggling in the DP.

Shit, man!

Nobody responded. Maybe the two girls were busy. Or maybe their phones were on silent. Or maybe...

Jasmeet was more mature of the two. More outspoken, more adventurous and bolder. She was the older one too, full thirty-three minutes older. Smart and witty, she can never let you win an argument. Jasmine was more of a kid, child-like. Though she was 18, she still needed her teddy bear to go to sleep! And that's what turned Joginder on like some mad man! Watching his younger daughter naked, clutching her brown teddy bear excited him much more than any aphrodisiac could. She was clutching it even when he entered her for the first time. She almost tore Mr. Teddy out of pain when he deflowered her.

Oh, fuck!

That's when he realized that he was hard once again. Not only that, Riya was grinding her buttock, very slowly, on his hard on. She was sitting directly on his crotch, his penis sticking directly to her pussy, through layers of clothes.

"Riyaaa..." He couldn't say more. It was too pleasurable! Riya turned towards him and kissed his lips without any warning. He pulled back, surprised. And she looked into his eyes. Her eyes were full of lust. The kohl-lined fuck-me eyes begged Joginder to fuck her. And Joginder decided to oblige. He pounced on her lips.

He kissed her lips as if there was no tomorrow. He sucked her lips, bit them even. He licked them with his tongue, inserting his tongue in her mouth. Their tongues met and Riya moaned. He started kissing her neck, her shoulders, back to her chin and lips.

She got off his lap and sat on the ground, between his legs. She looked up into his eyes as she unzipped him and took out his penis. Once out, she started jerking it, kissing it lightly once in a while. She kissed the tip, the base, the head; but she didn't take him in her mouth.

"What are your fantasies, Uncle? Your kinks?" she giggled and licked the underside of his dick."Your kitty will fulfill all your desires! Tell me what you like." She was teasing him. And Joginder didn't like getting teased when it came to blowjob. It was time to show that he was the daddy dom and not the submissive, embarrassed kid. Plus, she gave him a get-out-of-the-jail-for-free card with her 'kitty' sentence!

He slapped her. Lightly, mind you, but firmly. There would be no marks on her cheek for her to explain but the slap was firm enough to leave her dazed.

"What—" she began, but he cut her short.

"Shut up and suck my cock." He held the back of her head and forced the cock inside her mouth. She had to stretch her mouth open to get his cock. Joginder knew his cock was abnormally thick, but he also knew that she will get a habit of it, like his daughters did. He was going to use this Bengali teen to his fullest desire.

She tried to pull away, but his strategically place hand didn't allow her to. Instead, he pushed her further down his cock. Her face was distorted because of her open mouth. It was turning red and soon it would turn purple, he knew that. He liked gagging a girl on his thick cock. Plus, he was decently long too, at 7.1". He just loved chocking girls on his cock.

A retching sound came out her throat. She tried to pull back, her eyes teary. But he didn't allow. She looked at him pleadingly.

Just one more moment.

She gagged once again and Joginder pulled his cock out.

A burst of relief and air entered her mouth, almost choking her again. She coughed and coughed, trying to wipe the tears away. But she was too dizzy to do that. Her hand trembled. Hell, her body trembled.

"I like choking a tease like you," Joginder answered now. "I like being the dominant daddy! You know what else I like? Choking them over and over again." With that, he pushed his cock into her mouth once again. It was amazing to see that though her mouth was stretched, she avoided scrapping his penis with her teeth. Like a pro! It was not her first time, for sure! That delighted him a lot!

He started fucking her mouth with delayed strokes. He choked her for a while, then pulled his cock out completely, only to stuff it back after a second or two. And soon he started fucking her mouth with full-fledged vigour and rapid strokes. Tears flowed out of her eyes without stopping. Her face had completely turned red. Her jaws started to hurt.

"Oh, c'mon, cheer up, Riya! It's alright." He was repeating her words. "It's OK!" Joginder pulled out his cock. "How is it, huh?" Riya couldn't answer. How could she? She was busy trying to catch her breath. She tried to wipe her face but he stopped her. She looked up at him, puzzled. In return, he spat on her face.

She was shell-shocked by the action. She couldn't register what exactly did happen. He spat once again and before she could say or protest, he shoved his cock back in her mouth. But it seemed he was bored of it. Because he pulled it out within few seconds.

Oh, wait! He wanted to humiliate her further. He started smearing her face with the mixture of spit and pre-cum that was sticking to his cock. He rubbed his cock on her face, spreading the spit. Her kohl got smeared, making the area around her eyes black. He spat once again and shoved his cock back into her mouth, deep-throating her.

One could only wonder how the table turns. She came here to tease him but ended up getting humiliated by him.

For the next part, he started teabagging. He stuffed his large scrotum in her mouth and ordered her to lick. And, strangely, she obliged. He could feel her tongue lick his balls. He brought out his balls and said, "Lick them properly." He laughed when he saw her nodding like an obedient child. He stuffed his balls once again.

After he was satisfied with her mouth, he turned his attention to other body parts. He pulled out her top, the neckline of which was already wet because of spit, sweat and precum. He almost ripped open the white bra. He pulled down the panties, smelled it and then wiped her face with it. He cleaned her face completely and then threw the panties away too. He didn't remove her skirt; well it wasn't much of a hindrance. Then he ordered her to stand in front of her. He looked at her from top to bottom. She was standing there, still dazed, in her blue mini skirt and sneakers.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" he asked, a cunning smile on his face.

"F-fuck m-me?" Her hesitating voice was another turn on!

He laughed, heartily. "Much more than that. Tom will chase Jerry and I will stretch the kitty...!"

