Celebrating Neha's Birthday: Part 1
Birthday Surprises
"Birthday surprise!"
Neha woke up in a cheerful mood and exclaimed, "We're going to spend the whole day shopping today! Time to wake up!"
Arav, still groggy, threw a pillow at her and grumbled something under his breath. "I'll make you coffee first, and then we can go shopping."
The birthday girl skipped out of bed to the kitchen to make coffee. Arav sat up, knowing that he wouldn't get any more sleep. He checked his email, confirming that his plan was working. He responded, "8:30 pm, wait outside till I call you." He grinned, imagining the day ahead.
The scenarios played out in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel excited. He almost felt indentations on his skull from how hard he was grinning. Energetically, he changed the phone's lock code and turned off the notifications before heading to the kitchen. There, he found Neha leaning on the counter in his old t-shirt, waiting for the coffee to be ready.
He admired her for a moment, watching as she was absorbed by her phone. Her hair was still a mess, and her legs glided down to the floor. Her shirt was bunched up at her waist, pressed between her palm and her smooth olive skin. Her dark pink lips twisted in a half smile as she scrolled through Instagram.
She noticed Arav standing near her, so she looked up at him with her black doe eyes and smiled. He reached out an arm to grab the hem of the shirt she was wearing and pulled her close, almost violently. His lips met hers in a hungry kiss, biting her lower lip and pulling away. Neha tried to keep up with his pace, but he moved too fast. He darted his tongue into her mouth, caressing the top of her pallet. His other hand pressed against her back.
He brought his hand to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples, and she let out another moan. He clasped the back of her neck, pulling her closer. As his lips moved down to her neck, he bit her at the nape, and his hand moved down, digging his nails in, leaving a trail down her back. Neha slid her hand underneath his shirt, trying to get him to take it off. Her other hand squeezed his ass and pushed him closer.
He pulled her closer, and her fingers became entangled in his hair as she gently pulled on them. He, however, stopped.
"Happy birthday, baby!" he declared, skipping over to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee. Neha slid off the counter, unable to conceal her disappointment. She slapped his ass, without much consequence, and he spilled some coffee on himself. He glared at her, and she pretended to be taken aback with wide-eyed innocence. He smiled, bent down, and kissed her on the nose before telling her to clean up the spilled coffee.
She reached for the paper towels, still with her eyes locked on his, but he shook his head. He grabbed her hair and pushed her face to the counter. "Lick!" he commanded, and she obeyed. Arav went to the balcony to smoke his morning cigarette and drink coffee. As he walked away, he said, "We'll go out for breakfast today. Hurry up and get ready!"
Neha recalled how she had asked Arav out three years ago, after having a six-month-long crush on him. She recalled how they were friends from their time at the university, ever since she showed up late to class and had to sit next to him. Her disheveled appearance left a lasting impression on him.
"Can I bother you for the notes from our class?" she asked him, thinking about how she had walked into class late and had to sit up front to not disrupt anyone. "There was an announcement about a test before the labs." she stammered, realizing she hadn't studied at all.
Arav glanced at her for a moment, noticing her relaxed hairstyle and undone laces of her sneakers. He smiled at her. "Sure, and the test is in three days."
Arav remained composed and simply wished them good luck as they listened to the professor talk about the video.
"Um, could you assist me? I mean, prepare for the test. I assume you understand the subject better than I do... please," she asked.
Arav resumed writing notes, "Of course... why not?" Instruction seems barely a consideration for him. Neha smirked when she remembered the incident.
Arav entered the bathroom, washed his face, and saw Neha in the shower. "What are you pondering about?"
"Do you remember the night I asked you out?"
He laughed, "No way I could forget. We both were high at the graduation after party, and I'd just gotten my job that day. You, my dear, have an unorthodox technique of proposing to people. You know that?"
Bathing footsteps sound while Neha laughs, recollecting the past. "Oh! The time when I sat on you, kissed you, and asked if you wanted to go out with me? I didn't even let you confirm the 'date' before kissing you again! Oh, and those people kept watching without any concern."
