Birthday Gift – To Her Or To Me?

NOTE: This is my first story. It comes in 3 parts the Prologue, Main story, Epilogue … It’s a long story to tantalize your senses. So, if you are NOT a lambi race ka ghoda, then this is not for you.

********* Prologue ***********

Somewhere in Mysore in a large multi-storied apartment complex nearby the famous MNC
…
Woke up with a hard-on as was the case since I was 11! Felt proud of my manhood. At 23, I am a long boner among the people of my age. My hand automatically went there to soothe it, but with all my will, controlled it. Not today …… I was saving it for the grand evening. For the first time, I’m going to meet the girl who has been my online friend for over 8 months. She is the girl that I have been thinking every morning, evening and night while playing with my dick.

My mind pondered over her images over and over and over. That innocent face, pink rose bud lips, close up smile, tight cleavage, 34’ full titties which stand out proud saluting me, slim waist like the slimmest cell phone (Oh what a figure!) … (Countless photos she shared with me over the past 8 months). Whistling to myself that I’m going to taste this virgin chick to the core, I got ready quickly and went out. Brought a few things from the nearby mall. A bottle of vodka, Thumsup party pack, two new ice trays, two new pillows, a floral bedsheet, a satin white ribbon and …….. a brand new Sony HD camcorder. The clock just ticked 2 in the afternoon and there was a familiar knock on the door and a voice called out “Imran”. I chuckled and went and opened the door to invite my closest friend Shabuddin.

Me: Abe saaley, chutiye, kitne dher laga di tu ne … I shouted.

(And there he extended a small pouch which I opened to find 4 little pills … the doorway to ecstasy.)

Shabuddin: Yeh dho pills vodka mein mila ke pila do, saali ko ….. raath bhar uski jawani looto, tu kuch bhi kar, woh nan ahi kar sakti, yeh nashe ke waje se …… (Laughed out loud) Baad mein mere ko bhi yaad rakho … aur sun, uski gaand marne ke time, uski cheenk sun na he mujhe (the devilish laugh he has when he imagines the poor girl being humped mercilessly by me)

Me: Tu tho mera jaan jigri dost hein re, bus ek baar mere ko jam ke chodne do, saali ko, phir hum dono mil ke usko baar baar chodenge … acha sun saale, yeh cam set kar do teek se.
The stage was set, the mood was right and it’s about time!

Time: 4:30 PM, somewhere in Mysore in a famous restaurant

Me: “Many happy returns of the day Angel!”

And she turned back to find me, Aah, what a beauty!!! She is truly a head turner. Half of the eyes in the restaurant are looking at me with jealous

Meghna stood up and took the big bouquet of red rose buds and said thanks with happiness beaming all over her face. Oh, my …. My little brother already saluting her beauty from inside my denim. I scanned her body with my eyes and shuddered with a feeling of raw lust and the animal in me, woke up. I covered my feelings and sat in front of her pulling a chair. She was saying something, but I could barely hear it. My eyes got tangled in her tight milky white cleavage. The tight white sleeveless top did a poor job in hiding her beauty. I mumbled to myself, “Aaj rath ke baad, itna tight kabhi nahi rahegi”

She observed it and suddenly became pink with shyness and hit me on my hand and said, “Shut up, are all boys like that only?” Now the ball is in my court and I asked, “Like what?”
She: Hey don’t act innocent … I saw you staring at my …

Me: At your …. ?

She: At my dress. And laughed out embarrassingly.

Then time passed off too quickly and with each compliment I was giving, she started turning more and more red. Finally I paused and said, mein hi baath kar raha hoon, tum baath nahi karogi? chatting mein tho, bahut bolthi ho …

She didn’t know what to answer suddenly. She quickly pointed to the bouquet and said, Yeh rose ki kaliyaan bahut achhi hein. I calmly said, “Yeh kali ko khilthi hui phool banaani chahiye”…

She pulled out her mobile out of the little satchel which has a back cover with pink letters of her name… “Meghna” … Every piece of thing she uses, is signature!

It’s been 2 hours that we sat there, eating a single pizza and sipping on Virgin Mojito (Oh yes, I have good tastes in everything). It’s becoming difficult for me to resist any longer.I just want to hug her tight and bite away those inviting pink lips and tear of her white dress to reveal her milky white body and make her pink lips run along the length of my 8 inch cock, while I squeeze and torture those milky boobs pinching hard and kneading them roughly.

I resisted myself and said, “I’ve a surprise for you on your 22nd birthday, Megi!” Her eyes beamed with joy, “Wow … Imru, I love prizes and surprises”. I got up and bowed to her and said, “Will her highness allow me?” and went and gave a hand. She was surprised with the move, but still held my hand and got up from the chair. I moved the chair and helped her get up. The waiter was quite happy for the 100 rupee tip and smiled wide and said, “Thank you very much sir, please visit us again maam!!!” When we walked out of the restaurant, I could observe a little curiosity and a little fear in her big black eyes, as I didn’t tell her where we are heading to. She just opened out and asked, “Are we going to the Mysore palace?”… I smiled and said, “Yes Megi, we are going to MY-sore palace” and led her to my brand new i10! We drove off from there.

Meghna: Hey, you just gave me flowers, where is my gift?

Me: That’s where we are going, Megs

Meghna: Oh, cool, so it seems I have a biiiiig gift which you can’t bring in a car!

Me: You have no idea how big it is … U’ll be pleasantly surprised looking at it

Meghna: Hey, don’t think otherwise, but, where are we going?

Me: Well, a surprise is a surprise … don’t you trust me? (This trust word works wonders in 95% of the cases, boys!)

The adrenaline is rushing through my whole body, as we are nearing to my flat. I finally pulled over in the parking area and came around and opened the door for her, to see the frills of long flawless skirt about her feet and the fancy high heels, below her feet.

She put on an artificial smile and got out of the car. I led to the elevator and, she was about to ask something, I said, “Sssshhhh! Meghna, trust me, this will be your best birthday present ever!” She got convinced and asked me twice before the lift reached 6th floor. Is there a surprise party at your place? I got irritated and said, “Yes” there is one. She got relaxed when she heard, “Party”.

For her, party means … people, cake, coke, photos, video, decoration, laughter …. It means pretty much the same for me also, people (we both), cake (her body), coke (vodka), photos (her pics), video (my bedroom hunt), decoration (love bites on her body), laughter (her screams when I fuck her long and hard)

Just before entering the corner flat 604, I pulled out a long white ribbon from my pocket and said, “It’s a surprise until I take you to the gift da and so, I’m blindfolding you. She tried removing it but I held her hands smoothly and said, “NO” sternly”. She kept quiet.

We entered my flat which was chilled to 16 degree by the air-conditioner.

Birthday Gift – To Her Or To Me?