Actually, Tom and Jerry show was over. Joginder glanced towards the TV after making his statement and saw that some other show was airing. He didn't know about it. "Which show is this one?" he chuckled.

Riya followed his eyes, glanced back at the screen for a moment and then resumed looking at her toes.

"I asked what the name of this show is," he said, loudly.

Riya quickly looked up, startled by his voice, and looked back once again, taking her time, this time. When she looked back towards Joginder, she shook her head. "I don't know." Her voice was barely audible.

He chuckled. This confident, bubbly, teasing bitch was intimidated and dazed! His laughter made her to look down once again. "Look up," ordered he, at once, "into my eyes." And she followed, but averted her eyes after a second or two.

The view he had was so kinky that he feared about his cock. It might explode any moment. She was standing before him, blocking half of the TV, her hair tied in a ponytail. Few strands came loose, out of the hair band. Her blue skirt was pulled upwards up to her midriffs, completely exposing her shaved vagina and smooth, silky legs. She still had her sneakers on and that turned him on a lot. It was his fetish of some kind, fucking a girl in her footwear. Her boobs were tantalizing when looked directly, round and firm. In short, perfect. She had fat at the right places. "F-fuck m-me?" Her sweet, sexy, hesitant, baby like voice echoed in his head. He couldn't wait longer.

"Lose your skirt and come here." He started removing his trousers which had marks of spit and precum on them. By the time his trousers were off, she was walking towards him, naked except for her sneakers and hair band. Joginder let out an animalistic moan. He would fuck the living life out of her!

He held her nipple and pinched it lightly. Then he pulled at it, pulling her down. She was about to groan but the sound got drowned as he placed his lips on her and started kissing her passionately. Their lips danced together once again, biting and sucking and licking. Riya let out a moan of passion and he pinched her nipple very hard. She shrieked and pulled back, looking into his eyes, astonished.

"Don't moan," he warned. "Never make any sound until I tell you to. Understood?" His gaze was stern and that scared her a bit.

She nodded.

"Say it out." His voice grew louder.

"I won't make a sound, Uncle."

"SIR! Not Uncle. You call me sir or master from now on."

"Yes, sir."

He pulled her closer and started sucking her pink nipple, while playing with the other one, rolling it between his fingers. Nibbling and flicking his tongue on it, he was good at sucking nipples, he knew that. He moved his mouth to the other one, busying his fingers on the recently abandoned wet nipple. Pulling it, pinching it, rolling it, pushing it inside her soft boobs, he continued playing with her nipples. He knew it must be hard for her, not moaning at all, standing in front of him silently. He waited for her to moan. He knew she would moan any moment now. How could she resist his tongue on her nipple! He sucked her nip hard and then held it lightly between his teeth, licking the tip.

"Ahhh-aiieeee" Her moan of lust turned into a scream of horror. As soon as she moaned, he bit her nipple very hard. She tried to pull back but that made it worse. Teeth dug deeper into her pink flesh. She screamed louder, wriggling in pain. Joginder let go of her nip.

A drop of blood appeared where he held with his teeth. She was crying hard, shaking violently. Tears flowed freely out of her eyes.

"I warned you about moaning," he said, matter-of-factly. "Don't blame me!"

Riya didn't say anything, still crying.

"Now stop crying and come here." But she didn't move, sniffing, standing at her place. "I said come here!" he repeated, loudly.

She walked closer, slowly. When she was within his reach, he grabbed her tits and pulled her. He made her sit on his lap, his cock pressed between her ass cheeks. He was no longer embarrassed when his hard on got pressed against her. In fact, he dug it deeper into her soft buns.

"See, sweet pea, you said you will be my kitty, no?" he said cajolingly, his voice soft. He had decided to change his tactic. Too much roughness can drive her away. He wanted to keep her as his long-term personal cumbag. He wanted her again and again. "You said you will fulfill all my desires." He kept on playing with her boobs and nips. "So, it's not fair if you keep shrieking and screaming, right?"

She wiped her tear. "But, Uncle—"

"Did I tell you to speak?" The softness in his voice was gone. "Huh? Did I fucking tell you to speak up?" Not too hard, nor too soft was his tactic for this Bengali sexbomb.

"Sorry..." She bent her head.

"'Sorry, master'."

"Sorry, master."

"Now get down and suck my dick. See, your insubordination killed its hardness."

She nodded and slid down from his lap. She took his member in her hand and jerked it twice. Then she took it into her warm, wet mouth. She jerked the base while sucking the top of his dick.

"No hands."

Immediately she removed her hand. She bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. He was getting hard, his organ getting longer and thicker. She had to stop now and then to adjust to his growing thickness.

"Look into my eyes, baby girl." She did. She looked into his eyes. But then looked away. Her face reddened as she blushed. "What did I say?"

She forced herself to look back into his eyes. Joginder let out a moan. It was heavenly, seeing her tiny mouth stretched, wrapped around his thickness, her gorgeous eyes with remnants of tears, her head bobbing up and down. He placed a hand on her head and forced her down further. She swallowed the whole of his cock and he let out another moan. "God, you are a fantastic sucker." There was a mixture of pride and shyness on her face. And that amazed him a lot!

He fumbled for his phone and clicked a picture. Hesitation crossed her face, but a stern look drove away her fear. She began deep-throating, all by herself.

There were few messages from his daughters: 'What are you talking about?', 'You there?', 'Daddy?!', 'We will be late. We will eat out! Love you!!' and 'Suck your dick later, daddy!'. The emojis used by them made him moan for the third time.