She steps out of the shower, brushes her teeth, and Arav looks at her. "Reminiscing about the time you asked me out? Would you like to know why it was... different, shall we say?"
"Yeah, tell me. I don't remember those details," he responds. Neha steps into the bedroom, her towel loosens slightly. Arav graduates to grabbing her by the hips, pulling her closer.
"You sat on my lap, proclaimed you'd had a crush on me, made out with me. Then asked me out abruptly and made out with me again, thankfully not leaving me the chance to respond. And yes, those people didn't look away when we made out, mostly you. You were so aroused that we became a raging bump and grind session - essentially dry humping."
She winks, "You weren't complaining," giggling aloud. Neha unwraps the towel, gesturing for Arav to admire her body.
He smirks, "And what are you admiring now?" Neha snickers, "Am I giving you a good view?" Her palm glides down, pokng both of them to the bed with a sly grin, "Are you enjoying the scenery?"
Neha strides towards Arav, stopping next to the bed. Placing her arms around his waist and kneeling, she curves her body back and straddles him.
Arav's toes curl at this gesture, almost involuntarily. He pulls her down with him and tongues her pussy, parting her lips and pressing himself against her with his hands.
Neha gasps, her body reacting viscerally. Curled arms remain loosely adrift as she connected with him, her overall emotions subdued. He rubs and caresses her clit, tongue-kissing her, now granting oral sex. While his thumbs do the heavy lifting, his lips lavishing her with swirling kisses and sweet whispers. She may feel satisfied, but this wasn't yet complete; his tactile ease and anticipated final hit surface.
Neha bites her lip, beginning to pant. He'm confidently hinting that more than this was to follow.
2 fingers embrace her lightly. She jerks, marginally surprised at his actions. Questions flying through her mind. Suddenly, her body arches up. Tension blurs her vision, hearing faintly the deep sexually charged moans fall from her lips.
"Yes... oh! My! God... Yes... daddy..." she sighed powerfully. A tired reply. He pulls her upward, finger 2, then finger 1. Neha anxiously observes. She'd mentioned how thick Arav is; one must not underestimate his stamina. She doesn't ignore how much his penis had grown at this stage.
Arav speaks, "No, baby. You're not going to finish that easily. You see it?" He holds a tiny box. She clutches it and shrieks to get it.
"Give me! Give me!" Neha's expression bursts into unadulterated joy. "I'll do you one better."
He moves onto the mattress and straddles her face, "Suck on my balls, baby." The dildo holds his attention now, following the box. Neha assumed, perhaps they must be performing the popular 69. However, Neha felt something parting her. The dildo had engaged her. She bends her neck back, surprised and focused she sucked him as he began to fuck her vagina.
She attempted to inhale, but Arav forced his penis further into her throat when she tried. He then initiated intercourse with a dildo. Neha was unsure what to focus on; there was simply too much happening all at once. Arav applied his mouth to her clit and started sucking. She couldn't move or breathe with him imposed upon her by his penis in her throat; she believed she would vomit. She patted his leg, yet he appeared to relish dominating her.
He withdrew, then moved away from the bed. He pulled her to the edge of the mattress, tugging at her legs. Neha felt slight, the way he tossed her around this day. He removed the dildo, now slick with her fluids, and began sliding it into her rectum.
"Fear not, darling, this dildo isn't as massive as your father."
Neha concentrated on breathing deeply to avoid clenching her ass. She sensed her buttocks stretching, an activity she relished. The dildo had been fully inserted inside her. Arav watched as his daughter swallowed the dildo, nearly as thick as himself. He knew once she realized she could handle it, she'd also accept him. He observed her struggling to relax, yet having too much pleasure to manage effortlessly.
He could no longer restrain himself. He pressed his dick against her clit, "Are you ready for your Daddy to DP you, darling?"
At the sound of "Uh-huh" escaping Neha's lips, Arav was within her, entering her with intensity. He began slowly, only to swiftly increase speed and force. Neha could endure it for a limited time longer. She shook, near the brink of an orgasm. The thought of her father impregnating her alone was sufficient to send her into a frenzy. Her vagina tightened and squirted around his penis, convincing him to release his seed inside her.
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